WELCOME TO NEXUS.

[Icebox]

It had been a week since the manifestation of his abilities, and yet the scientists told Christian nothing about what was happening to his body. No explanation as to why the sparring partner he had been coupled with hadn't survived, the glowing that had penetrated the taller man with whom Christian knew not a name, and yet they expected him to continue his training without fear of what may come of it. Those thoughts, though, were of a moral obligation that Christian had to live without if he were to continue his plan of escaping. Before any of the horrors of his life, Christian would have done all in his power to ensure the safety of all involved, to have secured their rights along his own but for the past seven years, the luxury of caring for another living being had been lost. It was as if all of his family values were being thrown in his face, but times had changed and Christian had taken on the mantle of his father. While such a thought should terrify the recently named Scion, it was nothing more than a means to an end and freedom hadn't been his for too long.

After another round of tests, Christian was released to train once more and he couldn't help but hope that whatever had happened would become more understood by him more than the silent scientists. Since the death of his last sparring partner, the other captives were weary of being partnered with him and so Christian found himself excelling in the weight training. It was well enough; it would give some time for Christian to understand what had begun happening without the watchful eye of the agents, who were only assigned to the sparring rooms. Entering one of the weight rooms and finding it empty, Christian began to mentally imagine him being in a sparring situation in hopes of triggering the change but nothing seemed to be happening. Closing his eyes, he let the fantasy become more dangerous, surrounding his mental self with several opponents each coming at him, and yet there didn't seem to be any biological response to the fantasy. It wasn't working, but something had to illicit the response he wanted, and it was causing him to become aggravated.

A string of mumbled words later, Christian opened his eyes to find nothing different with a headache starting to form. Nothing seemed to bring about the same sensation of releasing the pent up energy, and there seemed to be no release. Taking a couple deep breaths, Scion moved towards one of the sandbags to take his mind of off his failure at controlling the changes. Hands quickly jabbing, Christian let his thoughts fade away and focused on nothing but the swinging target and that was when it happened. The glowing silver-colored liquid formed around his hands, encasing his fists in something that could be mistaken for gloves. It didn't harm the bag, didn't seem to increase the man's strength by anything, so what had it done to the sparring partner? Could it affect people more so than objects? There were so many questions about what was happening but there was only one way to test it. There were enough people in the area that making contact with one would be easy and without calling too much attention to himself.

Taking a look outside the room, there were some of the other detainees walking by, and calling them over, Christian wasted no time, jabbing at the duo, he quickly made contact with each before they fell to the ground; they were still breathing, so killing them wasn't the only application of the abilities and he could feel the gloves reforming on his hands. They seemed to disperse on contact, seemingly absorbed by the two men on the ground, but Christian didn't have time to give it much thought. This was his ticket out, just got to figure out where to go to get out of this place.

[MissB]

Attentive ears were listening. As always. Listening and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He couldn't just leave them without taking something from them.

They had taken years from him. Manipulated him. Sure they had given him a lot, but it was only what he was entitled to receive.

The manipulation, however, wasn't something he'd forget easily. One day, he'd work to take it all from them. Until there was nothing left, because that's all they deserved: to have absolutely nothing left. Not when they had taken everything from him.

It was,in the end, not completely their fault. If there could have been someone else to blame, perhaps more than anyone else, it was his father. Because it was his fault in the end. Even if now he knew the truth behind his mother's death, he knew, in a way or another, it was Wolverine's fault. All of it. Because he existed. Because he dared to allow his bloodline to go forward. Because he dared to leave a son behind.

He had to focus. Pushing those thoughts from his mind, he listened. The sounds from inside were as clear as pure spring water to his senses. He didn't bother with a mask, because he wanted to be seen. A small smirk curved his lips once the smell of the one he had been seeking reached his nostrils. He was moving. Good, it would make things easier.

Finally turning towards the entrance, he didn't run. He didn't rush. His steps were firm, calculated, cold. Surrounding himself with his pheromones, he was a man on a mission. Nothing would remain standing if only they tried to get in his way, and even then, some would not remain standing as he wanted no witnesses. Stealing Weapon X's latest pet would have been a good way of leaving them. But he was hardly a fool. He knew the consequences, and he knew they always had a scheme. And maybe he was doing exactly what they wanted? It didn't matter. As long as he got what he wanted.

