2014-09-25

(Un)Welcome Guest at the Pier

It had been a few days since Arcade had managed to kidnap Mary. She returned to the Pier, to her home with the Future Foundation with an unfortunate guest in tow. Someone many people did not want about, and if they did, it was to talk poorly about her.

Alisa LeBeau was Arcade's unwilling puppet. He hacked into her neurological implants, forcing her to kidnap people and force them into a game of death. She had moments where she could take control, but it was barely enough to prevent people from getting hurt. She sacrificed her own intelligence, her own being, to stop Arcade. She would not be allowed to be used to hurt anymore innocent people. It was perhaps the only self-less act, besides saving Reiko, she had done.

After the Future Foundation scientists got a hold of the implants, they determined that it was impossible to save them. Brand new ones would have to be build and that would take time. Until then, Alisa would need to live without them... and no one could expect the state she was in once they were removed.

Her actions were childish, showing a curiosity for everything. She smiled and laughed in a genuine way, not like how she used to for show. Though confined to a single room, she did not dwell. She thrived.

There was no brooding, no pain, no bumbling when it came to socializing, and no sadness at being left alone for too long. The scientists were befuddled by her actions, until a CAT scan of her brain was taken. The bullet that had damaged her brain did not do as much damage as people thought. It was only the implants themselves that had done the real damage. Alistaire Shaw had been tricked into doing more harm than good when it came to his bodyguard, and he never knew it. A sad irony.

For now, Alisa sat in her room, her eyes glued to a TV. From what Mary heard, Alisa never watched TV, she never got a chance to, and when she did... well... Ryan could attest she would try to cover her tracks about her lack of pop culture. She appeared mesmerized by some play that was being televised, her arms about a pillow, hugging it as the show went on.

Not the week she asked for.

She had managed to survive the questioning from S.H.I.E.L.D. though she had a feeling that they weren't really done when she and the others were released, but not like they knew anything else. 

She was still trying to figure out how she had been grabbed from the mansion, though that wasn't where she had been asked to be dropped off in the early morning.  At this point she didn't care.  The agent that had driven her was still waiting, despite her telling him it would be fine.  Ringing for Vincent's place she waited for him to answer hoping he was still up.  

That was when her bike decided to try to reconnect with her.  It started as a light tingling in the arm with the band, which she shook, hoping it was just nerves.  Few seconds later it was burning, actually bringing her to her knees, biting down on her lip she leaned against the doorjamb cradling the arm with her other.  By then the Agent had left her, at least she wouldn't be poked and prodded by their medics.  She closed her eyes a moment reaching for her cell to try to call home, if Vincent didn't get there soon she was going to get them to pick her up.

"Please... cool it, I know you're angry so am I.  Just ease up the link."  The words were barely mumbled as her hand fumbled and she dropped her cell, the number for the mansion dialing.

fourshelled: (Nervous)

This Has Not Been the Field Trip He Signed Up For ((X-Adult First, Maybe More Later))

After Athos had been released from Murderworld, the ninja stealthily and silently went farther into New York City. Eventually the turtle found a nice park with some well-used benches. He sat down on one and tried to achieve utter stillness.

What Athos achieved instead was a transformation into a redheaded teenager sitting on a park bench. Pete looked around nervously. He wasn't sure where he was. Or where his chaperone was. He rubbed his hands together and watched life go by.

This place wasn't filled with mutants, but he still felt very alone. He wondered if there were even pay phones around any more. Though he wasn't sure who he would call.

So, he decided to sit there until someone found him or he got a better idea.