34 The Mutants are coming

1st POV Jessica Jones

"Can you fuck off already?" The only reponse I get is a slight twitch near his eye as the 'investigator' proceeds to pretend like I hadn't said anything.

"Ms. Jones, I just have a couple more questions I need to ask you?" The agent spoke clearly attempting to bulldoze over my resistance but to bad for him my patience had worn out after the third of these ass clowns.

"That's what you all say next thing you know I'm bent over my bed while you confirm my cup size. You fed creeps." The agent choked on his saliva and I didn't bother concealing my snort. Who decided to send a rooky to deal with a terrorist 'sympathizer'.

Stupid agencies and their paranoia, I've made it clear I was forced to help Reaper and yet they're keeping me stuck here as if the second they let me out all go on a killing spree. Even if I was a sympathizer, do these people really think I'm stupid enough to do anything after losing my backing?

"Ms. Jones I wish you'd be more understanding. We are only trying to…"

"To what? All the questions you have on your dumb clipboard I've already answered a dozen times. Do you idiots need the answers repeated to you so that you can remember? Go ahead and take out your phone then, record our talk and do me a favor and give it to all the other clowns waiting in the hall."

I watched with glee as the agent stood up before giving a stammering "bye" and running out of my detainment cell. Part of me doesn't mean to be such an ass to people who are clearly just doing their job but the majority of my mind just wants to go home - If I still have one - and sleep. After all these months under Reaper's thumb I'm finally free.

The doctors at the station tried to put me into a psych ward because I'm apparently suffering from several severe mental issues but they'd dropped it pretty quickly after I attempted to fit one of them through the little slate my meals are delivered to. I don't need therapy or any of that garbage, all I need is to return home and drink alcohol. Lots of alcohol, in fact it'll be better if I grab alcohol before going home to sleep. Actually, it'd probably be better to get drunk before going to sleep.

Yeah that sounds like a plan, go home, get drunk, sleep. Wake up, and drink more. Sighing I let my head fall back onto my pillow as I thought further on what my life would be like once I got out of here. I'll need a job to pay for the alchol and rent so I can move out of my old house as soon as possible. I've never liked being inside my old house and knowing my mom is alive and also a deranged killer makes me want to avoid it even more.

I pause at the thought of my mother. Reaper gave me all the proof I needed to know she's alive but none of those government agencies besides the one with a dumb name - So how important could they be - had asked me about my family. Gulping slightly I decide to push my family drama aside for now and focus on something else.

Reaching into the inner pocket of my worn out sweater I pulled out a flashdrive. After I had finished destroying the mutant gang Reaper sent me after I had returned to our temporary residence to find everything of value gone and this flashdrive being the only thing left.

It didn't have any note attached or anything and honestly it's probably a prank by whoever robbed us while we were gone but I can't shake the feeling that it's something more than that. Personally I don't believe that shit the media is spouting Reaper dead? As if. The idea is ridiclous the only way Reaper would die is if he commited suicide and he had not reason to do that.

Unless there really were two Reapers. My thoughts grind to a halt as my early theories begin to resurface. If there really were two Reapers then that means only one of them died but which one survived? Reyes. A soft whisper spoke in the back of my mind and for a moment I was once again on that couch staring up at the chessboard in the sky watching as pieces fell down and with them countries.

Taking a deep shaky breath I count backwards from 10 before releasing it. Yes there's no way Reyes would have died. So sacrificing Reaper or at least making it look like Reaper died must be part of a plan of his. Glancing to the flashdrive in my hand I wonder if this is a part of his plans. Does he really expect me to continue following orders even after gaining my freedom?

I'm broken out of my thoughts by a knock on my door. I heaved a sigh sitting up and propping my back up against the wall of my cell. Somekind of desk jockey poked there head in and informed me that I had another visitor as if I was to blind to see past the bars of my cell where a huge crowd of assholes in suits stood waiting.

