CHAOS

Jett let her pay for the tickets even though technically he should’ve paid. But he decided to let up on the whole gentleman thing just a bit. “I think that’s the second time I’ve seen you smile.” He said as they walked through the the entrance hall to the museum. “So is there art in particular that you want to look at first?” He’d been here so many times he knew every piece, and was more than capable of being a personal tour guide.

“Feel privileged, I have cousins who have seen it less often,” Lupe replied deadpan, though clearly there was at least some humor behind the statement.  The chef wasn’t above making fun of herself or her nature, even if the delivery could be questionable.  “You’re the expert, Jett.  Why don’t you start with the worst, my keep expectations low.”

His grip on the knife tightened more and more by the second. As he listened to her rant about the wings, and Jett might have woke up this morning more timid than bold. But deep down inside he was still chaos, and fighting his very nature right now was almost impossible for him. “Fine then turn around I’ll give what you want” he sneered. Waiting for her back to be facing him before he pulled his hand back and sent the knife flying. Over her shoulder it went spinning to through the air till it struck the wall with a loud thwack. “Just fold the wings and they’ll be gone Guadalupe. Have you ever heard of out of sight out of mind. They’re only going to exist for a couple of more hours probably. And who’s to say that they won’t grow back. Are you to keep cutting them off all day love? ”

Relief flooded her body as Jett seemed to give in to her request, a sigh parting her lips.  There was the inevitable brace for pain, regardless of just how much alcohol she’d already consumed.  It didn’t numb all of the pain, just dimmed it.  But it didn’t come, the solid sound of the knife hitting the wall fueling her anger once more.  And if there was an emotion Lupe always had a well of, it was fury.  Growling, she turned back to the man with a snarl on red painted lips.  “Then I’ll keep cutting them off all day!” she roared, fighting against the tears that tried to well in the corners of her eyes.  Whether it was from the anger tight in her chest or from this sudden surge of self-hatred, even she didn’t know for sure.

Jett felt like he achieved the level of begging that he wanted from Scarlett, and his own desires was becoming hard to control. So he decided to give her exactly what she wanted. He pulled away long enough to discard his pants and briefs. “Since you’ve asked so nicely love” he murmured as he leaned down to press a heated kiss to her neck. Jett maneuvered his body and gently slid his cock inside of her. His body slowly started to rock his hands gripping her waist.

“Well darling I do love a good challenge, and I’m not the easiest person to deal with either. But that didn’t stop you from giving me a chance.” He told her cupping her cheek with a his hand. “You’re worth it and if anyone ever tells you less then they’re just weak.” Jett didn’t need some magic love mojo affecting him to tell Mari this, because in love or not. She was strong, beautiful and worth it,and needed someone who could be her equal. “So how are you really holding up? Jaden told me about the memory lost love.” It was one of the first things they talked about. Jaden warned him to be careful about what he said or did around her.

It was strange how comforting she found that hand on her cheek. The only person that had brought her that kind of comfort so far was Jaden. Even her father coming back hadn’t made her feel…normal. Even his words, that she had heard from others before, somehow hit different. Mari stared up at his face which was completely honest and open. She couldn’t decide if that was a new feeling because she didn’t remember anything, or because people weren’t usually that up front with her. Given most of the stories she heard, it was probably more that people didn’t want to open up that much to her. 

“Yea,” Mari debated for a long moment on whether to repay his honesty with the same. She took a deep breath and decided she must have trusted him before so she could trust him now, “Well, it sucks really. It’s like a constant state of deja vu. I think I might recognize someone but I don’t know why. I hear stories from before and I am a central character in them but I have no memory of it. It’s like having to relearn everything in my life. It doesn’t really even feel like my life.”

After all Mari never seemed like the type to want or need physical comfort. But she'd been willing to be vulnerable enough with him to be honest, and open about her feelings. He slowly maneuvered her into his arms and held her. "I'm sorry love not a day goes by where I don't feel guilty about. What happened to you I ran away and hid for three years. Believing that you too would be okay not realizing that you still might be hurt or locked up. I'll do whatever I can to help you through this all you have to do is ask."

“No not really other than the artwork I felt like it was only right that I start here. Just so you can see the difference between what society considers real art and not real.” Jett didn’t have anything against the museum or the artists. Who were presented here personally but he had seem some pretty good art get rejected. Just because it wasn’t what was hot at the particular moment, just too much, or the critics favorite excuse the art isn’t refine enough. There were some pieces in here worth his time but most of it was what would you see in any traditional art museum. He made sure to get the door for her when they reached the entrance. Jett wasn’t trying to annoy her being a gentleman no matter what was how he was raised.

