He watched the guy stand up and show his hands. As he faced the wall he put his hands on the back of his head. "I said hands ON the wall ABOVE your head." Kaz entered the cell slowly watching the man's movements. As he got near the man he raised a hand and put it to the back of the man's head. Pressure increased on the man's skull from Kaz's grip, Kaz also pushed his head against the wall facing the cell door. He searched the man's pockets and found two small knives. "Hmm..shoddy craftsmanship, the balance is horrible, blade is barely sharp. They look custom made. By you I suppose. Were you planning on stabbing one of us? Or throwing them at us, not that they'd do much. The way they're made they'd probably spin, flip and twist to much to hit with the tip." Anything else that was in the guy's pockets didn't interest Kaz in the least. Kaz put more pressure into his grip. "Next time, just give up whatever it is and I won't have to be violent. It'd make it easier for both of us." With that he let go of the man and walked out of the cell. As the door close he spoke to the man, "If you have another one of those, whether you're hiding them or can make them. I suggest you don't any more, next time I may just use it on you." His eyes were cold, they held the promise of pain and death.

Iris’ eyes opened slowly. She blinked several times to clear the cobwebs in her vision, and found herself staring at the white ceiling. She squinted a bit. The room was bright, even though she couldn’t see any actual light fixtures. She yawned deeply, grateful to be able to do so easily. She vowed to never complain about a simple headache again, as long as she lived.

The past couple of hours...she thought it was a couple hours....had been a living nightmare. On the positive side, only a dull throb at the base of her skull was the only souvenir left. Well, that and a general feeling of being run over by a bus. Slowly she rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself to her knees. Her whole body felt as if it was made of lead. She ached a bit, too. It reminded her of having the flu, but without the shakes.

On the not-so-positive side, now she was able to focus on the present situation. During her delirium she’d distinguished at least one other voice besides Nail and Iara that didn’t sound happy about being here. Counting Iris, that made four captives, and that was only what she could guess at.

Iris moved to the front of the cell and curled up in the corner, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees. Apparently at some point someone had turned the wall clear again, allowing her to see out the front. The whole atmosphere reminded her of a psych ward in a hospital; all the patients under constant supervision to be sure they didn’t hurt themselves. But she doubted their well-being was much cared for in this place.

People were talking in the area outside her cell. She could hear Iara clearest, so she must have been nearest. She shook her head a bit; her mind was still on the foggy side. She reached up and scratched nervously at her shoulder. Something else about this place seemed awfully familiar, but she couldn’t figure out why, and it was bothering her. She yawned again, trying to push the thought from her mind, instead focusing on what was going on outside.

Mettaliar sighed as the man forced his head against the wall and found the knives. He was so sure that his end was near, yet upon hearing the man insult the blades and let him free. Mettaliar thought twice about turning and throwing the blade had made behind his head, yet he calmed down and just watched as the man step out the cage and give the warning that he took no shit.

"True, those blades might not be perfect, yet what would you expect a kid to make 3 seconds after waking up from a sneak attack, trying to remember what happened, where you are, and why you're there? Yeah, fine, I won't do anything, just be sure to remember that if your here to sacrifice someone, I'm not just gonna roll over." he stated tilting his head at the man as he stared Mettaliar down. "I will give you this however," Mettaliar continued, "you got a good eye. Nice to meet someone that's not too afraid to show his captives up." he complimented smiling. "By the way..." he responded opening the tray door the food came from and put the knife he had made while being searched. "... consider it a token of respect. You got me. Fine. Use it on me if you want, I could really care." he finished. He walked backwards to that corner, not turning back from the man.

After shuttling herself off to take care of some things Syn returned to the holding cell area. Hear ears were immediately assaulted by yelling and arguing. She spotted her brother talking to her first victim while Kaz had just stepped out of the cage with her second victim. Kaz had apparently found some weapons hidden on Mettaliar.

"My my, this is a lively group. What do you guys think?" Her eyes turned to Kaz and her brother for a moment. "Perhaps we should calm them down a bit, or possibly shut them up all together."

Syn then looked around to see where Kaine had gone. When she saw him Kaine was buy at a computer terminal. "What is it that you're doing?" She asked him.

Iris continued to listen and watch, her face blank of expression. Questions ran through her mind, but she didn't ask any aloud, almost afraid of what the answers might be.

First and foremost, why were they here? She'd spotted the try of food in the corner, though she hadn't yet touched it. Whoever these people were, they wanted to keep their captives alive, at least for the moment. Whether they were conscious or not seemed debatable, to judge from the black-and-red haired woman's comment But why?

Iris glanced across the isle. Nail was still out like a busted headlight, and she could just see another down the way who also was out cold. She thought she saw wings, but wasn't sure. She knew what Iara was capable of, so it was a good bet that the rest were mutants as well.

If you survive, you'll be stronger.

Survive what?? She bit her lip, and shuddered slightly.

She shifted her position a bit, reaching out to pull the duffle to her to use as a cushion, of sorts. The black-and-red haired woman looked and acted sort of familiar, but Iris couldn't quite place her. Yet another irritation added to a growing list in her mind. As is often the case in a stressful situation, Iris found herself growing irritable at the silliest thought: Now she'd have to cancel and change her credit cards and checking account, which had been left in the park in her purse. It was too much to hope only the squirrels had found them. Fortunately her cell phone was back at the Mansion. In her excitement at the time, she'd left it sitting on its charger on her desk in the room.