Two guards at the entrance. Two more inside. Part of him was disappointed. He had expected more. But they were cannon fodder. It was obvious to his keen mind. Maybe...

Maybe they just wanted their pet to be stolen? Interesting theory. Which he thought would have been proven right or wrong with time. And he could not wait until that happened. But for now... he had a man to steal.

"Gentlemen," his voice was calm, cool, polite even when he was preparing himself for a slaughter. "I'm afraid I've got something I definitely need to retrieve."

A pause, a sly grin, and then his voice was heard again.

"And I believe you're standing in my way."

Claws popped out, two from his knuckles, one from his inner wrist, bone, resistant, sharp as razors. And with one movement of both his arms, he didn't give the two guards time to react. Because, thanks to his manipulation, they trusted him. And both claws aimed for their chests, penetrating armor and skin until with deadly aim, they pierced their hearts.

With the scratching sound of claws leaving flesh and armor, he then lowered the corpses slowly to the ground. A thump would attract attention. And while he was known to love attention, it wasn't his goal at the moment.

Kneeling by one of the guards, he searched for the key to the place. Finding it, he smirked, and simply opened the door. He sniffed the air, tracking the scent he was looking for. And as it reached his nostrils, he smirked, and simply moved forwards.

Dealing with the other guards was relatively easy as well. After all, he had been trained by the best. They tried to make him a weapon, they raised him to be a weapon.

Well, they had their wish.

Blue eyes locked onto the blond man once he could see him. And instead of rushing ahead, he simply walked, getting within eyesight of the one called Christian Frost. Blood was still on his claws, and blood that was obviously not his. With a small smirk, he suddenly leaned against a nearby wall, almost as if he had appeared out of nowhere. His eyes were locked on the blond man now, and he didn't bother hiding the fact that he might just have been checking him in more ways than one.

"So. Looking for a way out? Isn't it your lucky day."

[Icebox]

Moving forward, Christian had to find a way out and with trainer around, it wasn't as if his underdeveloped abilities in both his newly discovered glove things and his training in self-defense were going to get him through anyone with adequate training. The luminescent gloves, whatever they were, recharged once more and that meant that there could be at least two more people to subject to the abilities the surgery had unlocked, and there was still some hope to him getting passed some of the lesser trained guards. Finding those guards though, in a place where everyone aside the detainees and their watchers looked identical was going to make things difficult and once an alarm was set off, there would be no hope of escaping. Not tonight, not ever. Therefore discretion was the name of the game, and with how people seemed to react to his powers, whatever they were, it would be best done with stealth except Christian hadn't really gotten that far into his training. It was going to be shit show at best, one that the newly dubbed Scion hoped to make it out of without the loss of blood.

Taking a couple more steps forward, Christian found himself looking at a mysterious man leaning against one of the walls, staring into what felt like Scion's soul. Looking at the man, his gaze seemed to meet with that of the stranger and Christian found piercing blue orbs locked onto him. The mohawk of black hair, the blood dripping from the claws sticking out from his hands, something about the man who stood before him had the once spoiled Frost to buckle for a moment as there was no way to move passed someone with claws. Hell, Christian assumed the man before him was a trained killed, willing to gut even the experiment that Scion had become in order to make a point to the others who were detained. Putting his fists up, even the stranger should have been able to see the glowing polymer wrapped around his fists, hopefully it was enough for the stranger to keep his distance because there was no besting someone fully capable of whatever the endgame of this facility was. "Keep back, I don't know what you want here but I'm a dangerous mutant." His voice could hide his bluff, it was strong and confident as if he was threatening a child, but the man's response was not expected.

