Too Old for Play Time Who: Hellion, Forge, X-23 What: retraining Where: some underground facility Rating: PG-13, if only for violence Status: Incomplete.
There had been an immediate separation. All the younger students were taken in one direction, while any of the prisoners deemed 'adults' were taken elsewhere. Laura was awake by then. Having healed and pushed the bullets from her body. The cuffs though, she was familiar with them. It meant pain if she tried to disobey, it meant a draining of her healing ability if turned on, enough so that she'd be dead with all the shots she took. So she was quiet. Oh yes, this was all quite familiar. Julian wasn't awake yet and it bothered her. She didn't know that was worry, but whatever it was made her uncomfortable.
The cell used for the three of them was almost comfortable compared to what she expected. There were a few beds. Concrete, seemingly poured from and extended from the wall with a thin mattress and a pillow and blanket at the foot. A half wall of concrete to cover the small bathroom facilities. A sink aside from it and in view. The door was solid of course and guarded and Laura did not see but a glance of the inside before the other two were led in and the door closed. She was taken straight to retraining.
It was hours later when she was finally allowed rest, brought back to the room and cuffs off. She stepped in and the door slammed closed behind her. She glanced around then stepped away from the door, waited. Sure enough trays of food were shoved through and she bent to pick them up. Crossing she put them on the bed Julian wasn't occupying and looked at him and Forge. "Eat."