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Day 25 - Sort of
Who: Illyana Rasputin and NPC Miss Locke (with a cameo by an unconscious Candy Southern)
What: she's 6 and powerless, not a good combo
Where: Murderworld, hidden under a trash heap in NYC
When: Day 25, 7am to 1pm Vas time
Status: Complete
Rating: PG?




The first thing Illyana realized as she woke up was that her hands were bound behind her back. Great. Some new experiment involving bondage. Just what she needed. She could, however, see, which was a vast improvement over the last few days. However, when she finally processed what she was seeing, her eyes grew wide, and she shook her head. "Oh hell no."

Murderworld greeted her vision as she blinked, trying to get used to the light after going without it for days. A perfect replica of the Murderworld that lackey of Arcade's had trapped her inside when she was...oh shit. Only now did she realize she was a lot shorter than she should be. Her hair, which was falling in front of her eyes as she tried to shift into a sitting position, was almost white-blonde, not the darker blonde it became later, and straight as a pin. She was 6 again, like the other day, except the transformation was only physical, not mental.

After a few minutes of wriggling around, Illyana managed to right herself. Hoping that since she was still mentally 18 she still had her powers, she tried summoning a Stepping Disc. No luck. She scowled, then looked up as a woman with chin-length hair sauntered into the room, an unconscious woman slung over her shoulder.

"Miss Locke," Illyana growled, recognizing the woman.

"Guess my little sleeping pills weren't as effective as I thought," the woman said, looking down at Illyana. "Be a good little girl, now, and nothing will happen to you."

"Bitch," Illyana spat. She knew Piotr's friends would rescue her in the end. She remembered Havok, Polaris and Iceman finding them all. But she hated feeling helpless. Since she was only 6 in body, she felt she had to at least try and help herself, and the others.

"Little girls shouldn't use words like that," Miss Locke said, placing the other woman on the floor beside Illyana. Illyana recognized her as Candy Southern, Archangel's ex-girlfriend.

"Little girls shouldn't be stuck in killer parks either," Illyana said, working at the ropes behind her back. With her small, uncoordinated fingers, it was very difficult to even grab at the ropes, but she had to try.

"I won't hurt you, dearie," Miss Locke said, smiling coldly. "You're just an insurance policy. You'll know more about those when you're older. Once your big brother helps my boss get away from Doctor Doom, I'll pat you on your head and send you on your way."

Piotr? Help Arcade? That made no sense. Wasn't Arcade here? Illyana hadn't ever considered that the crazy man wasn't the one who masterminded her kidnapping. She scowled. "Just you wait till my brother finds out what you've done," she said. "You'll wish you'd never known I existed."

Miss Locke only laughed, which made Illyana madder. "Cute as you are, I've got more work to do. More of your brother's friends are gonna come and play, and it's my job to pick them up and get them here on time."

Ilyana took a step forward, forgetting for a moment that she was only a tiny six-year-old. "You hurt one hair on Stevie's head, and I'll...."

Miss Locke's laughter cut her short. "I'll be extra-careful with her, dearie, just for you. Now, sit tight and play nice, or else I might decide to turn the robots on. And while that would be fun for me, it wouldn't be so much fun for you." She strode from the room, shutting the door behind her, and Illyana could hear the sound of the lock clicking into place on the other side of the door.

She looked down at the unconscious body of Miss Southern and sighed. It was going to be a very long wait, the rate this was going. She remembered how many others had been taken with her, and there were several missing still. "Just great," she muttered, squatting back down on the floor. There was no point in standing, after all.