This stranger was offering a way out, an escape from the life that had stolen him from the torturous existence at the hospital, and Christian was more than willing to join him but there would be some catch. Dealing with people in the shady capacity that he had, Scion understood that there was always a price to be paid, but for sweet freedom was there truly a limit to which the male Frost offspring was willing to pay? He couldn't think of one, and if there remained anything of Winston when the two of them made it to the outside world, the elderly man would be getting payment made in full for the crimes against him that had transpired during his seven years of therapy. "It appears to be, lead the way." Keeping his responses short and concise, Christian hoped to learn about the stranger so that the tables could be reversed. Being a damsel in distress had never been in his plan for escape, but if a knight in shining armor wanted to save him, it saved the Frost from coming up with a plot all his own. Now, all that mattered was getting out of this place and somewhere safe and familiar.

[MissB]

"Keep back, I don't know what you want here but I'm a dangerous mutant." His voice could hide his bluff, it was strong and confident as if he was threatening a child, but the man's response was not expected.



That made the handsome man raise his eyebrow and almost chuckle. Dangerous mutant. Perhaps. But it was obvious to him that the blond man had no idea what dangerous truly meant.


"Really. I believe that. Of course you look very dangerous and threatening right now." Sarcasm poured from his words, and one eye went to his claws, still bathed in the blood of the guards he had killed without thinking twice.


"But you can also save your threats to someone else. You see... You're looking at your only way out of here."

So the man wasn't bad looking. In fact, giving him some time to recover perhaps a bit of his shape that he thought was lost with experiments, most likely, he'd be indeed attractive. And obviously he didn't seem to bother much at the way he had been checked out.

Files weren't so wrong about him then. It was just a matter on how to bring that out. A challenge, which he accepted fully.



It appears to be, lead the way." Keeping his responses short and concise, Christian hoped to learn about the stranger so that the tables could be reversed. Being a damsel in distress had never been in his plan for escape, but if a knight in shining armor wanted to save him, it saved the Frost from coming up with a plot all his own. Now, all that mattered was getting out of this place and somewhere safe and familiar.



Pushing himself off the wall, the shorter man led the way calmly out of the facility. His eyes scanned around for any signs of threat. Would they really let him walk away with their newest pet project?

Definitely something not quite right. He pushed that information to the back of his mind.

Passing by the corpses of the guards he had just killed, he glanced at the man, not saying a word until they were finally out.


"That was... way too easy. Almost anti-climatic. They're onto it." Blue eyes glanced at the blond man and his lips curved in one of his impossible grins.


"So tell me, Christian Frost. How adventurous are you? And I hope you don't mind riding on a motorcycle. You might just have to hold real tight." He leaned forward just a little, his voice barely a whisper. "Now that I saved you, I really don't wish you to end up falling. That would be extremely unpleasant." Then, he pulled backwards, intense blue eyes staring into equally blue ones. "After all... I don't want you to die now after all that effort."

[Icebox]

Christian was unable to put a finger on the man before him, the blue orbs of the shorter man were off-putting and the longer they were upon him, Christian grew more uncomfortable. It certainly didn't help that a nonchalant tone was used when the stranger looked down at the blood slowly dripping off his own claws, Christian was going to be rescued by a man who seemed to lack remorse, it seemed almost fitting given the cut-throat nature of the facility in which he was being held. Staying silent, there was certainly no ground to be won with conversation, people were a means to an end and this blue-eyed hero would be no different, but figuring out how to survive after they both get out of this place would take time, and a better understanding of where he was. Blindly rushing off might get him from the clawed man before him but that didn't mean the elements would treat him any better, he could be in the heart of the arctic and surviving without an expert would be impossible even for someone of his caliber breeding.

Following the shorter man, they moved slowly through the facility in hopes of not having to deal with unnecessary trouble, much to Christian's approval. Certainly death was a part of life, especially here, but it wasn't something he sought out if unnecessary. These people were wrong for taking these entire people hostage but there were people that worked and those who supervised, and it was always the design of those non-working men and women that would have the most destructive tendencies. Look at the father figure the Frost siblings had, Winston was removed from work and sought out the utter destruction of his own family through means of deceit, competition, and destroying any sense of familial bonding. It was sickening but something that none would have been able to see without having experienced it, no doubt there were corollaries in something like this. Stepping over a handful of deceased guards, Christian had been able to place where the bloody claws had gotten their crimson coloring from and to his own surprise felt nothing when walking over them. Mere pawns in a game they couldn't dare to understand, those of value would have been protected or smarter, none of those who had been killed by a vigilante here to free a single man.