“Society rarely gets shit right,” she offered with a bit of a shrug, trying not to roll her eyes as Jett opened the door for her and instead moving into the museum proper to purchase their tickets.  Contrary to what one might expect of the chef, she actually gave the person behind the admissions desk a smile.  “Two please,” Lupe requested, even thanking the girl once the transaction was complete.  She’d worked her way up from the bottom, knew how some people could treat ‘mere employees.’  It pulled out a less surly side from Lupe, though only momentarily.

Jett definitely didn’t have the balls to do what she was asking him to do. At least not in the state that he was in, but even if he was his normal self. He still wouldn’t do it because why did she want them gone so badly? Whatever this was its obviously the work of a Meta playing games with everyone. It would be over eventually why couldn’t she just live with the wings for a couple of days? It was probably for the best that he wasn’t himself right now. Because the old Jett would’ve gotten frustrated by now and thrown the knife across the room. Instead he reached out and took the knife from her with a shaky hand. “Love I know waking up like this must have shocked you somehow. But there’s no need for this I’m not going to hurt you, or let you hurt yourself. Have you tried folding them away?

“Have I tried folding them away?” she hissed, taking another swig out of the half empty bottle in her hand.  “Just because you hide something doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist anymore.  And that’s what I need, Jett, for them not to fucking exist.  I was not built for this shit.  You not helping me hurts more than you sawing into these monstrosities and getting them gone.  So find your balls and get to it.”

His eyes never left the man still trying desperately to get to his feet to run or maybe even fight. Jett didn’t know or really care he was just determined to at least get a good look at his enemy’s face. Before he got away just in case he ever crossed paths with him. In the future then he would know who he was, or if he decided to just kill him later. Because Jett felt as if maybe he traumatized Zuri with his callous ways. He glanced up at her when she finally spoke, and told him exactly what he wanted to hear. Well almost he would’ve preferred to draw the man’s death out for just a little bit. But he didn’t want to really scare Zuri anymore than he already did.

The man finally caught on to what was happening. When he caught sight of his dead partner Jett lunged forward to rip the man’s mask off. “Go ahead and run like the coward you are” he ordered him. But the man was in no condition to really run so he limped away as fast as he could. A red energy spear formed in his hand blazing so brightly. It illuminated the whole street with perfect aim and precision Jett threw towards the fleeing man. The energy spear sliced through the air before piercing the man from behind. It cut straight through his body before fading away to nothing. The man dropped dead with a gaping hole in his chest.

“You might not feel like it but you made the right decision love,” Jett said turning around to face her. “Some humans will never understand our kind, and will always seek to destroy us. C.A.R.M.A has tricked our kind into believing that there little truce was real peace.”

Killing, even in self-defence, was something that weighed heavily on Zuri’s conscience no matter what another person told her. It was theft, but not just any theft. It was worse than snatching a chocolate from the shelves near the counter in the local shop - you were ripping the light from someone’s eyes, watching their hearts slow and their lungs shrivel and their minds break. It was sickening, if she was honest, but it was what they’d been more than willing to do to her had she been alone. The only true defence she and anyone she loved had was the elimination of the threat right here and now, but she’d leave that to Jett.

She couldn’t even watch to see what the end result was. She heard what sounded like the precision flight of an arrow quickly fade, followed by a sickening slice and the thud of a weight in water. And then nothing. She swallowed her panic, her fear, and opened her eyes while still refusing to turn in the direction of Jett’s handiwork. Instead she mulled over the man’s words, and realised how hypnotic his phrases were - he was right. This was proof that there was no such thing as true peace, that mutants were still considered a threat. But why? What had she and the other innocents done?

“How do you do that?” Zuri murmured, running her tongue over lips quickly to counteract the sudden dryness they were hit with. “How do you look at a human being, someone’s child, and kill them so easily?” Her head rotated very slowly, like an owl, to gaze at the corpse nearby, but seeing it only caused her to flinch and back into a stack of boxes nearby, the rhythm of her heart replicating a drum suddenly.

"It's not that hard once you've seen the true horrors that humanity has to offer. You just remind yourself that the person deserves it, and the world is a better place without them. Yeah the family will miss them and mourn them, but eventually they to will move on. Sometimes the family wish they had the guts to do it themselves. Killing isn't always right but sometimes just necessary." Jett told her softly following her over to the boxes. "It took me a few years before I could stand the sight of the dead body. If I took a life that maybe could've been spared I would cry for days. I don't cry anymore but that doesn't mean some deaths don't haunt me." He'd never told anyone about the tears he use to shed for his unfortunate victims back. When he was younger and fresh on the run after the military school incident.

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Jett sat outside the Starbotz Cafe with an untouched coffee right in front of him. Even though he held up nicely in front of his friends. On the inside Jett was infuriated about what went down at the Madhouse, he thought that if he gave it. A few weeks his anger would fade away, but it didn’t. It only got worse Jett found himself with this need for retatalion. The hunger for revenge and to show H.A.M.E.R just how threatened Metas felt by them. Maybe he shouldn’t be underestimating the humans, but right now he didn’t care.

