Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

Mystique had prepared herself for my presence. It was evident through her attire, that she was confident she wouldn't fall vulnerable to my powers. Completely covered from the neck down, Mystique showed no signs of skin except for her face. Her hands as much as her body, gloved by material. As she pointed the gun as me, I looked over to Magneto , with the least impressed expression on my face. Guns? What are you, gonna shoot me? My eyes returned back to Mystique. So far, the infamous blue-skinned mutant was not living up to her reputation. Darling, bullets won't work on me. My plain expression drooped into a sadistic grin. Mystique kept her gaze locked on mine, but the comment evidently concerned her, as she shifted her eyes quickly to Magneto. She was dead-pan, but I could sense the confusion in her eyes. Like her, I had regenerative healing, and nothing such as bullets could stop me. Just as I had broken eye contact with her, I felt a sudden sharp kick to my ass. Because I wasn't expecting it, I was thrown forward full throttle. In a quick act of self defence, Mystique began to open fire. Shooting me thrice in the chest, I hunched over, but didn't go down without a fight. Before I could hit the ground from the fall, I reached out towards her and latched onto her wrist. Unwilling to let go, I dragged her forward down with my fall. She pulled back and hard, trying to free herself, but it was too late. As she fell before me, I launched my right hand and pushed it right into her face. Fingers extended, I fulled cupped her face in the palm of my hand slamming her to the ground. Certain areas of the body transmitted more information, and formed more bonds than others. The head the eyes in particular was among the strongest connection factor providing a direct link from my mind, to hers. Upon instant contact, I immediately sunk my conscious deep into her mind. Releasing my hand from her visage, Mystique's yellow eyes widened. She seemed stunned momentarily, struggling to roll over and pull herself onto her feet. She stumbled as she stood, in an apparent daze. Taking a step back, the most evil of grins plastered across my face. This was only the beginning. You're going to wish you had covered your face. Extending my hands out in the air towards her, my eyes immediately transformed from a fire-like blast, to complete black. Mystique looked at me with the utmost regret. It was over. Accessing all of her painful memories, I inflicted the most demonic form of mental torture I could conjure from her subconscious. She began to wail at the top of her lungs, dropping to her knees. Crunched over on the ground, Mystique grabbed her head and in complete anguish, her body began to mutate out of control. Her eyes crippled into a state of Nystagmus moving rapidly from side to side as her mind had plummeted into complete emotional turmoil. She cried out to her trusted leader, Magneto. H-help... Help... m-me! Tears steamed down her patterned cheeks as she curled over. Oh... darling . He can't help you . He doesn't love you. Feeding into Mystique's most grave insecurity, my voice deepened, almost turning satanic as I spoke to her. How could anybody love someone as monstrous-looking as you? To the outside world, it was me speaking. But to her, she could hear the voice of a long-lost best friend, Charles Xavier. Completely immobilizing her, I had had enough. Retracting my arms at once, Mystique rolled onto her side in relief. Still quivering, she was in a state of shock - completely mentally and physically disabled. My eyes returned to their normal, human amber color. It would take a mutant several minutes to regain the strength needed to move. But it would take weeks for her to recover from the flashbacks and nightmares that would continue to haunt her. With sad eyes, I could barely look you in the eyes. Lowering my head in shame, I gestured to you, Leave them. Let's go. Left with no other options, I snatched your file off of the table, and darted out the door.