Nodding in agreement to the stranger's note about how easy it was to get Christian out, he didn't seem to let the facts linger any longer. There could have been many reasons for the lacking security of a facility that Christian was certain didn't technically exist on any official paper work, and giving into the dozens of conspiracy theories of being a pawn himself would drive the now-free man insane. The man stopped, turned and continued talked and much to Christian's surprise he knew him by name, although with being the only person liberated from the facility, Scion should have suspected as much but that hadn’t stopped him from tensing at the sound of his own name. Moving in on his face, the stranger seemed to make the point that Christian was going to be wrapped around him, to the point where it was making him nervous. Afraid to anger the killer, he hadn't pulled away but his facial features certainly displayed his level of discomfort about sharing such intimate space with Daken. "Got it, hold on real tight. Don't let go."

Questions surged through his head, and uncertain of the appropriateness to ask them while being so freshly escaped from the Weapon X facility, Christian moved towards the motorcycle in hopes that the stranger would get them both far away from this place.

[MissB]

It always seemed amusing to him, no matter how many times he dealt with people, how they always managed to conceal their true feelings from their eyes, from their face, but never from their scents.

Truthfully, most of them didn't realize that any sort of emotional changes triggered a chemical reaction that to his nose was always so clear.

But for him, it was amusing, because there was usually no way of escaping his nose. As many lies as anyone could tell him, he'd always pick them up. As he picked up Christian's emotional turmoil at the prospective of being that close.

Repression. It was always a terrible, terrible thing.

He climbed on his motorcycle, a black, fancy sports model, he glanced at the blond man.

"I hope, Mr. Frost, that a five-star hotel would be good enough for you. Reservations are on me. Same room, however, because I am not letting you out of my sight." His voice was firm, and to the point. As if leaving Christian no other choice but to say 'yes'.

"But before that. I suppose you're hungry. It will be a long trip away from here, after all." He motioned for Christian to climb behind him, and as he did, he smirked, glancing backwards. "You shouldn't worry, though. I don't bite." A pause. A grin."Unless, of course, I'm asked to."

And once everything was set, he proceeded to drive away. As fast as the motorcycle could go. He wasn't joking when he mentioned that Christian would have to hold on to dear life. The faster they were out of there, the easier it would have been to move on to more... interesting conversation.

And if Weapon X had facilitated his escape... well, he'd know that in time.

[Icebox]

The man was amused, it was as if everything was a joke to him and Christian was not going to have any of it despite the fact that he was technically indebted to this stranger who had yet to introduce himself, possible awaiting for the blond to ask for such information. Now wasn't the time to procure such trivial matters, there was still an escape in the works and until Scion felt safe about the distance between himself and the agents who had held him here, he wouldn't be the most talkative person. Eyeing the get away motorbike, there seemed no where else for the Frost man to place his hands but around the demented hero, but there seemed to be a bit of a problem with lacing his hands around the strange hero. The polymer glowed softly as a reminder that the gloves on his hands were not natural but of whatever had happened to him during his short time under the knife. "We might have a problem..." Waving his hands to give a clear view of what would potentially get them both killed if it made contact with the driver of an already unsafe-looking vehicle.

The answer, apparently, was found within the shaking because the glow slowly faded until there seemed to be nothing on the Frost man's hands. Crinkling his face, Christian quickly displayed his uncertainty of what was happening and how to control it. Maybe skipping town without any training on his powers hadn't been the smartest of ideas; there could have been some helpful tips that the lab-coats could have passed along. "Honestly, any bed would be an upgrade from the floor mats they gave us, and food would be lovely. Thank you for, all of this." Sincerity could be found in his voice, although Christian wasn't the most comfortable allowing such a vulnerable part of his exposed so quickly, apparently old habits died hard and that could get him killed. Locking away his emotions once more, he threw his leg over the motorcycle and climbed up behind his rescuer, arms linked around the man's upper stomach to not give him the wrong impression but that hadn't stopped the man's words from touching a nerve. Christian wasn't going to be asking him to bite him now or ever, the vileness of homosexual advances were behind him, for the most part, and he wasn't wishing to relapse into the very disease that had cost Christian his freedoms.

