Xaviers!

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 12:55 am**

The boy sat in the lotus position on the floor of his cell, or as close as he could get without searing pain in his knee. His black assassin ensemble had been replaced by an orange prison-style jumpsuit. He seemed to be meditating.

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 12:59 am**

A loud bang against the big reinforced plexiglass window interrupts his meditation.

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 1:03 am**

His eyes open and he stares ~~creepily~~ calmly at the window.

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 1:09 am**

X-23 looks unimpressed. If anything she looks pissed.

"Alright, you got five minutes to convince me not to beat the ever-loving shit out of you. Go."

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 1:12 am**

<"I owe you nothing,"> he said plainly... in excellent Mandarin.

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 1:16 am**

<"No, I suppose you don't."> she responds less flawless and somewhat rusty. <"But as far as I'm concerned people like you fall into two categories. So you either start talking or I draw my own conclusions.">

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 1:24 am**

"I am Death Hawk, servant of the Black Dragon, sixth incarnation of the Enlightened Shadow," he recited.

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 1:27 am**

"Yeah, that's great, kiddo. Do you have anything to say that's not from a script written by somebody else?"

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 1:34 am**

That elicited a blank stare.

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 1:39 am**

"So that's a no then. Great."

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 1:46 am**

"I can tell you nothing. So if you truly believe in mercy, kill me now. My failure is final."

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 2:00 am**

"I'm not in the business of killing kids for being little shits. If I did there'd be much fewer students around."

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 2:19 pm**

"My death will be slow if you do not."

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 4:05 pm**

"Let me be more clear. There are two ways this can go. Either you're in this because you were forced to, in which case we'll go from there. Or you're one of the people who do this because they want to, in which case your death at my hands is going to be slow as well."

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 4:13 pm**

"My will is inconsequential, for it does not exist. Only the will of the Shadow remains."

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 4:14 pm**

"Ah motherfucker. This woulda been so much simpler if you'd just been a little sociopath." she sighs and pulls out her cellphone to dial Gideon's number.

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 6:36 pm**

Gideon picks up after a couple rings

"This is Rede," Gideon said.

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 6:42 pm**

"Hey... How's your schedule looking today? I got a headcase in the holding cells. At least I think it's a case of brainwashing. You feelin' up for finding out for me?"

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 7:03 pm**

"I am as always happy to assist you, Ms. Kinney," Gideon said, "You caught me between lectures so I have some time and can head over shortly."

"Anything I should know about the captive?"

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 7:09 pm**

"He would like you to know that 'his will is inconsequential, only the will of the Shadow remains'."

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 8:24 pm**

"Wonderful," Gideon said dryly, "I'll be there shortly then, eh."

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 9:05 pm**

She hangs up the phone and mutters to herself. "This place may be run by a bunch of former villains but at least shit gets done." she smirks to herself as she walks off to fetch a chair for Gideon.

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 9:28 pm**

It wasn't long before Gideon entered the detention center. He was dressed for class not for interrogations, so he probably didn't look like the most imposing figure.

"Well, at least he hasn't escaped yet," Gideon said wryly.

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 10:44 pm**

"Glad to see you overflowing with confidence in my ability to keep a kid locked up up." she smirks.

Posted: **Mon Jul 20, 2015 11:54 pm**

They boy watched Gideon with detached calm. Brainwashed teenage assassins are annoying like that.

Posted: **Tue Jul 21, 2015 12:13 am**

Gideon took a seat across from Deathhawk and liked at the kid.

"Not all kids are created equal, eh," Gideon smiled.

He then looked at the teenage assassin with an impassive expression.

"Last chance to come clean, kid."

Posted: **Tue Jul 21, 2015 12:18 am**

"There is nothing to confess."

Posted: **Tue Jul 21, 2015 12:22 am**

Right after the words had tumbled out of the child assassins mouth Gideon reached out with his powers. He probed the kids mental defenses because he didn't want to actually ruin the kids mind.

Posted: **Tue Jul 21, 2015 12:36 am**

What defenses there were were well drilled into him, but if there were any not entirely of the mundane kind then they were more deeply buried. He was clearly stubborn as well, which meant he would've been hard to break through mundane means and hard to fix. However Gideon had better means, didn't he?

Posted: **Tue Jul 21, 2015 12:54 am**

Deathhawk wrote:What defenses there were were well drilled into him, but if there were any not entirely of the mundane kind then they were more deeply buried. He was clearly stubborn as well, which meant he would've been hard to break through mundane means and hard to fix. However Gideon had better means, didn't he?

Gideon pushed at the seams of Deathhawk's mind seeing the kid was trained to deal with the mundane art of physical torture and psychic intrusion. He reached not for information about the assassin's organization, which would likely be closely guarded but instead for a memory from before the organization. Hoping for a thread to finesse apart the tapestry of Deathhawk's mind rather than the brute force alternative.

Posted: **Tue Jul 21, 2015 1:17 am**

The memories themselves are buried behind a metaphorical veil of darkness. The organization had done quite the job of hiding away the Self from his mind. Deep within the darkness, however, is a light, a memory shining too brightly to be fully extinguished. Something moved in the shadows around it, obscuring it.

Posted: **Tue Jul 21, 2015 1:22 am**

Gideon moved confidently towards the light not caring overly much about if it was a trap.

Posted: **Tue Jul 21, 2015 1:31 am**

As Gideon moved towards the light, the image of a red bike coalesces within it. A birthday present.

But as he got even closer, the sound of enormous wings flapping took form.

Posted: **Tue Jul 21, 2015 1:38 am**

Gideon walked towards the red bike he pushed his powers outwards feeling for connections to the bicycle or what was making the flapping the noise.

His avatar was cloaked its form completely hidden behind worn threadbare fabric, but despite its bedraggled appearance the avatar exuded menace.

Posted: **Tue Jul 21, 2015 1:52 am**

The bike was a happy memory, linked to family, friends, a sense of freedom and childlike invincibility. A perfect mental anchor. The wings were of the darkness, of the Shadow. It spoke of servitude and surrender to emptiness. It was the embodiment of the boy's new self, or lack thereof.

A monstrous bird took form over the bike, wicked shapes writhing beneath it.

Posted: **Tue Jul 21, 2015 2:01 am**

Gideon continued walking towards the light and began channeling psychic energy into the bicycle to make it an even brighter beacon of positive emotion.

"This is not your place, crow." Gideon spoke his cloak billowing behind him revealing bits of burnished armor beneath it.

Posted: **Tue Jul 21, 2015 2:58 pm**

The Death Hawk screeched in pain and indignation, spreading it's shadowy wings wider.

"I am a Shadow, the self detached from the lie of emotion. Begone from here, interloper," it said in a voice part the boy, part something other.

Posted: **Tue Jul 21, 2015 5:47 pm**

Gideon pushed more energy into the bicycle anchor, but also began looking for the giant bird's anchor as well.

"I am not the only interloper here," Gideon said, "You are a parasite forcefully fused with a host and I am here to cleanse you."

Posted: **Tue Jul 21, 2015 7:03 pm**

The bird, it seemed, was an internalized manifestation of ideas implanted by what was only temporarily an external influence, most likely induced by hallucinogens but possibly aided by telepathy. It was anchored in feelings of grief and fear, particularly a fear of drowning.

Posted: **Tue Jul 21, 2015 7:54 pm**

Gideon had an idea. He grabbed onto the fear of drowning and decided to track that back to the original memory.

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