Jett could feel the tension in the air around him everyone in the city was on edge. Humans because they probably feared what would come next, and Metas, because someone actually created a some type of poison. That was capable of taking away a Meta’s powers. Jett could feel all of it and he drowning in it. The perfect formula to causing the ultimate chaos all he had to do was kick it off. Jett threw his head back, and took a deep breath. His hands which were hiding under table started to glow with red energy. But before he could launch his attack he felt someone approach him from behind. Maybe his first victim.

Stupid Cupid || Jett & Mari

Mari was right three years ago when C.A.R.M.A somehow managed to put a energy field to power down. Metas she was one of the few members who actually handled the situation with ease. “Yes I do know that but still I can’t help but worry about. The ones who mean a lot to me when weird things like this occur.” Jett told her as he felt some of his confidence returning. He leaned forward a little bit getting closer to her. “Why yes love it is but shouldn’t someone take care of you too?”

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Mari smiled but her brow was furrowed. She remembered Jaden and everyone on the council but she didn’t remember how close she was to each of them. Little things had started coming back slowly but she still didn’t know who meant a lot to her and she envied Jett for that. Several people would tell her stories about her or their interactions but most of the time it didn’t ring any bells. She would just smile and nod. Her head snapped up when he asked is next question. If anything, it confused her more. It hadn’t really occurred to her that someone should take care of her.

“Well yea I guess but,” she tried for a smile and shrugged in a nervous and very un-Mari-like way, “Have you met me? I’m a bit of a challenge. Not many people are up for that.”

Maybe he should’ve waited till she calmed down a bit more. Before he killed the man so brutally in front of her, but Jett was never the patient one especially when it came to his enemies. Jett hoped Zuri was just surprised by his actions and didn’t actually fear him. “Yes I did and it’s good riddance can’t you agree? If we let them go they’ll just snatch some other innocent Meta, and do God knows what to them. They already have four of our kind locked up somewhere, and they’ve been picking us off for months now.” Jett came into contact with a few of them by luck when him and Lucy went hunting one night.

“They use to operate in the shadows and aim for the low-risk Metas, the ones no would notice missing.” Jett slowly approached Zuri with his hands held up “I’m not your enemy or the bad guy here. You can trust me I don’t hate all humans just the ones like them. We’ll never have peace with them and that’s not fair.” He would hold off on telling her that he was Nephilim, just in case she freaked out on him. The sound of shuffling feet filled the air, and he noticed the other man trying to get back to his feet. “This your call Zuri we’ll leave him alive if you want to. The other’s death will send the message loud and clear.”

Murder: the unlawful premeditated killing of one human being by another. 

Murder was never something Zuri considered a necessity or even a possibility. It was something that billions of people around the world would condone, even in desperate situations; it was something that just as many billions would justify; and it was something that a select few found pleasure in. The young woman couldn’t quite place which of the reasons were present in Jett’s eyes - it was far from clear or prevalent. Perhaps it was a mix of both, an attempt at self-preservation and a jolt of pleasure from the sadistic action.

But God forbid… his words made sense. He was right - the men already had Metas under lock and key, and who knew what they’d to them? And then there was the situation with her sister… Breanna had started displaying her own symptoms of Metahuman powers a few years ago, similar to Zuri’s: she absorbed and contained energy, but instead of expelling it as electricity like her own abilities, Breanna could modify her form with hardened skin and strength. Apparently the now busted television at their home in Detroit was all thanks to these abilities, but it was only recently that she’d begun to try them out in the old training bunker their father had built.

Glancing at the man nearby, as he struggled to get a foothold beneath him and raise his figure, Zuri squeezed her eyes shut. Breanna could end up as a victim, snatched off the street and held hostage for whatever fucked up reason the organisation found themselves in need of. She could be next for their schemes. And despite her fear of the pain the man would go through, Zuri was also aware that, as a bigger organisation, the man’s disappearance would have little to no effect other than to protect some of his other potential victims. So, after shaking her head slightly, eyes still locked closed, and turning away, the young woman muttered, “Just… make it quick.”

The man finally caught on to what was happening. When he caught sight of his dead partner Jett lunged forward to rip the man's mask off. "Go ahead and run like the coward you are" he ordered him. But the man was in no condition to really run so he limped away as fast as he could. A red energy spear formed in his hand blazing so brightly. It illuminated the whole street with perfect aim and precision Jett threw towards the fleeing man. The energy spear sliced through the air before piercing the man from behind. It cut straight through his body before fading away to nothing. The man dropped dead with a gaping hole in his chest.

"You might not feel like it but you made the right decision love," Jett said turning around to face her. "Some humans will never understand our kind, and will always seek to destroy us. C.A.R.M.A has tricked our kind into believing that there little truce was real peace."