The man hadn't been kidding when he had told Christian to hold on tight, they sped off quicker than what he had been expecting and nearly toppled off the back of the motorbike. Softly cursing under his breath, the new mutant leaned in closer to the man and held on tighter, hoping to the high heavens he wasn't going to die so quickly after tasting sweet freedom. Looking back, there hadn't seemed to be anyone following the duo, but that could just be because there hadn't been any alarms and those in charge still didn't know that he had been liberated. Wishful thinking, more than likely, but it was the first sliver of hope Christian had in the past seven years and he was going to hold onto it for a little bit longer.

[MissB]

"Honestly, any bed would be an upgrade from the floor mats they gave us, and food would be lovely. Thank you for, all of this."

The handsome, somewhat Asian looking man gave him a small grin that seemed almost satisfied. Being a hero wasn't that bad in the end. It was like playing God. It brought that sense of loyalty that couldn't quite be achieved elsewhere. And for Daken, that was exactly part of what he had hoped to achieve.

Of course, if needed be, he'd give that sense of trust a little nudge.

As he drove, he could feel the man's hesitation. The closeness to him was unsettling Christian and it was amusing Daken in many ways. There was something there, in his scent, that seemed to open an array of possibilities to the clawed mutant.

The game could become more interesting than he had initially thought.


"You don't strike me as the type to be used to sleeping in floor mats. There's something about you. A class hidden somewhere in there. I'm glad I went with my instincts." A brief pause once more. "I am certain you will be satisfied with the accomodations."

With the speed his motorcycle was going, it didn't take them too long to arrive at civilization. And already the smell of the city was enough to make Daken smile. Lovely. The overwhelming sensation of all the different scents hitting his nose, the chaotic sounds that could not quite be found in the wilderness.


"So tell me, Christian. Are those clothes the only ones you have left?"

Stopping the motorcycle, he waited for the blond man to climb out. "If so, you will have to borrow some of mine until we can take care of that small detail."

He realized he was still unnamed. Turning to face the blond new mutant, he gave him one of those charming smiles. Then, all of a sudden, he reached for Christian's hand, placing a lingering kiss to the back of it. Calculated. Precise. And completely intentional.

"By the way. You can call me Daken."

In front of them, stood a very fancy hotel. Daken wouldn't go for anything less.

[Icebox]

Whoever this guy was, he was certainly a talkative fellow for someone who had just gutted a handful of Weapon X operatives. Maybe there was something to be considered when thinking about the necessary loss of life in order to have gotten the pair this far, albeit it was truly the stranger's rescue of Christian from Weapon X. "Well, you get accustomed to lesser things when there isn't an option, and I'm certain they will." Being in such a position, Christian couldn't be one to complain and potentially lose any chance of evading Weapon X in the event the motorcycle was followed. This strange man, whoever he may be, was little more than a stepping stone to actual freedom, it was just a matter of time before Christian would outlast the need for the hero and then he'd be free to live his life however he wanted. Getting there, though, would involve getting a handle on the mutation that had been given to him, and having a personal bodyguard until then would provide him with ample time to master the glowing polymer.

Christian was able to see the slow change from the nothingness to civilization. Having been locked away for so long, keeping his eyes open and just taking in everything was where his focus had been for the entire ride, making it seem a lot shorter than it probably had been. There were countless people, wandering around with freedom and innocence, something that Christian both envied and was disgusted by. He had such things taken away from him by someone who should have one his best to protect him from the world but the Frost family was far from textbook. His blue orbs were taken from the surrounding world as the bike slowed and the hero began to talk with him once more, this time about clothing. "Yeah, its not like I had time to grab anything from the facility, and I wouldn't want to imposition you with borrowing your clothing. I'm certain I can survive in these things until we are able to acquire appropriate attire for myself." Despite how much Christian hated the idea of being seen in public in such horribly common clothes, he would rather do so than share such intimate space with a stranger's clothing.

