SINGLE HUMANOID FEMALE: THE RETURN
NOTE TO THE READER: This story references some RP that has been played, but not posted. In a nutshell, Psylocke was rescued off Tattooine and returned to Imperial custody via Tara. Tara and Psylocke got to know each other better, and Tara lent her some clothes. They met with the Emperor briefly to say hi, and now Psy is going home....and yes, that is a 3rd Rock reference you see. ;-D Psylocke trudged down the hallway of the third floor of her apartment building. She had never before been so grateful to be back there, even if her roommate was a bit annoying. Still, it would be nice to see a friendly face. As the reached the door, she instinctively reached for the keys in her left pocket, then remembered that all her clothes, keys, and wallet had been taken when she had been kidnapped. She was now clad in one of Tara's casual outfits that she had given her after being plucked her off Tattooine. Then again, anything was better than the hot black cat-suit and wrist cuffs. She still had marks on her wrists from those. She looked up the hall once, then turned back to her door and pounded on it a few times. No one answered. She pounded on it again, but still nothing. How much would it cost to fix the door if I break it down? She grimaced, but decided to take the chance. She stepped back. With no room for a running jump kick, she decided upon a step behind side kick. She wound up, focused her aim at the door, then took a step and threw all her weight behind the kick and into the door. The door didn't budge, sending the shock back up her leg. "Ow! Argh." She sighed and leaned her back against the door, propping herself on the knob for support. "I'll just have to wait." Suddenly, the knob slid under her hand and the door swung open behind her. "Huh?" She turned and stepped into the apartment. Everything looked the same. The furniture was all there. Nothing looked damaged. "Oh! George! George?" She scanned the kitchen and living room frantically. She was no where in sight. She turned down the hall and peeked into Jennifer's room. It was empty. "George?" She turned and headed for her own room. Her jaw dropped as she skidded to a halt. Her room was a total mess. Her clothes were strewn about everywhere. Her personal items were all tossed carelessly about her dresser and desk. Then, there on the bed was a sight horrifying enough to even make her shriek. "George!" She dashed over to the bed and swept the cat up in her arms. "You're...you're huge!" The thought that George could grow so much over a short period of time hadn't even occurred to her! But what had happened to her room? Why would someone ransack it like this? "What are you doing here?" a voice behind her demanded. Psylocke spun around to see Jennifer standing in her doorway, glaring angrily at her. "What do you mean 'what am I doing here?' I live here!" Jennifer's eyes widened, then she backed off. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. It's just ah surprising. You were gone for so long." Psylocke gently placed George back down on the bed. The cat made a small circle then head-butted her hand. "It's a long story. I really don't want to go into it right now." She put her hands on her hips. "What happened in here? Looks like a tornado hit." Jennifer stood motionless in the doorway. Psylocke's eyes narrowed slightly, then she started toward her. "Don't worry about it. I'm not even sure how long I've been gone." "Five weeks," Jennifer replied coldly. Psylocke stopped in front of her and studied her face. Usually, Psylocke wouldn't tolerate such insolence, but it wasn't important now. It wasn't worth her time to yell at Jennifer. Still, something was nagging her inside. She could sense that there was more that Jennifer had done besides worn her clothes and messed up her room. Her hair still looked purple as well, no roots showing or anything. She turned and stepped past her. "You must have been worried." Jennifer's gaze followed her down the hall as Psylocke headed for the living room. "The police asked a lot of questions." "The police?" Psylocke asked. Why not the military? she wondered. Surely, the Red Guard would have investigated her disappearance. "Dare I ask how long you waited before you called them?" Jennifer started slowly walking down the hall toward her, as Psylocke went into the kitchen. "Actually, it was the police who came to me." Psylocke paused and raised her eyebrows. "Really?" she said flatly. "They said you didn't show up for work." Psylocke turned to the refrigerator and flushed. She was going to get it when she got back! How humiliating. At least she could enjoy a sandwich before she got back to training. She reached into the fridge and pulled out a bag of bread. "You must have a pretty important-stop it!" Psylocke looked up from the fridge, wide eyed, and holding a jar of peanut butter in her other hand. "What?" Jennifer glared at the jar, her mouth hanging open as if to say something, then looked at the bedrooms and back to Psylocke. "Um I thought I heard George scratching the furniture." Psylocke quickly pulled out some moonberry jelly from the fridge and opened it. "You have good ears," she replied as she proceeded to make her sandwich. She didn't glance up again because she had the creepy feeling that Jennifer was still staring at her. When she finished making the peanut butter and moonberry sandwich, she placed it on the bar-style countertop the separated the living room and the kitchen, then walked to the other side of the bar and sat down on a stool. "Any messages for me?" she asked before taking a bite. "Just one. Lon stopped by." It was lucky for Psylocke that she hadn't started eating the sandwich. Otherwise, she might have choked. "Lon?" she repeated calmly. "What did he say?" "He said I was much more aggressive lover than you." Psylocke's mind screeched to a halt. * What? How could but we haven't Jen?* She dropped the sandwich on the plate, appetite lost, and stood to face Jennifer, who was still standing at the end of the hall. "What's that supposed to mean?" Jennifer uncrossed her arms and stepped up to Psylocke. "It means I'm taking over now." She drew one hand back and punched Psylocke across the jaw. Psylocke's head turned with the punch, but the rest of her body remained motionless. Slowly, she brought her head up to look Jennifer right in the eye. Jennifer looked slightly taken aback that her punch had little effect. The corner of Psylocke's mouth crept slightly upward. "If you're going to throw a punch, put your weight into it." Psylocke right hand formed into a fist. "Like this." Then she wound back and decked Jennifer in the face, sending her reeling several feet back. Psylocke stalked up to Jennifer and pulled her in close. They would have stood eye to eye had Psylocke not been a good five inches shorter than her roommate. "You are in no position to 'take over' anything. Now explain yourself." Jennifer's expression cracked a smile, and she started to let go of a repressed laugh until she was giggling uncontrollably. She didn't struggle against Psylocke's grip either. Psylocke shook her once. "I told you to explain yourself!" she shouted. Jennifer sighed and looked down at her. "I'm taking over your life Psylocke. Yours is over. I know everything about you. How you walk. How you speak. I know about your affair with Lon. He taught me how you kiss." Psylocke felt the fire of rage course through her entire body. "You bitch!" She threw Jennifer down into one of the chairs. "How how dare you!" She was nearly at a loss for words. She was so angry, so furious that she could feel her throat closing tightly. "I want you out of this apartment in ten minutes. I don't ever want to see your face or...or hear from you. Just go! Get out!" she spat, pointing toward the door. Slowly, Jennifer got out of the chair and crept past Psylocke back toward the hall. Psylocke turned away from her and looked out the window as she heard Jennifer walk quietly down the hall. There wasn't much of a view from the third floor, nothing like the view was on Bespin. Things had been so much easier there. If only she hadn't moved here. Jennifer never would have come into her life^or seduced Lon. Did he really like her better? Did he fall in love with Jennifer and just forget all about her? Would he just lie next time he saw her. What was she-- CRACK! Psylocke reeled forward suddenly as something hard smashed into the back of her head, sending her spinning to the floor. She felt a second impact as her head struck the glass table in front of her. The next thing she knew, she was on the floor. She tried to look up, but the room was spinning. What was going on? Her eyes wandered uncontrollably and landed on the floor as she watched her own wine colored blood seep into the white carpeting.
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