Nail slowely came back to reality. But it took him some time. For about ten minutes it was hard for him to distinguish between a the dream he was having, or reality. His brian evenually kicked into gear, and everyhing rushed back to him. He was still a prisoner, unsure of where he was and who had brought him here. And the scariest part of the nightmare, was not knowing what was going to happen to him.

He spotted the food by the entrence of the cell, and his stomache seemed to react by stabbing at his insides. He scurried over to the food quickly, with new found vitality. He devoured the food with no discrimination whatsoever. He could really have cared less if it was poison or more drugs. He was hungry and something within him told him he needed to eat more than ever.

Sitting on his knees by the Plexiglass barrier, he could hear Iaras insults easily. He could also see Abyss, and Kaz disappearing into a cell down the hall, aparently dealing with another prisoner.

<They're both preoccupied... maybe nows a good time to try something...>

Looking down at his hand, he consentrated on the nerves within. Imagining pain. Imagining someone covering his hand in acid. It worked. The crystal formed along his hand, in a smooth, sheen layer. He had regained his abilities... Now he just had to figure out how to use them. He watched out into the hallway. He waited. He planned. He would only get one chance. It was wise for him not to skew it up. After all, he probably had alot of time on his hands anyway.

"Don't worry, I've had worse."

Iara shrugged as she began to twirl the bottle in her hands. Anger filled her every pore as she remembered her bike, her livelyhood. She had spent 8 years building that motorcycle and some of the parts that she used were custom made and others were out of production. Then she suddenly stopped and slammed her fist on the wall.

"Alright, WHERE THE HELL IS SRTA. VERDE!??!!?"

Iara nearly had a heart attack right then and there. How could they have left her most prized possesion in the middle of a street to get snatched. She prayed that they thought better.

"MY MOTORCYCLE DIABLO! I SPENT 8 YEARS BUILDING IT, PUNHETEIRO! WHERE IS IT!!!!!"

Iara shifted from foot to foot trying to think but she knew what she would do as soon as he offered. Her hands searched her pockets before she pulled out the keys and put them into the bowl.

"Here."

She found picture of her and it in her wallot. It was one of the few things they had left in there. She put it in the bowl with the keys. She put her hand up to the glass.

"If anything happens to her, I swear I will claw out your throat myself Diablo."

"I'll have her back here in a little bit, I'm not taking responsibility for what it looks like before I get there though."

"Right now, just get her back. Thats all I want."

Iara gave a soft sigh gripping her fist so tight that her nails dug into her palm breaking the skin slightly, no blood. She ran her fingers through her hair.

"Just get her back Diablo."

Iara let herself relax momentarilly as she lay her head against the wall and prayed that Srta Verde was in one piece. If Diablo pulled through, well.... she didn't know what she would do.

Iara thought quickly and snapped her fingers as it all came back. She told him of the little shop and the directions that she remembered to get there.

"Look for the name.... uh.... Vida Dulce! Its a bakery down from the store. I remember the name."

Kaz looked at the boy, "I thank you for your honesty. Since you gave that one up on your own, I won't use it on you. It'll be retrieved when the tray is brought back." His tone seemed cold and devoid of...near any emotion. Listening a bit to Abyss and Iara's conversation, he nearly chuckled. <Hmm...I guess he and I aren't too different from one another. Or...maybe he kinda likes this chick?> "No worries Abyss, we're good here." Shrugging, though it seemed like it came out of no where, he moved forward toward the entrance checking each cell before he responded to Syn's comments. "I don't see the need to knock them out again. Iris seems content to stay quiet unless talked to, or perhaps if she has a question every so often. That guy accross from her, seems quiet for the moment, though the crystal on his hand is quite obvious." Sighing, he spoke in a general way but more directed his speach at the man with the crystal, "I don't know what he's planning or what he thinks he can do, but I think it'd be fun to watch him do whatever. Especially when he gets knocked out again." Chuckling, "When enough force is put on the door or walls, they'll send out jolts of electricity, not enough to kill, but enough to knock someone out for a while."

Stepping close to Iris' cell, "The one Abyss is talkin to is finally calming down....a bit. Starting to get use to her yelling, and your newest arival, I think he's learned his lesson. The winged guy is out for now. We can set his to gas him instead of zapping him, just in case." After a bit of a pause. "So let's leave'm be for now. But, you should have my cell, I'm headed out. If you need me I'll be at the Xavier's Institute, visiting an old friend." As he finished his sentence, a sly smile played accross his face. He waited a moment before heading to the BMW in the garage upstairs.

"What??" The exclamation was out of her mouth before she could stop it, and she couldn't hide her surprise. To hear them mention the mansion completely surprised her. And scared her. Even more so when Kaz mentioned a friend. Up to that point, she hadn't thought the mansion was related to these people. Now, not only was she fearful for her friends there, she'd begun wondering who her friends really were.

She gulped, her throat suddenly dry.

<"What I wouldn't give to be a telepath right now!">

Mettaliar sat down eating a bit of the sandwich and drinking. He fineshed up and put the tray in the corner. From there he layed on his back, listening to the sweet sound of argueing going down the hallway. Oh joy... he thought to himself.

Suddenly he heard the man that he was talking to mention going to the mansion. Mettaliar raised his eye at hearing this, but then thinking nothing else of it. He couldn't, really. Besides, what was he gonna do about it? He chuckled to himself a bit and sighed.