Getting to his feet, Christian took a step towards the man and cringed when the stranger took his hand and placed a kiss upon his hand. Instantly pulling it back, his mind began to spin back to the training he had gone through prior to his transfer to the Weapon X facility. Waves of disgust ran through his mind as the thought of same-sex intimacy brought back the many different cures that had been attempted on him, and his free hand rubbed against one of the electrical scars on his temple as if he could sooth away the emotional turmoil. "I would rather you keep your advances to yourself, and we maintain a level of professionally while together." Attempting, and failing, to hide the sickening tone of the man's actions, Christian was torn about the affection as his conditioning had taught him to feel sick but he had been without affection for so long that it was nice that someone was willing to touch him. "Shall we?" Christian added as he moved towards the doorman.

[MissB]

"Yeah, its not like I had time to grab anything from the facility, and I wouldn't want to imposition you with borrowing your clothing. I'm certain I can survive in these things until we are able to acquire appropriate attire for myself." Despite how much Christian hated the idea of being seen in public in such horribly common clothes, he would rather do so than share such intimate space with a stranger's clothes.

Daken's eyebrows raised at the man's words. Turning to face him, his blue gaze analyzed him up and down. Then, a light chuckle escaped his lips. "Are you afraid of accepting the offer for clothes? Why exactly, Christian? Afraid that the smell of another man will be too dangerous for you?"

And he left it at that, with nothing but a sly, mischievous smirk. For the moment.


"I would rather you keep your advances to yourself, and we maintain a level of professionally while together." Attempting, and failing, to hide the sickening tone of the man's actions, Christian was torn about the affection as his conditioning had taught him to feel sick but he had been without affection for so long that it was nice that someone was willing to touch him. "Shall we?" Christian added as he moved towards the doorman.

Daken's eyes seemed almost amused. He could definitely smell the turmoil now. How much did this man had to go through in order to get that level of conditioning? It was interesting, however, because it was yet another point he could explore. Another breach there that he would definitely feel inclined to use.

"You know, Christian," he said, standing inches from the blond man now. "A man's weakness is allowing himself to follow whatever conditioning he has been put through, nodding your head like sheep for the sake of not being punished. Instead of realizing that once you get your own life in your hands... then you become so much more than you could ever be."

His tone was nonchalant, but there was confidence oozing from it. "Yet now you're a free man, aren't you? I've made it so. Why then do you feel you still have to abide to whatever rules they tried to impose you? When being yourself..." he leaned forward a little. "Can be much more empowering."

Then, turning with a smirk, he nodded. "But we shall. As you wish. Bear in mind though, you might want to close your eyes and pray once we're there. Like I said, you'll be spending the whole night in the same environment as me. "

And without any further words, he followed towards the hotel.

[Icebox]

It seemed that the longer in which the duo were together, the worse Christian was finding the stranger's company; he was pushing against things that were beyond his understanding, and it wasn't as if Christian had been searching for someone who was willing to push his buttons. No, Christian had wanted a way out and nothing more, but this hero fella seemed to be pushing himself into Scion's personal life. Asking questions with a smirk on his face, invading personal space, and just pushing the envelope whenever possible and it was becoming tiresome. Ignoring his comment about fear motivating his unwilling to wear another's clothing, Christian had other things to keep his mind preoccupied during their escape from the facility, the smells of the pine trees and the sight of the sights of the passing scenery had to be enough. Keeping his emotions under restraint meant that he could control whatever strange things were happening to his body because if his adrenaline rushed during the fight could result in a release of it during their ride.

Having the silence for the majority of the remainder of the escape was good for Christian, it allowed his anger to diffuse without unintentionally releasing the glowing polymer, but it seemed as if Daken wasn't going to let things go. Pushing once more, prodding at a point where Christian was openly against, it was as if he wanted an emotional outburst, something that had been reserved for the untrained commoners that lived beneath his worth. Holding his tongue, Christian allowed the man to talk and share his opinions on the subject matter that had been bothering the hero given Scion's own repeated responses to everything that was happening between the duo. Gritting his teeth, Scion was doing his best to keep his emotions repressed which had been easy for all things but the newest addition of his mu tant abilities created a facet that couldn't yet be controlled. The glowing polymer expanded quickly and formed into a combat knife, "Stop." The one syllable word was collected but if the man was observant as Christian assumed he should be able to notice the turmoil it caused.

