Whips and chains....

[Rei Filatov]

Certain things make the skin crawl; they're usually considered creepy or dark, but things like this weren't always what they seemed to be. A spider is not all bad if one looks at it logically, a spider is an eight-legged insect. What is so scary about an insect? Well, with spiders it's the fact that some of them are indeed deadly poisonous, and the idea of such a small thing being so malevolent is so scary. The thought of being bitten by one of these monsters makes the flesh crawl and tingle with fear that shuts down the logical part of one's mind. That is the reason that when one sees a deadly, vicious spider they are compelled to either run or those brave few attempt to kill it. Though some beings, sort of like cats, have more than one life. In retrospect, humans are so much like their insect and animal counterparts. They can fit into categories easily.

Reija Filatov. Some would consider Miss Filatov to be insane, loony, etc. Though, she wasn't. how could one person be considered loony or different or even insane if there is no actual definition for normal? People are just close-minded and they are afraid of the unknown, though with some human beings, Like Rei, the could accept the unknown and embrace it. Hell, with Rei she had even accepted that there is darkness. Every human being is capable of dark acts, it's within the human heart waiting dormant to be called upon. Though, I'm sure this would be something that most people would not, no, could not, accept at all. People wish to believe in innocence and the greater good within humankind, but did it really exist? Reija had been conviced, both by her way of life and upbringing, and by her experiences, that life was not always black and white, though gray areas... Did gray areas exist? Why aws there that incessant need for goodness when bad was oh so fun?

Reija had grown up with parents who weren't exactly what one could name good, but that wasn't something that had effected her as much. Every person makes their own decisions whether they have a real reason or whether they are weak minded and influence, either way, a decision is made. Rei's decision was her own, and she was never upset with any of her dicisions either. When she said something, or made a decision, she stuck to it. Sometimes one just didn't think about a situation, which must have been what Rei had been doing when she had agreed upon joining Hexus, though she wasn't exactly lacking in the skills to survive and she wasn't upset with the decision. Rei just wasn't one to sully her own hands or anything with physical labor, most of the time, or so such, unless there was some sort of prize she would recieve. Yes, you could call Rei a materialistic woman, but that would be an understatement and you would be quite off. Yes, you could call Rei insane once you saw her spill blood or something, but that would also be an understatment. She was so much more than one could ever see.

Insanity was something that Rei wouldn't ever deny, though, one would be hard pressed to get anything out of her about herself or any sort of information for that matter. Reija Filatov could be a cold and canniving woman and if she wanted something, she got it. There was more than one way to manipulate people, and for this woman it just came naturally. Whether it was her looks, her womanly wiles, her cleaver tongue, the way she held a sword threatning to spill her victim's blood like a spider catching its prey, or just for the fact that she was rather insane and crazy, Rei always got what she wanted. She was strange and she always would be, but that was the way she liked it and that was also the way that she lived. Rei lived on the edge of reason as well as the edge of sanity in the minds of some, which wasn't always a bad thing and she liked it that way. That was another reason that she had actually gobe through with her decision. Every action caused a new adventure.

Being so young yet so set in her ways may have been a drawback for any other person, but for Rei it suited her. The woman was cunning and when she was set on something there was no change. Miss Filatov could be anything she wished. She could play the seductress, she could play the damsel, she could play the harlolt, and she could play the man, the captain. She had no limits. She was probably the worst out of her siblings and family. That didn't bother her, though. She didn't exactly care what anyone thought. It wasn't as if she would have to listen to slander for long any way. Reija was quite handy with both a pistol and a sword or unarmed, or her powers; she was just all around handy. Though, women weren't supposed to be that way, were they?

Could Reija be useful in any sort of group? Most certainly! She wouldn't be useful with physical labor, but she could most certainly do it if only to prove another person wrong. Though, she would have her way overall. She'd be sure to everything. Reija Filatov couldn't be forced to do menial labor, everything she did was a decision upon her part. She should be saved for the most important of tasks, though it seemed Hexus wasn't getting far as of yet. She could steer a person to insanity, which would be useful being a torture artist and all, she had many skills. Rei was also so persuasive, scary, and canniving. She would be a most glorious asset to a any cult. She could lie, cheat, steal, and many other things without even blinking a lash. She could get away with it all too! Nothing phased her, seemingly. She had a shell around her that could never be broken for most. No one had really penetrated her shell. Though, she cared for her sibling and some of her family, she wouldn't go so far as to say that she would do anything for them, her parents, or give her life, but she would always care and she would help to an extent. She had her own code and her own set of rules, though, rules were meant to be broken...

Thick brunette almost ebony hair blew upon the wind, which smelled strongly of salt seeing as she had been at the beach earlier, and dove into Rei's face tauntingly. She realized that she should have tied it back, but that fact mattered not to her. She was standing upon the edge of the bank of the small pond prouding looking about at the water boredly.Reija Filatov had been with Hexus so long, but she was having problems with her thoughts...She could have just left, but this was something for her. She got what she wanted. Dark colors were adorned, which was fairly customary for Reija, and that was nothing new. A frown was upon her face, she didn't like waiting, though she was patient enough. Though, what was she waiting for? She was waiting for someone anyone...well, not anyone... She wouldn't wait much longer before she went off to find someone, whether it be to use her evil brain for torture or to just find someone she associated with to chat... Her hair was allowed free reign and she didn't swat it away when it flew into her eyes. She stood there, at the end of the bank. Waiting and watching for someone that she either recognized or someone who looked as if they fit in wither her in some way, though none really truly fit that description. Either way, she was waiting, biding her time for a while until she was ready to pounce. She could be just like a predator hunting its prey.... The captain ready to punish her crew.

