Who: Ehren and NPC’s What: Processing Ehren into the mutant database. When: August 6th early evening Where: Detainment room in the facility Rating: Mid - some violence Status: Complete
The guards didn’t bother giving Ehren the illusion that anything good was going to happen to him. He was being processed. Four years of keeping his mutation under wraps and it was all going down the drain. He could feel the guards fingers dig into the skin of his forearm and once they made it down the hallway, Ehren was pushed into a holding cell with a table and two chairs.
He sneered back at the guards as they locked him in and begrudgingly sat down at the table. About fifteen minutes later a woman with long dark hair and a set of bangs who could have been no more than 5’4. She smiled as she came in the room, it almost seemed genuine.
“Hi there Mr. Clemens, I’m here to process you into our mutant database.” A folder in her hand would be placed on the table before she sat down in the chair. She opened the folder and retrieved a pen from her coat. The clicking from the pen was enough to make him go mad. “You’ve tested positive for radiation, and according to our records you were not registered as a mutant. Is that correct?”
It seemed silly to him that his time with be wasted with things they already knew. More bureaucratic garbage. “Yes.” He replied, annoyed.
She could hear it in his voice, she was definitely perceptive. Putting her pen down gently on the table, the woman offered him a thin lipped smile. “Mr. Clemens we’re aware that you’ve been keeping your mutant status a secret since you’ve been on this island. If you help us put together the remaining paperwork then this will all go a lot more smoothly.” She fixed him with a look that frightened Ehren more than he was willing to admit.
She picked up the pen and looked back down at the folder with the paperwork in it. “Now tell me, Mr. Clemens, when did you first experience a precognition?” She asked, reading off a list of questions.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replied, firm in his belief that they couldn’t drag it out of him no matter what they threatened him with.
Her eyes flicked up to meet his, an almost feverish delight shining in her eyes. From her folder she removed two sheets of paper and placed them in front of Ehren. “These were recovered from your apartment when you were brought in for questioning. In them there are detailed accounts of many events that have taken place here.” She pointed to the one on the left. “You’ve taken detailed accounts of the arrest of Daryn O’Conner, describing the ambush and subsequent altercation that happened thereafter. Can you read me the date written in pen on the top of that paper please?” She asked him and he already knew where this was going.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make it hard for them. “August 5th, 2017” he read aloud to her.
“That was two months before Ms. O’Conner’s arrest.” She said and allowed him a moment to look at the papers before putting them back into the file folder. “Like I said Mr. Clemens, if you just answer the questions honestly then this can go by very smoothly. We’re already aware of your ability we just need more information on it to give you your proper classifications.” Her patience was growing thin, he could read it in the tightness of her jaw.
“I’ll repeat my question to you Mr. Clemens. When did you first experience a precognition?” Her eyes narrowed at him, and a shiver ran down his spine.
“I have never had a precognition.” He insisted, feeling the fear start to settle into his bones.
The woman sighed, putting the files back into the folder and placing her pen back into her pocket. “I warned you Mr. Clemens, I told you how things could go smoothly for us both.” She stood and shook her head as she walked to the door, a firm rapt twice on the door to signal them to open it.
She said something very quietly that he couldn’t hear to the guards and made her way through the door before casting him a vicious grin. The two guards entered with some zip ties and pushed Ehren back down into the seat as he tried to stand. It was tougher than it strictly needed to be, he was going to take whatever came his way.
Once they felt that he was secure they began to move the table to the side of the room. Another man entered, he didn’t look like a security guard but the grimace on his face and the gloves on his hands suggested he wasn’t just another government lackey. He towered over Ehren as he approached, a man who’d definitely seen things. “Here’s what’s going to happen son, you’re going to answer my questions or you’re going to be in a world of pain. Does that sound good to you?” He asked although they wouldn’t have brought him here if Ehren was the type to comply.
He didn’t say anything, just fixed his eyes across the room at the one way mirror. The older man chuckled at his lack of response. “Don’t think you can give me the silent treatment boy. How old were you when you first saw the future?” Ehren’s eyes darted up to him and a smirk came to his face. “Fifty seven.” He said and the words were barely out of his lips when he felt the brunt force of the man’s fist into his cheekbone. Pain seared across his face.
“I’m not messing around son, seems like you got a pretty face there and I don’t much know many girls who like someone with a messed up face. How old were you?” He asked again, the rising level of his tone apparent.
He couldn’t think, not like this, couldn’t hold on. “Eight.” He said, attempting to catch his breath. “I was eight, ok?” They knew anyway, what was the point of resisting that tiny little bit of information. A quick huff came from the man and Ehren lifted his head again, feeling the heat on the surface of his cheek.
“Now how do you...conjure your ability?” He asked and Ehren hung his head. Of course the actual answer wouldn’t be enough for him. They saw he used his abilities before but they didn’t and couldn’t know why he was unable to anymore.
Tears started to form in his eyes. “I don’t know.” He replied, bracing himself for the inevitable punch. It came a fraction of a second later than he expected and as his face was knocked back he felt a tooth come loose in his mouth along with a mouthful of blood.
He spat it on the floor and cried. “I swear to god I don’t know. I don’t have any control over it.” He cried. “Please don’t hurt me, I’m telling you the truth.”
The man punched him one more time square in the eye before exiting the room. The two guards followed after him and Ehren was left tied up, crying and bleeding.
He sat like that for at least an hour, thinking about what he’d done to deserve all of this. Thinking about how Roman needed to go down for this. Who knew what lay in his future? Even he couldn’t figure out how to see that anymore, but it was all worth it if it meant he could see Logan again.
Finally, the woman came into the room with an ID badge in her hand. The two guards flanking her came around to cut loose the zip ties they had around his wrists and pulled him up from the chair. “Here is your badge Mr. Clemens, you are to wear it every day. These men will escort you to the hospital and then back to your apartment.”
She offered him a firm smile before she exited following himself and the guards. One thing stayed on his mind for the rest of his sleepless night. Logan, Logan, Logan.