Payback || Niklaus&Psylocke
Psylocke knew how people felt about telepaths; they didn’t like their minds played with. Around those who weren’t enemies, she tried to be courteous and did her best to not be too invasive. “Use your inside voice.” She said in his mind again as she brushed passed him and entered. “I promise I’m not peeking in there, only broadcasting.” Some kids had super hearing and Betsy didn’t want anyone to get a hint of their curfew breach.
“Anyway, I’m going out to find the assholes who killed those mutants. I think you can help me. With your powers, we can get in and out of here completely unnoticed.” She explained, wondering if he’d even agree. Niklaus always seemed stand-offish, wary even, like he expected the wool to be pulled over his eyes at any second. Betsy didn’t think he trusted them yet, which made his loyalties hard to determine.
“And I thought your powers could use a little work-out. Consider it your first official unsanctioned mission. Besides, these guys are no better than the ones who made you and your sister lab-rats.”She hoped that last bit would push him. It wasn’t just selfish manipulation on her part, but she truly wished to help him. Psylocke knew what it meant to be made into a monster. And she knew what happened when you didn’t feed the beast. It would let itself out.
“I don’t have an inside voice, technically. Only telepaths do.” Niklaus claimed. It was a poor tasting joke, but a joke nonetheless. Probably the best he could do. He was terrible at... relaxing and all that useless junk. His arms folded over his chest. He was definitely on the fence about if she was telling the truth. How could a telepath be in your head, but not in your head.
He was going to brush her off. He didn’t care about those murdered mutants. He didn’t care about anybody but his sister, half the time he hated himself. But, then she brought up that it could have been his sister. Next time, it might, if these damn humans (and some self-harming mutants) decided to go all homicidal again. And, if history was anything to go by, they would.
His fists clenched and the shadows in the room began to twist and dance on their own. Not causing any arm, just clearly agitated. “I don’t want to do a mission. I don’t care about joining... the X-Men or whatever....” he claimed. “But, I’ll go. Just know: I don’t take orders and... and I don’t aim to injure and keep down just for us to get by. If I go in for a guy, I’m gonna kill him.”
