I gave a nodd of my head to show I was ready before closing my eyes and taking a few deep breaths to calm myself down. It's only till the end of today, only till the end of today, only till the end of today. I repeated the phrase over and over in my head so that I didn't act on the urge to compress anyone into a basketball.

A deep chuckle was the first thing I heard when my 'visitors' entered my cell. Opening my eyes I saw a bald man in a wheelchair entering, pushed by an admittedly gorgeous Egyptian woman followed by a gruff, buff, and short looking man.

"Excuse the interruption. My name is Charles Xavier and I'd like to have a discussion with you about your future."

Hah so it's just another group of idiots trying to control my life. Sigh, when will they catch on? I'm not interested in becoming someone elses weapon a third time. I want to live for myself and only myself.

I was about to tell this idiot off when I realized a very big problem. Where had they come from? I don't remember seeing them in the waiting room earlier and I definitely would have remembered such a distinct group of people. And did he say he was Charles Xavier? Why does that sound familiar? Wait isn't he…

Flashback

{huff huff} Laying exhausted on the ground after a training session with Reyes I watch as he prepares to leave and decide to voice a question I've had for a while now.

"Why are so many mutants criminals? Shouldn't it be easy for the strong ones to find work and you said there was a really strong telepath who was collecting the weaker one's in a sanctuary right, why doesn't he help them?" It was something that popped into her head as she balked at the sheer mass of Mutant gangs in New York City's slums.

"Charles Xavier the second strongest telepath on the planet. He believes in peaceful coexistence between humans and mutants. In other words he's a naive idiot, it's better for those children to be together in the streets working together to survive then allowing Xavier to coddle them at his institute until the military decides to invade." I could tell by Reyes tone that he didn't hold this Xavier guy in very high regard.

" The reason he doesn't take the mutants who have already experienced the streets is because his stance has no grounds. If he brought in anybody willing to call him on his bullshit he wouldn't be able to defend his beliefs. So he leaves them to suffer and instead finds impressionable children to teach his nonsense to. If you wish to live a long life avoid Xavier as much as possible. He's a crippled dumbledore."

Flashback End

Right! He's the delusional coexistence guy.

'Come now delusional is a tad bit over dramatic isn't it. My goal may not be easy but it's far from…' {smash}

He didn't get to finish his sentence before I tore a portion of the wall behind me out and tried to slam it into his head. Key word tried, before I could hit him the short buff guy jumped infront of him and took the hit effortlessly before flipping me on to the ground, arms restrained behind my back.

"Watch yourself girl!" He growled.

"Watch myself? Tell that to that bastard. Who gave you permisson to go into my head?!" The man on top of me let out a groan at my reponse and I recalled Reaper mentioning that Xavier applied his abilities liberally without much care for the recipient in most situations.

"Charles" The egyptian woman next to Xavier spoke in an admonishing tone " How many times have we talked about this. You're always preaching about coexistence and peace but you invade the minds of everyone we meet."

"Ororo I was simply trying to discern if Ms. Jones was suffering from any kind of implants from Kilgrave or the Reaper." the man explained in a calm voice plastering a sincere expression across his face.

The woman, Ororo, released a sigh but made no further comments, turning back to speak to the asshole on top of me. "Enough Logan you can't blame the girl for reacting negatively after everything she's been through."

With another growl Logan released me and stood up moving back over to stand beside Xavier. Standing up I winced slightly at the pain in my left shoulder from where he slammed me into the ground. God I am so done with today; these clowns better make their sales pitch soon or I'm gonna lose it.

I watched as Xavier opened his mouth again but I could already tell by his expression that he wasn't going to say anything productive so I cut him off.

"Save for stupid speech for the brats baldy. I've got no interest in hearing about your philosophy or whatever the hell you're about to start talking about. I'm just about done with today so unless you want to be wheeled out on a different kind of wheelchair I suggest getting to the point." Haha. The look on his face as he was forced to swallow his words is halarious.

