Chris woke to find himself in a place he'd not seen before though the lack of light didn't make it any easier to get his bearings. He realized he was seated and, upon attempting to stand, discovered that he was secured to the chair and wasn't going anywhere any time soon. All he could recall was being at the police department returning from his patrol and about to change to go home when he was approached by three men in fatigues. Before he'd been able to do anything, he'd been injected from behind with an unknown agent that had likely been the cause of his blacking out. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that it had been the MRD that had taken him and, after all the trouble he'd been causing as of late, he was surprised it had taken them so long to track him down but, alas, they had and now he had to pay the piper.
The door to the cell opened illuminating the area as men walked in wearing glowsticks. They'd gotten smarter: he couldn't manipulate a glowstick as it was a chemical reaction and not an electrical one. Seeing the suited man walk in, he took a breath preparing himself, only to gasp when seeing who the man was.
"Good, you're awake. You've been out for a couple of days. You're a hard mutant to track down, Chris," said the man as he smiled softly at the mutant before him, "and if it had not been for me, they may have never found you - you always were the hero wanting to save the world. It's only natural that you'd be a police officer and planning to be a detective. Dad would be proud... if you hadn't killed him, that is."
Seeing his brother again was bittersweet at best. Chris was angry that his brother, his childhood best friend and one person he always felt he could trust had been the one coming after him. At the same time, the young man still loved his brother and some part of him was happy to see him.
"What do you want me to say, Seth," the mutant questioned with furrowed brow, "that I'm sorry for what I did? He was planning to kill Arabella just to get to me."
"Well, he's not the only MRD kill on your record, Chris. Scarlett Hawthorne... Agents Jenkins and Smith - you're dangerous. Dangerous mutants like you are the reason MRD exists - to keep killers off our streets."
Chris leaned as far forward as possible before being halted by the straps holding him to the chair, narrowing his eyes. "I'm not a killer. Those people were killers. Do expect mutants to just roll over and give up, Seth? Do you even know who you're working for? Dad was out to kill all mutants. He hated me and wasn't going to stop until I was in a body bag... you turned out just like him."
Seth looked over at the two men who had walked in with them and nodded to them to which they stepped out of the room leaving the two of them in private. The older sibling stepped forward and squatted down eye level with his brother bringing his voice to a whisper. "MRD doesn't want you dead, Chris. Believe it or not, you're important to them and they need you alive. You have to trust me or I can't keep you safe."
"Safe," Chris exclaimed, "you call this safe? I'm a prisoner! You kidnapped me at my job and took me away from the girl I love. So don't pretend that you care about me now!"
Seth stood back up with a sigh and shook his head. "I am the only thing standing between you and those MRD operatives that would love to kick you around for revenge. You have to see the bigger picture."
"Seth... don't make me kill you," Chris stated as he sat back in the chair, his gaze hardening as it fixated on his brother.
"You're in a plastic cell with rubber insulation - your power won't work in here. It's best if you just cooperate with us."
Chris could feel the electrical impulses in his brother's mind as they spoke but resisted doing anything about it. Not only was Seth his brother, but even if he did anything, he would still be stuck in whatever building he was in. "You don't know anything about what I can do."
"We know enough to keep us safe. Listen... they'll be moving you to the detention center and I'm trying to stall that, but if you do something stupid, they'll ship you out within the week."
A knock at the door by one of the guards turned Seth's attention as a military fatigued man stuck his head inside, "Time's up, Major."
Seth gave one more look at his brother, one of sorrow and pity before leaving the room as it blackened again with the slamming of the door leaving Chris alone with his thoughts and worries of Seth, the MRD, the Mansion, and Arabella.
The door to the cell opened illuminating the area as men walked in wearing glowsticks. They'd gotten smarter: he couldn't manipulate a glowstick as it was a chemical reaction and not an electrical one. Seeing the suited man walk in, he took a breath preparing himself, only to gasp when seeing who the man was.
"Good, you're awake. You've been out for a couple of days. You're a hard mutant to track down, Chris," said the man as he smiled softly at the mutant before him, "and if it had not been for me, they may have never found you - you always were the hero wanting to save the world. It's only natural that you'd be a police officer and planning to be a detective. Dad would be proud... if you hadn't killed him, that is."
Seeing his brother again was bittersweet at best. Chris was angry that his brother, his childhood best friend and one person he always felt he could trust had been the one coming after him. At the same time, the young man still loved his brother and some part of him was happy to see him.
"What do you want me to say, Seth," the mutant questioned with furrowed brow, "that I'm sorry for what I did? He was planning to kill Arabella just to get to me."
"Well, he's not the only MRD kill on your record, Chris. Scarlett Hawthorne... Agents Jenkins and Smith - you're dangerous. Dangerous mutants like you are the reason MRD exists - to keep killers off our streets."
Chris leaned as far forward as possible before being halted by the straps holding him to the chair, narrowing his eyes. "I'm not a killer. Those people were killers. Do expect mutants to just roll over and give up, Seth? Do you even know who you're working for? Dad was out to kill all mutants. He hated me and wasn't going to stop until I was in a body bag... you turned out just like him."
Seth looked over at the two men who had walked in with them and nodded to them to which they stepped out of the room leaving the two of them in private. The older sibling stepped forward and squatted down eye level with his brother bringing his voice to a whisper. "MRD doesn't want you dead, Chris. Believe it or not, you're important to them and they need you alive. You have to trust me or I can't keep you safe."
"Safe," Chris exclaimed, "you call this safe? I'm a prisoner! You kidnapped me at my job and took me away from the girl I love. So don't pretend that you care about me now!"
Seth stood back up with a sigh and shook his head. "I am the only thing standing between you and those MRD operatives that would love to kick you around for revenge. You have to see the bigger picture."
"Seth... don't make me kill you," Chris stated as he sat back in the chair, his gaze hardening as it fixated on his brother.
"You're in a plastic cell with rubber insulation - your power won't work in here. It's best if you just cooperate with us."
Chris could feel the electrical impulses in his brother's mind as they spoke but resisted doing anything about it. Not only was Seth his brother, but even if he did anything, he would still be stuck in whatever building he was in. "You don't know anything about what I can do."
"We know enough to keep us safe. Listen... they'll be moving you to the detention center and I'm trying to stall that, but if you do something stupid, they'll ship you out within the week."
A knock at the door by one of the guards turned Seth's attention as a military fatigued man stuck his head inside, "Time's up, Major."
Seth gave one more look at his brother, one of sorrow and pity before leaving the room as it blackened again with the slamming of the door leaving Chris alone with his thoughts and worries of Seth, the MRD, the Mansion, and Arabella.