The P1nk Tome

The blue clad assassin dropped from above landing in a perfect pose without making a single sound. Her tight blue one piece left most of her ass exposed, bent out in a hero landing. Brushing her long purple hair back she felt a presence in her head, “What can you see?”

Betsy looked around the abandoned courtyard, looking for any hint of a light source besides the half moon above. “Nothing so far. Who did you say the threat was?”

The voice in her head was so clear she practically pictured the curvy red headed woman known as Jean in front of her, “Not who. We are looking for a couple of kids. Probably innocent. The threat is a book. And old tome as old as the Darkhold, forged by something old and evil.” Betsy effortlessly leapt onto a short wall and hopped from ledge to ledge to save time, scanning the windows for any hint of life. “Not a lot is known about the book besides it being almost as dangerous.”

The blue ninja also known as Psyloke frowned, “And seeing what happened between Strange and Wanda it’s apparent how bad that first book was. Got it. Just one thing.”

“Yes, Psyloke?”

“Why the hell did these stupid kids choose an abandoned asylum?” Betsy groaned silently before taking in a sharp breath and leaping high into the air and grabbing a nearby pipe, pulling her entire body weight up until she bent herself in half and wrapped her gigantic thighs around it. Tightening the grip between her thighs she held herself up and slowly began to climb. It was a shame Logan wasn’t here, such a primal man could appreciate what her athletic body must have looked like doing this.

“I can still sense your thoughts you know.”

The dark haired beauty smirked knowing Cyclops must be in the stealth jet above with Jean, “Not like you haven’t had those thoughts yourself.”

It worked she could sense the blush from a few miles away and heard her stammering in her head. Having Jean’s loyal husband unknowingly standing near while Betsy reminded the woman of her secret crush was hot. “Look Rogue, Nightcrawler and Storm will be approaching the East wing.”

“Where I am? Because if I was a good Girl Scout then I’m-“

“In the West wing.”

“Solo mission, fantastic.” Swinging herself with her thighs on the pull she flipped backwards and grabbed the bottom of a patio. Using the ledge she shuffled to the nearby wall and wedged herself in so she had enough leverage to slowly push herself up over the fence above her. It was a pain but now she was on the top floor. Next time she saw the blue man she would ask Beast to help her train getting around faster. She felt a bit out of practice after agreeing to teach a few semesters.

“Well the three of us were the first to the scene,” Jean explained, “Most of the team are still on their way. However I think Scott can take it from here. I will join you shortly.”

Picking the old half broken lock holding closed the balcony door she grinned, “Damn the two hottest mutants teaming up? Poor kids won’t be able to handle just the sight of us.” She heard laughter in response but nothing else. God Jean was such a good girl when she was together with Scott. Who knew deep down there was a total kinky freak? Opening the door slowly she moved a broken brick to keep the door from moving. Wind was bad enough to blow the thing around after she left, she learned this lesson years ago.

Inside was some sort of old abandoned office. She knew she was on a clock, but her intuition drew her to the cherry wood desk by a broken fireplace. What happened here?

Left perfectly stacked were a pile of records. Unsure why she was doing any of this she picked up the papers and began reading. Each one was a mutant. Powers listed, followed by behaviours and tests? This place wasn’t just some asylum years ago…they were conducting experiments on mutants. **** reports of experiments were stacked on after another. All the patients suffering from different mental illnesses.

What was the hardest part for Betsy was how reports were worded. The patients were regarded as mere animals that needed to earn their treatment through experiments.

The incredibly perceptive ninja gasped in terror when a form flew silently into the room, jumping several feet. The red head looked at the Brit in confusion, “You okay?”

“No.” The woman stormed past and walked out of the office, dropping the papers onto the floor.

Jean was curious but knew whatever it was it could wait. Every moment they wasted was a moment the time could be used.