"Very well Ms. Jones I'll cut to the chase. I'd like to invite you to come teach at my school for mutants."

It took a couple seconds for his words to register in my head and the only thing I could think to respond with was

"Fuck you."

3rd POV Makenzie's Home

Arriving back home from his usual patrol of the city Makenzie released a tired sigh. Now that he wasn't executing criminals on a mass scale they were starting to creep back into the city. He had predicted such a change happening but it annoyed him to no end how seemingly endless they were.

Going towards his supercomputer Makenzie pulled up the data on his various projects before pulling up the recordings of Jessica's detainment cell. When he'd first checked in on her Makenzie had doubled over laughing. Whatever idiot thought a normal cell could hold Jessica Jones was in for a real shock should they ever decide to piss her off.

Going through today's logs with a bored face Makenzie perked up when he finally saw what he was looking for.

'Finally took the bait Xavier?' Mackenzie had spent a long time deciding what to do with Jessica. He had debated handing her off to another of his villain personas but while Jessics maybe strong willed he didn't want to enslave her for life or anything. She deserved to have her own life. So he'd decided to use her as a spy of some sorts.

Taking samples from the mutants Jessica and he dealt with, Makenzie had developed a device that tricked Cerebro into thinking Jessica had the mental signiture unique to mutants. Honestly, he'd found it surprisingly easy to develop. Mackenzie noticed when analyzing Jessica - not that she remembers it - that her brain waves were already different compared to normal humans so it hadn't been much work to alter them slightly more.

Jessica was curious by nature and had no regard for any kind of authority. When she got to the mansion she'd start to get suspicious and investigate and Makenzie would easily have access to everything she finds.

Charles was a paranoid bastard; he kept all the records of his students on paper and the medical records for the X-men are on a private server so he'd have to invade the mansion to get them. Unfortunately, his device to evade Telepath's isn't ready yet so that would have to wait till later.

"Fuck you." Chuckling at Jessica's refusal, Makenzie showed no signs of worry. He knew Jessica had lashed out in her anger and would reconsider Xavier's offer once she was released. Besides her parents house she has nothing and while she'd made excellent progress in facing her struggles under Reaper. Mackenzie couldn't spend too much time on her emotional state without seeming suspious.

Jessica might stay in her parents house for a bit out of stubbornness but eventually she'd cave and go to Xavier. Turning away from his monitor as Xavier left with an annoyed Logan and Amused Ororo (Hell she's hot). Mackenzie was about to continue working when a sound distracted him.

{Ahem}

Turning around Makenzie froze in place seeing Mercy standing behind him with her hands on her hips and a venomous glare in her eyes as she looked down at him.

"Hiiiiii Mercy, when did you get back?" Mackenzie tried to maintain eye contact but Mercy's glare didn't lesson and he was forced to avert his eyes admiting his defeat.

Mackenzie was about to open his mouth and speak again when Mercy interrupted him.

"Master, you're going to sit there and listen. I've been putting off a talk we need to have." Mercy spoke seriously and Makenzie squirmed under her intensity feeling distinctly uncomfortable while in his regular body.

"You've lost sight of yourself. We both agree that you need to stop and take a step back before you become too far gone." Mercy spoke to Makenzie, her voice lowered to a much quieter volume but maintaining her stern tone.

"Mercy I…Wait We?" Mackenzie didn't get a chance to respond before he registered what Mercy had said.

Behind the both of them in the corner of the room a figure gradually appeared and stepped up behind Mercy under Makenzie's shocked gaze.

"Yes, we Master"

AN: Who's that Pokemon

Sorry for the delayed update. I'm finishing school soon and I have abunch of Grad stuff coming up so I might not be able to update again for a while.

For the cliffhanger honestly I'm still trying to decide on who I want to show up. Originally I was thinking of another villain character but as I wrote I realized I need someone more aligned with Good for this next summon. Let me know if you have any suggestions.