While there was logic within the man's words, it wasn't something in which Christian was willing to give weight to at this point in his development. Escaping was on the forefront of his list of worries and working through the horrors of his previous life was not going to be as simple as Daken made it seem. Things were certainly broken, and without the will to fix them, things only worsened for Christian's failing mental stability. Tossing the construct to the ground, it disappeared immediately and Christian continued walking towards the entrance of the hotel. Not saying a word, Scion hoped that his silence was proof enough to not push the subject forward.

[MissB]

Daken found it amusing. The powers, he knew what they did. He had read the files. Yet for Christian to find that he'd be intimidated by that, was highly amusing to him.

He simply smirked instead. And as they walked past the hotel halls, heading towards the room he had rented for the night, he tilted his head to Christian, looking at him with a rather cool and dangerous looking eyes.

Stopping right in front of the fancy-looking door, he finally spoke again.

"You can only run from yourself for so long, Christian Frost. Eventually your true self will catch up with your lies. It's inevitable. It's all a matter of whether you want it to be painless or whether you want to allow it to destroy you."

When the card made the door click, he opened it for the blond man. "Oh and one thing before we go in. If you think you can intimidate me by telling me to stop and pointing one of your polymers at me, let me warn you. You wouldn't really like to try. It would be highly unpleasant if you did. I'm just getting to know you. I'd hate to have to kill you."

It was said naturally. As if he had been speaking about the weather. Then, as if nothing had happened, he smiled, entering the large, fancy room.

"Shower, change, and if you still don't want to wear my clothes, keep yours. And I'll order food now. Any preferences?"

[Icebox]

It seemed the more Christian wished to just leave things as they are, the more that his knight in shining armor both pushed the subject as well as gave a better insight into the darkness that seemingly inhabited Daken's soul. There was nothing to be seen calming about a man who so eloquently threatens another human being, and the fact that Christian would be sharing a small space with him wasn't really giving him the idea that he's free after all. Another prison just this time without the bars, rather the intimidation and violence factor of someone who has failed at any idea of personal space. "What I allow to entertain within my mind, as I've stated before, is not of your concern, and for speaking so openly about freedom, you are quick to remind me that I nothing more than a prisoner with your threats." Christian coldly replied before entering the room and walked directly into the bathroom. Stripping down, he shut and locked the door behind him to stop any further advances or unwanted attention. Things had to get better, they certainly couldn't have gotten much worse than a sociopathic babysitter bodyguard, it was like having a personal terminator with unknown loyalties.

Turning the water on as Daken said something about food, Christian heard his stomach loudly grumble in response to the idea of feeding it something more than whatever the gray mush Weapon X and the psychiatric hospital had provided. "Surprise me, I'm not that picky, but make sure that it doesn't bleed if its a steak." Stripping off the last of his clothing, Christian grabbed one of the hand soaps and began to furiously rub down his clothing before soaking it in the sink, and then slowly moved towards the running water in the shower. Taking a couple deep breathes as he pulled the curtain back, the water pressure was much stronger than what he had gotten used to and was going to be a challenge. Slow, deep breathes in and out,

Christian let his hand enter the warm water first, knowing that as long as his face wasn't being exposed he would be able to survive the ordeal of getting this close to water once more. Softly praying, a sentiment that had been the only constant in his life since being committed to the hospital, Christian slid the rest of his body into the shower, pulling the shower head down and pointing it at the lower portion of his body, and slowly began to lather himself up. It was all fine, cleaning himself off until he got to the face which still served as the worst part, because he couldn't bring either direct water or a washcloth to it without causing him to go into a near-catatonic state even though he could willing control both things. So, wet fingers rubbed in the soap and slowly removed it as well, it was a slow process but one that had to be done nonetheless. Stepping out of the shower, Christian wrapped himself in a towel as he removed his clothing from the sink and hung it upon one of the racks in the room. It certainly would make for an interesting conversation when Daken would discover that little more than a towel separated his naked body from the hungry eyes of his so-called knight.

