Genosha: For Free Trade - Lost and Forsaken

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"Garrison?"  Matt asked in a small voice. He was sitting in a corner of the cell with his back wedged in it, knees drawn up. It was no wonder he was terrified, he was truly blind for the first time in his life. Even when he had first lost his sight, his powers had kicked in and while he didn't understand them and they had caused him immense pain, they had also aided him in ways he had never dreamed of. To have them not only taken away, but kidnapped and held prisoner..."Where are you?" 

"I'm right here." Kane said, stifling a groan. On the whole, he missed his healing factor. Everything ached right now, and his face and chest were still sticky from the congealed blood. He grabbed hold of the side of the slab and forced himself to his feet. Regardless of his condition, he had a responsibility to Matt and to the others. "Are you alright?" 

"Oh, yeah, fine," terrified, cold, hungry, terrified, blind, Matt replied, trying to stop his voice from shaking. There was only so much he could pray before he gave up and decided that he wasn't going to be seeing his father this very moment, He wasn't sure if that was a relief or not. He wasn't ready to die, "Where's...here?" he finally asked. 

"I think we're in Genosha somewhere, Matt." Kane said slowly. He'd been churning over it; the accents similar to South African, the British style uniforms and crests, the nearly one to one mix of whites and blacks with the guards. Following the protest, it was too much to be coincidence. He knew they had a teleporter, but never dreamed he could be strong enough to take them all. 

"I uh...meant, here,"  Matt explained, waving a hand around vaguely. "What...room is this?" if felt like he was deaf as well as blind, being unable to hear the heartbeats of those around him, not to mention the soft shuffle of cloth against itself and the whole host of other sounds that painted the picture of Matt's world. "Where's Genosha though, too? Never heard of it." 

"It's a holding cell. I think they want to make sure we've got plenty of time to think about just how fucked we are right now." He sighed, and took a seat nearer to the young man. "As for Genosha itself, it's the country you were protesting against a couple of hours ago." 

Was it only a few hours ago? "Oh, yeah. Right," Matt slid closer to Garrison until their shoulders touched, lightly. Just enough so that he had some sort of contact. He knew where the floor was, two walls and Garrison. That was good. "Seems like it was last year or something. You uh...think we're fucked then?" He didn't see any way that they couldn't be. 

"Yeah. Fucking teleporter. It was the only way to get Phillip and Jenny away clean. Then to get those two we caught last month out of the Field Office. How could I have been so stupid." Kane shook his head. "Area effect teleporting example right in front of me, and not for a second did I even consider that in the security." 

Uh...huh. Matt wasn't quite sure he understood all that, but he was grateful that Garrison was not only talking, but did not seem all that scared or anything. Mostly, he seemed pissed. Of course, getting fucked wasn't any good. "Garrison?" he whispered after a long pause. "I can't see anything." 

"They took our powers, Matt. I don't know how, but they did." Kane looked around. "Fortunately, you're not missing anything interesting. Concrete box with a door and a toilet. I suppose we should be glad they gave us one of those at least." 

Not what he'd meant. Matt had never realized just how much he had relied on his powers, even before he had come to Xavier's and was trying to damp them down with drugs. Color was something he would never see, but at least he had some shape, texture and feel. "No," he replied, "I mean...I've never been this blind before. I'm really blind. Completely now." 

Kane rubbed his eyes tiredly. He hadn't even thought how the depowering would effect people with sensory powers. "Shit. I'm sorry, Matt." What was he going to tell him? Don't be scared even though you've been kidnapped and through into a foreign jail naked, and for a bonus, also get to feel cut off like you never have before? 

Matt shrugged a little, only the barest movement of his shoulders, "Just...don't go away, okay?" he finally whispered. Don't leave him like this. The room might be small, bare and bright to Kane, but to him it was unending darkness. He scooted a little closer to the other man, touching him more. Maybe it was weird since they were both naked, but Matt wasn't thinking about that, just that he needed to know where Kane was. Needed to know he was there.

"I'm not going anywhere, kid." It wasn't much, but it was all that Kane could say with any kind of truth. "Besides, they aren't going to be able to hide grabbing us from the Professor for very long. I'd bet money there's a rescue being planned as we speak." 

Rescue would be nice, Matt had to admit, "It's not like in the movies where time passes in a scene cut and then there's the rescue attempt," he replied, wishing that this was just like the movies. Of course, if it was, he probably wouldn't be here anyways. Who bothered to put a blind teenager in a situation like this? "I hope they get here soon. Yesterday."