Who: Lorna, Derek, brief Stiles and later Pietro What: The dirty bum(s) had it coming. When: This morning Where: One of the empty cell blocks to start. Warnings: Sex will turn you or your partner evil folks. Rage will ensue.
Lorna didn't ask Stiles where he'd been when he showed up later that night. If he wanted to tell her then he would, but she had other plans for the two of them instead. Plans that didn't involve much talking at all. They'd all gone through so much lately and that was only since they'd all been in Everett. She was sure he had stories of things that had happened with him and his friends just as she did back on Genosha and even after that when she and Wanda had come to New York so Lorna would know parts of the world other than their little island.
This wasn't Genosha though and it wasn't New York either, but they'd managed to all make lives here. Somehow in the midst of zombies, hell gods, and whatever else came their way, they'd made the prison home. Ever since the accident with Allison getting shot she'd seen changes in Stiles, but he usually tried to hide them around her. She wasn't blind though. Lorna saw that something had changed in him, but she'd changed a lot from the princess stuck up in the tower on Genosha. Magneto wasn't there to hide her from the world anymore. Lorna wanted to see it for what it was. The good, the bad, and the heartbreaking. But also the fun.
Despite some of the initial awkwardness, they'd been able to laugh about it and enjoy each other. The rage virus scared her, but she wasn't going to live her life as a scared little girl. Not when she had too much left to experience and learn and enjoy.
The next morning Lorna woke up in the cell they'd shared that night and realized that despite the coolness of the air around her, she was sweating. Expecting to feel Stiles next to her, she sat up to find that she wad there alone in the cell. Gripping the blanket that was covering her legs between her fingers, she felt a flare of anger surge through her. Why had she been so blind? Was Stiles just like Remy? He'd wanted something and once he thought he had it, that was it? Well, Remy's plan to steal her father's helmet har backfired on him and whatever Stiles' master plan was? It was about to backfire on him too as soon as she figured out where the hell he'd gone.
Dressed in only a tank top and a pair of shorts, Lorna didn't open the cell door with her hands but instead bent the bars using her power and stepped out into the hallway purposely. She was on a mission to find him and punish him. Her father's arms weren't there to run into this time, but Lorna didn't want that anymore. She was able to handle her own problems from now on.
Tossing anything and anyone away from her that tried to get in her way, she first stopped by Stiles' cell but didn't see him there. It was when she was passing by the cafeteria that she saw Derek holding Stiles by the arm and tugging him along that she stopped in her tracks. Oh, really?
She followed them down one of the hallways until Derek seemed to be taking him to one of the other empty cell blocks. Stiles looked angry, but clearly not okay with being strong armed by the alpha wolf. Derek had overstepped with Stiles more than once and Lorna never appreciated the way he often spoke towards him. She was still going to make Stiles pay for leaving her, but she had a bigger puppy to deal with first. He could sit back and wait.
Once they were away from most everyone, Lorna waited until they'd turned a corner down one of the cell block hallways before she followed. They were in between two blocks and with only a thought, the connecting cell door in front of them slammed shut blocking their way. When both guys turned around they saw a very visibly angry mutant girl, Magneto's daughter, standing in front of them.
"You." Which you? It didn't matter. She was talking to both of them. If they looked closely they'd see her eyes were no longer their usual green but instead were a flashing red. Sweat ran down her back and her hands were shaking in fists by her sides.
"That's mine," she said lowly to Derek and immediately set one of the metal bars on the cell free and allowed it to float in the air in front of her. She didn't need to have super strength in order to be dangerous. She'd sat at the feet of her father for nearly her entire life as he groomed her to perfect her abilities. Moving the metal bar forward in a flash it slammed into Derek's stomach and slammed him back so that Stiles could get away. The bar hovered over Derek's head while he stared up at her from the concrete floor.