[Cyclops]

Dawn breaks. It must have been the cacking noise that woke him up because there was no other noise or figure in sight. A single light shown through the window. It was from the early morning sun. Why he was always the first to rise and the last to fall was beyond him.

Rising from his from his bed, he grabed a pair of his jeans that had been tossed onto the dresser the night before. A darkly colored, button-up shirt and his leather jacket were to follow. His shoes, the brushing of his teeth, etc, etc came next. ALthough something out of the ordinary for most was somthing Scott had to do before he left for anywhere. It was something else, something far less common. Through his visor, he could see his glasses. He frowned a bit as he admired them. This routine, this moment was one he was used to. Therefore it didn't bother him so much any more; however, there was still that moment, that brief milisecond when he wanted more.

Scott was.. well, he was a leader, a teacher, a friend, he was everything. Most of the students looked up to him for how strong he was and how very well he carried himslef. Nevertheless, there was still that something. That something that made him sigh, that made him hate having to put his visor or is glasses, that were made perfectly for him, upon his face. Now Scott would in no way ever give up his power. NO, it could be used for so much good! Scott was not selfish as others may have been. The cure, Scott had very strong oppionions upon in. Although he usually didn't express the, he was a very big fa of keeping hs nose out of others business. In hopes that they would do the same. What was't his business, wasn't his business. But if he felt it was, he would never hesitate to inerfere.

Before leaving his room, he closed his eyes and slipped off his visor only to replace it with his glasses. He opened his eyes once again to see the ruby tint across the world. Life through ruby colored lenses was hardly a fair tail.

He made his way through the mansion almost siently. There were no other beings awake, at least none that had made themselves known. HE was out of the mansion and into his bike in no time. He pealed out of the school garage and into the streetsm, hopeing he didn't wake anyone up. Alhought it would be quite sometime before he would return to hear about it, if he did. Today, he was just going, he wasn't sure where, but he was going. Whereever the wind took him.

A bit of time had passed before he had found his destination. It just to hapened to take him to the city park. A nice place to be. A quiet place, especial in the earlier hours. He was not so surprisd to see that he was not alone. Acctually happy to an extrent to see that their were other beings succesfully functioning. It was a girl, she seemed to be lost in her thoughts as well, yet someow completly on edge. At least from what he saw, he hadn't really been looking. Although he could clearly see her if he had tried. SHe was just across the pond from him. The pond where a few birds played in the water. It was... peacefull. HE had every intention of just sitting there, thinking. About what he wasn't sure. There was nothing out of the ordinary on his mind. Infact, he was a pretty upbeat guy. But for the moment, he sought peace. To bad that wasn't what he was going to find, or should I say, find him....

[Rei Filatov]

Reija had been deep enough in thought. Yes, she was waiting on something, but then again she was a private person at times too. Reija was different from other women. The young woman had more than a straight head on her shoulders. She was more than enough to handle many different situations. Reija was vindictive, cold, and stoic most of the time. She didn't show feelings or anything. Very few people had seen any sort of softer side fromt he woman. Very few ever would.

Her skin was a bit cool, but being as she was a water oriented being, she didn't really mind it at all. Her normal attired had been doned today, though it was a bit different. She had donned a crimson skirt and an ebony camisole. The material felt great on her skin and she was happy about that. The cool air danced over the material of her clothing and over her skin, teasingly, and she found it pleasant. It was cool, and she looked odd standing there wearing that. Most people would have on a jacket at the moment and Reija didn't want to. She didn't care.

She could strike someone as either some sort of lost soul at the moment or a suicidal person. Either way she didn't really care. She wasn't really suicidal anymore. She wouldn't kill herself when she could still hand outt hat to others. Speaking of others... Reija's hazel eyes found someone across the shore. Ah, familiarity ran through Rei's mind. She knew who he was upon sight. Scott Summers. He had been on Rei's list for some time, she hadn't figured he would be th e one to come here at the moment, though. She had figured upon Logan, but there was plenty of time to get done all she had planned. Scott was across the lake. Reija was more than tempted to freak him out, but she wasn't sure what to do. He was the boy scout and Reija knew he would help if she beckoned, but at the moment, she wasn't sure if she was up for playing to damsel.

Clutched in Rei's hand were a pair of sandlals, Rei's bare feet met the water and she began to walk forward a bit, yes, she was walking on water. She could seem a marage or whatever, but either way, she didn't remain on the water for long, though she was in control. She made sure that her body went a bit below the water every step. She kenw the air was cool, but it wouldn't effect her. She had to seem suicidal at the moment, but she didn't mind. Her body disappeared beneath the water for a moment and as she came back up, she was on the opposite shore, seated a few feet away from Scott. What did he think when he saw that? Reija could only guess, but she didn't really care too much. Either way she wasn't smirking, which wasn't normal. She knew the signifigance of that day....

She also knew that Scott was a good boy. She was just waiting for him to make a comment. Her skin was covered in water and she should have been freezing, but she sat there as if the cold air couldn't penetrate her. The water on her skin really warmed her more than making her cold. She gave off a small shake as she lowered her hands back down to the water. She was preoccupied, but she hadn't forgotten that Scott was there. Really, she wasn't trying too hard, but either way, she'd get attention. Her bdy was still in the water and she layed back, staring up at the sky, though Scott was in her view, she made sure to seem to glace past him. She could act, and at the moment, she was acting odd.....pity was going to be a key factor. She was just waiting for him to bite the offered bait.