Jessi Wd

What? How'd you get in here???

A likely story. Alright, this way please. This is a closed medical facility and I don't care what organization you say you're from or even how you got onto the island you can't just waltz into....say....how did you get to the island without detection...?

(WHAM!)
Don't bother with the gag. I've done my homework, and if my records identify you properly you are the one they call Harmony, correct?

Yes.

Now, as you can tell, I am a telepath and as I understand your particular "abilities" we will hold our conversation this way. This manner also allows me to question your subconcious directly as I am now, leaving you properly unconcious and ensuring truthful answers.

Pardon my french, but you're a serious sicko.

I see small talk is out of the question. On to the interrogation then. What is your name and what were the events of your birth?

My name is Jessica Marion Woods but everyone has always called me Jessi. I was born in Boston but grew up in London with my mother, because she taught philosophy at a tiny private collage. My father was dead before I was born by events unknown.

Interesting. Was your father a mutant?

I don't know. My mother refuses to talk about him but assures me he was a good man who died a few years after they were married.

How did your powers first manifest themselves?

My mother is lonely without my father and dates often. One of them was a delivery man for the local florist named Ryan Jorden. He and my mother had one of her longest relationships but he was abusive to me and her. One night when I was 14 I was working at my computer and heard her scream behind her closed bedroom door. I tried to open it but it was locked and I couldn't get it open. I tore up my hands clawing at the wood and the only sound ringing through my head was the CD I had left playing behind me. The music was hard and fast, the way I usually liked to play it to ignore the fact he was in my house, invading my sanctuary. Suddenly, in my rage, I just started singing, and the notes were low and fast and sitting at that door, my hands bloody and almost useless, I put all my hate into those words and that music and didn't even notice that her screams stopped being of pain and more of shock. Then they stopped all together. I was still singing when she came out in a daze. She wouldn't let me in at the time but I knew he was dead. A few days later they told her in the autopsy report that he'd had a strange series of spasms that caused massive internal hemorrhaging and snapped his spine.

You'd killed a man and felt no remorse?

No. I felt so horrible I ran away. I was a freak. A freak who had destroied a man's life as clearly as if I'd starngled him with my bare hands. I lived in London for awhile, homeless. I was harrassed alot at first but the local gangs had learned to avoid me after I'd slammed a good few against a wall without lifting anything but my voice. Then they decided to come back in a group. I was down and out, bloody and about to die another statistical mutant death by beating. But I was rescued. By a young woman about my age. She even looked about like me except she was a fast talker and had some formal fighting experience. That and the fact that all thier attacks passed through her like she was a ghost....

And this would be your current teammate, Shadowcat?

Yes. She was some sight for sore eyes right then. And afterwards, when they were all gone, she called a friend of hers, a wild lady in skintight clothes and spike heels, the Phoenix. They both took me back to their lighthouse to meet their crew, Excalibur.

And you have remained with them since then?

No, that deal only lasted about a week before they decided it was better if they shipped me back to the states for some formal training in how to use my powers. And a good place it was. A school for mutants far surpassing anything I'd ever dreamed of in adventure and education.

Tell me about it... .

NO WAY MIND WITCH!

Ah, a show of resistance. I can bypass that minor training easily enough..........................Strange. You have an excellent shield for one so young.. .

(chuckle) Thanks. Part of that "minor training" I mentioned.

Shut up. Very well. Keep your homebase a secret locked in your head if it's so important to you. I'm not here for that anyway. I'm here to access the fabled "Destruction Protocals", the secrets to killing all your American counterparts, the X-Men.

That's what you think. No matter how good a hacker you are you won't get through these defenses to those Protocals without a cyber jackhammer and a powersupply the size of Paris.

Don't gloat. If I can't get into those files, you'll be my way out of this mess without leaving empty handed. Your mind contains enough files to rifle through to more than make up for the loss. So let's go take a look here. Ah, you do have two of your comrades on your mind...Sonic and Element. Not names I recognize but I'll go after the story soon enough. Oh, I do love going into these personal spaces, the kind where privacy is severely violated.

And you're so good at it to. Sonic and Element are my friends in the states. We're all in that mutant school together but I've got a real interest in the biological sciences and medicine and took up an optional three month internship here on Muir. It was almost time for me to leave when we lost contact with the school. Completely.

And you aren't worried that your little friends are smoldering in a huge crater somewhere?

Cause I know those two. And the rest of them. Every time somebody is positive they're dead, they just pop up again. We recently recieved a corrupted wave signal that looks like it might be Sonic's pattern. Which would put them somewhere in deep space....

Fascinating. You know, I believe you are right about these files and their security, so we'll just be packing up and leaving now, eh, Jessi? And maybe on the way back to my base we'll pick through that little skull of your for the location of this "school".

(WHAM!)

I don't think so. Not while the young lady is under the protection of Excalibur, at least. Ah, but as you seem to be a less vocal villian than we usually must deal with, we'll continue this conversation later when you are awake, no?

Well, that rescue certainly took long enough, fuzzy. What happened, I catch you on lunch break? Pete break something radioactive again?

Nothing so complicated. We just didn't miss you until breakfast rolled around. Honestly, you are just as bad as Moria some nights Jessi.

Yeah, well, I can see how Moria and Hank get so obsessed with it. It's like having a handful of sand, because you know you've got something there but can't grasp it. It's infuriating. And when Douglock finishes watching "Doctor Who" I want him to look at this new mess of structure fractures I've found.

Of course. Now, a shower and breakfast for you, my dear lady hostage, and a long cool off time down in the cell for our visitor.

One of our psi-dampeners too. This one's good. Almost picked the school anthem outta me.

Indeed? Ah, another good morning on Muir Island.

You ain't just whistling Dixie.

"It's time's like these you find out who your real friends are. Then you wonder why they ever bothered with someone like you."

Jessi's Thoughts

There's a hero
If you look inside your heart
You don't have to be afraid
Of what you are
There's an answer
If you reach into your soul
And the sorrow that you know
Will melt away

And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you

It's a long road
When you face the world alone
No one reaches out a hand
For you to hold
You can find love
If you reach within yourself
And the emptyness you felt
Will disappear

And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you

Lord knows
Dreams are hard to follow
But don't let anyone
Tear them away
Hold on
There will be tomorrow
In time
You'll find the way

And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you

--Mariah Carey's "Hero"

A Prayer of Gratitude

Most High, all powerful, good Lord,
to you all praise, glory and honor
and all blessing;
to you alone, Most High, they belong
and no man is worthy of naming you.
Praised be you, my Lord,
with all you creatures,
especially My Lord Brother Sun,
who brings day, and by whom you enlighten us;
he is beautiful, he shines with great splendor;
of you, Most High, he is the symbol.

Praised be you, my Lord,
for Sister Moon and the Stars:
in the heavens you formed them,
clear, precious and beautiful.

Praised be you, my Lord,for Brother Wind
and for the air and for the clouds,
for the azure calm and for all climes
by which you give life to your creatures.

Praised be you, my Lord, for Sister Water,
who is very useful and humble,
precious and chaste.

Praised be you, my Lord, for Brother Fire,
by whom you enlighten the night:
he is beautiful and joyous,
indomitable and strong.

Praised be you; my Lord,
for Sister our Mother the Earth
who nourishes us and bears us,
and produces all kinds of fruits,
with the speckled flowers and the herbs.

I like this dream. It's worth fighting for.

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