[MissB]

"What I allow to entertain within my mind, as I've stated before, is not of your concern, and for speaking so openly about freedom, you are quick to remind me that I nothing more than a prisoner with your threats." Christian coldly replied before entering the room and walked directly into the bathroom. Stripping down, he shut and locked the door behind him to stop any further advances or unwanted attention. Things had to get better, they certainly couldn't have gotten much worse than a sociopathic babysitter bodyguard, it was like having a personal terminator with unknown loyalties.

Daken cocked his head slightly to the side. He listened calmly, each and every word entering his ear but blue eyes not wavering, not changing in their glance, not even moving from the man. Then, once he was done, right before he walked away to the bathroom, his voice was finally heard.

"You want no threats, then you won't threat with your powers. It's pretty simple and straight-forward, Christian. Not that hard at all."

As Christian went to the shower, perhaps he didn't realize that Daken could hear just about everything. The sound of the water falling on his skin, the soft prayer. He smirked as he waited, ordering a fine and actually abundant meal for the two of them.

And as the blond man stepped out of the shower, blue eyes seemed almost amused. They swept over the man and didn't bother hiding the fact that he found it extremely ironic that he'd step out in just his towel. Especially after putting up all the nice, repressed speech from before.

It was like a rabbit running straight towards the panther.

"Are you still sure you don't want to wear one of my outfits? Mind you, if you prefer to stay in your towel, I will certainly not complain."

Standing up to open the door for their dinner, he tipped the waiter, then closed the door behind him once more as he brought their dinner inside.

"I hope you like Italian food. I made sure to order enough."

And of course, together with the meal, he had also ordered a good, expensive bottle of red wine.

[Icebox]

It seemed that threats were something of a misunderstanding, and while it may have been better to have just discussed the uncontrolled abilities that flooded Christian's body. It was a mystery to him, and while it seemed that Daken had a better understanding of what was happening to him, Christian wouldn't be asking the demented man for any more assistance for fear of what else the man might require of him; at least under their current circumstances, Christian wasn't required to do anything aside from just dealing with the childish advances of a man who doesn't clearly get a hint about the psionic's deep rooted issues. Ignoring the statement, Christian had continued into the bathroom without giving the violent man another moment of his attention.

Once outside the bathroom, Christian could feel the other man's eyes upon him, and had given up caring about the unwanted attention. While it would do nothing but further entertain the man with the Mohawk, if Christian was able to at least act as if nothing bothered him there may be some movement away from his hero's need to push the envelope on the subject matter. "No, I'm fine. My clothes will be dry in a little bit, and there is plenty of things to keep me covered." Icy words came out in response to the man's question about borrowing clothing once more, "And, I somehow believe that you are rarely going to complain about anything that pertains to my body" He added dryly before taking a seat on the bed and pulling the cover over himself, in essence doubling the layers between himself and the wandering eyes of the feral mutant.

With a soft rapping upon the door, dinner had finally arrived, and without moving, Christian was relieved to see that Daken hadn't courted the delivery boy into the room to make things much more awkward for the repressed homosexual. "As I said before, I'd been fine with whatever you ordered but Italian food sounds delicious." Edging himself closer to the edge of the bed, Christian tugged the blanket with him to make certain Daken got the idea of personal boundaries, although Christian was certain it would take much more than a blanket to prove such. Another short prayer, and Christian hungrily dug into the ordered meal, eating at a much quicker pace than one would assume from such high breeding but when bodily functions were leading the way, it seemed most of the proper etiquette for dealing with food was thrown out the window. "Thank you for this, its delicious" Christian got out between stuffing more food into his mouth. He may have been acting common but not all of his manners were absent.

Hands gingerly took the crystal glass of red wine and savored the dry, earthy liquid as it complimented the meal perfectly. It was a nice effort done by the strange man, "So, what makes me so special to break into a guarded complex and get me out?" There certainly wasn't enough compassion in the world for Winston to have had done this, because there was no ransom letter or video to be leaked, his sisters also hadn't been keen on lending a hand in his direction. None but Gracie, but after so long, she would have done something herself rather than leave Christian within the hands of such a dangerous mutant.