There she was again, in the jungle far away from civilization where the laboratories were hidden. She hopped off of the helicopter as one of Bolivar Trask’s pupils sent there to continue the experiments with the mutants. She had payed the pupil a visit the past evening, seducing him with her…
He was delegated to the back of the pens, singled out and left in shadow because of his behavior, and his…eccentric gifts. He was the reason the guards could no longer smoke on that floor.
Shai’tan they called him, a fancy word for ‘demon’ and he liked it. When the crates suddenly snapped open he was the first one to step forward, the others rushed to follow and he was nearly out when he saw their would be savior, a delicate teenage girl, snatched up by a guard.
Groaning, he twisted about and launched at her, then suddenly the two of them were airborn as the helicopter took off without them, he didn’t mind, he could follow it. A pair of great leathery wings pushed down on the air thrusting them faster and more intently after the target. He was carrying her, his arms around her and eyes focused dead ahead.
Everything happened way too fast for her to see, suddenly she was in someone’s arms and they were up in the air. Nymph looked at him and her eyes grew wide and a squeal escaped from her lips when she took notice of his dark wigs, she’s seen worse, why did it surprise her? who was he and why he was carrying her?
"You know…" She began as she detailed his face amongst the dark locks of hair that framed it, his beauty was frightening and almost hypnotizing. "These things don’t work if you don’t tell me your name first," She said jokingly.
The demon lowered his head and his red gaze met hers, wisps of hair striking along his defined features as he let out a soft laugh “Uhm…I suppose Jimmy will do… Where are we going?” he wondered suddenly keeping up with the flying machine ahead of him “Did you set it’s course?”
His laugh sent shivers down her spine, it was like velvet. The blonde nodded at his question before speaking.
"It's supposed to make an stop in the base in Washington D.C...and then we'd take an airplane to London..." She told her about the institute and her brother, but as soon as she saw the expression on his face when she mentioned 'the professor' she knew something wouldn't go quite right, she shifted on his arms and looked beneath them, it wouldn't hurt if she decided to jump... and as she attempted to do this, he painfully tightened his grip around her.
"Get the fuck off!" She growled as she squirmed in his arms, suddenly throwing a hand to his face and scratching it.

















