Jean’s sky blue eyes widened as he hear the voice. But before he could so much as question the sinister presence that had so adeptly avoided detection, his head was jerked back. He grunted in pain, his eyes flashing red for a second before fading back into his natural azure. The White Knight’s jaw tightened as he neck strained.
“Scream?” The laughter from the strained position came out as a gravelly cackle as he looked up fearlessly at the Black Bat. “I had no intention of giving you the pleasure.” His fingers gripped the edges of his chair until they blanched white as the dark intruder mentioned Xandra. “If you so much as touch Dr. Steele, it’s going to take more than a well-placed knife to stop me.” He snarled. Jean’s healing was in fact more impaired than usual since his self-induced starvation. But he was still dangerous, especially if the wound wasn’t fatal.
“The last person who tried to interrogate me had better precautions. I’m only here under house arrest because I choose to be. Maverick’s trinket just offers the officials a little peace of mind. A feeling of control.” No one quite knew how to contain mutants as well as the mentioned military presence. The shock would surely stop the doctor in his tracks should he violate his parole. But there was the slight chance he could outsmart the mechanization with his surgical precision and a weaponized thought. Still, he wasn’t about to take the risk. The masked vigilante didn’t need to know that.
During his first forceful interrogation, Kurt Pendragon's own efforts involved source particles that had managed to be used to shut down Jean's abilities. Had the Emerald Archer not had such technology, his kidnapping and subsequent interrogation wouldn't have lasted five seconds. Even then, Jean's healing was fighting away the effects, Kurt knowing he was on borrowed time. This man didn't have quite the same advantage even when Dr. Quentin was starved and secured with a tracker. In some ways, his hunger made him all the more unpredictable as he counted each heartbeat while the Bat leaned over him. “I don’t owe you anything, Black Bat.”
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