"How do you know my name?"
He grinned. His mouth was filled with long, pointed fangs. Started to pace around the room. I was nervous. Weak as I was, there'd be nothing stopping him if he decided to attack me.
"Think…the famous Mystique, second-in-command to Magneto, big bad mutant guy supreme, disappears! She had to go somewhere. Besides, you fit the Fed's description."
"The Feds? How'd you get it out of them?"
"Oh, a few dead family members, a few broken shins."
I smiled. It felt good to hear another mutant hold those stupid homo sapiens in such disdain.
"Just humans, after all."
Mystique saw a rat-chewed wooden chair by the wall.
"Thanks," I told him. I made myself comfortable, and asked, "So, what d'you guys do for fun?"
"What's so funny?"
"Darling, you're gonna love it!"