#contemptiblysinister

      it wasn’t often when someone got the drop on her but the way her head felt -- had she been drugged?  it wasn’t simply a physical blow, it wasn’t telepathic in nature.  she dropped herself up on unsteady arms and checked for an injection site.  bleary eyes suddenly realized she was in a room, a very bright room that was a bit too sterile and clean to the point where it nearly burned in the back of her nose and throat.

      ok, ok, we can figure this out, she assured herself as she pressed the heel of her hand against her brow.  violet eyes blinked several times over as she tried to see past the haze still resting like a low fog in her mind.  alright, a lab.  not mccoy’s lab, though.  she caught a glimpse of black and white with red in the middle and her already dry mouth dried further, a lump forming in her throat.

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( STARTER CALL | @contemptiblysinister )

How long had it been? --but more importantly why had she ever yielded as she did. Put trust into that man that all but lived up to his name Sinister-- and that he certainly was. She was well aware of everything that had been done to her over time. The experiments- the fact that she knew she wasn’t the original version of herself. Just an elaborate clone-- brought forth as a means to test how far he’d managed to unlock the secrets to her powers.

It was like holding life in ones hands, wasn’t it? Some people could argue that there would always be away around it. That one could always be immune to a virus- to bacteria... it’s what leukocytes were for, wasn’t it? But what did that matter to someone that could change everything about the contagion. She held the key to a form of forced evolution on a microbial scale-- something that could help or hurt people as she so willed it.

Rather how Sinister so willed it-- she wasn’t very much in control anymore, was she? No matter his promises, however, she wasn’t deluded. Wasn’t able to be-- the very microbes she shaped and toyed with kept her in check and in the know of what was happening. How many times they’d seen her reborn again and again- and, perhaps, there was coming a point that she was ready to let go of who she once was-- would never be again.

“The subjects didn’t survive the first round of contagions-- their genetics didn’t take my own as hoped. It’s a bit of a mess.” She hated inner turmoil around him, honestly-- because she may well have been speaking out loud. “Would you like me to clean the mess and try a different round of tests?” It was a scapegoat, really-- she’d had her fill of being around the man. Half wished he wouldn’t had bothered cloning her and had left her in the tube-- but at least this way she’d be able to distance herself somewhat.

          “    No, I’m not interested in a team-up.    ”

          SHE DIDN’T TRUST PEOPLE WITH AGENDAS, & Sinister seemed to have a big one. Not that she’d ever surround herself with nut-bags like him. It was one of the main reasons she worked alone, beside that fact she’d been screwed over more times than once.