Genosha - For Free Trade: Lost and Forsaken

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Amara was trying not to betray how she felt - her head held high, she'd refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her miserable. But she was naked, and cold, and she was furious. How dare they take her (hadn't she had enough of being kidnapped?), how dare they take all of them, just to protect their ridiculous system. Amara curled up, sitting on the floor, her arms wrapped around her knees as she tried to stop shivering. She was not used to feeling so cold - her powers had always kept her warmer than the average person, and even before that, the weather in Nova Roma had always been warmer than this. She glared at the pair of eyes peering through the window in the door, daring them to come in and do something else to them.

"Yeah, fuck you guys! Fuck you, fuck your mothers, fuck your dogs, cats, hamster, gerbils, whatever you fucking have!" Cammie screamed at the eyes. She was pacing back and forth, stopping every now and then to pound on a wall, mostly out of frustration. "Fucking cowards, don't even want a fair fucking fight. Hope they all choke on broken glass."

"Of course they don't. All they care about is protecting themselves, and they think kidnapping and abusing children the right way to do that." Amara shook her head. "They're sick. And the worst thing is, they think they have the right to do this."

"Yeah, well, let's see how right they fucking think they fucking are when I strangle their fat asses," she said, kicking the door and ignoring the shooting pain up her leg in response.

"Don't hurt yourself kicking the door," Amara said immediately. "Wait til you can kick their asses. I'll have your back." Amara was usually of the opinion that violence didn't solve everything - except, of course, when you were dealing with evil. And this, she was starting to think, was yet another example of that.

"If that happens, because they're fucking cowards!" Cammie screamed at the door, hitting it one more time.

"Obviously," Amara replied impatiently, pushing herself up off the ground to go over to Cammie, placing a hand on her arm. "Come on. Hitting that door isn't going to do anything other than entertain them." The eyes in the window had disappeared, the guard obviously moving on to another cell.

Cammie recoiled from Amara's hand. She was rather obviously not herself at the moment. All she was going for was to get someone to pound on or be pounded on instead. A fight at least, Cammie could have some control over and at least understood the rules, "They'll have to fucking open the door eventually!"

"And we'll get them then," Amara replied firmly. "But we're not going to e able to do that if you hurt yourself on the door. Which neither of us can get through since they stole our powers." Amara's words, while reasonable, were underscored by the fury she was feeling.

"Do you really think anyone is going to leave us here to rot? I'm sure as we speak, Professor Xavier and Remy and everyone are working overtime to find us, and when they come, we're going to need to be ready to fight."

Cammie sank to her knees, her fist still on the door. Though she could feel the tears running hot and fat down her face, it felt like they belonged to someone else. "They're not fucking coming. No one's coming.. no one's fucking coming..."

"Of course they're coming," Amara replied reassuringly, crouching down and putting an arm around Cammie's shoulder. "They always come," she continued. "They rescued me from Nova Roma. You guys found Remy after he was taken. There's no way they wouldn't come. I'm sure they're on their way now, ready to tear this place apart until they find us."

"Not this time," Cammie stuttered between sobs, "Not like this," creeping back in her mind was the thought that maybe it was better this way. If her mother went looking for her weapon now... The irony of that struck her and Cammie's sobs were punctuated with odd bouts of laughter. "Fucking figures."

"They will," Amara replied with utter conviction. She would not, could not believe that the X-Men wouldn't come for them. There was too many of them here - and so many of them students.

"What figures?"

"'Least if that bitch ever comes looking for me again I won't be that fucking weapon of hers anymore," Cammie managed, laughing and thinking about the one time she had ever met her bio-mom. The impression it left had obviously stuck around, "Right now that's what I want to fucking be."

"Don't be ridiculous," Amara said, a slight smile starting to cross her face. "You'll be back to potential weapon in no time. You'll see."

"They'd better fucking hope not," Cammie said slowly, simply, "They'd better hope not."