"Ok," Michael sighed, thankful she had finally calmed down. He could tell she had given in this time, that it wasn't just a bluff. "So if you'll be so kind at to keep those restraints on, I believe we can work something out." He nodded quickly to Rachel, trying to determine whether they were on the same way. 'd be a lot easier if I could read her mind, but... Rachel looked a little tired, but she was also fretting over something. Did..I say something wrong? he thought, taking his mind completely off Wanda for a second.
Wanda nodded, watching him. She had given in, but that didn't mean she wouldn't take an opening if she saw one. She frowned, he seemed to have forgotten about her for a second. She looked at the girl, the girl seemed to be worrying about something, it was obvious the boy thought he was the cause. Wanda's mouth dropped, had they both just suddenly forgotten about her? Without really knowing why she was, she said, "My name is Wanda."
Rachel caught Michael's eye, he seemed worried about her. Shaking off her doubts, she would talk to him later, she jerked when the girl spoke. Rachel was suprized, she hadn't thought that she would give in that much. On a split second decsion Rachel said, "Mine's Rachel."
"I'm Michael," he murmured testily. Taking a deep, mind-clearing breath, he decided to give this girl a chance. "I'm sorry for barging in on your mind, I promise I won't do it anymore if you cooperate. That means, though, that you'll give us some information in exchange for your release. What do you say?" He held out his hand shakily, hoping to come across as somewhat friendly.
Wanda looked at his hand and raised an eyebrow, raiseing her tied hands. She sighed, she hated the deal he offered, "I'll cooperate in the terms I won't try to hurt either of you. I do hate having someone else in my mind, like two minds in one skull. However, my life is not worth any scrap of information." She ducked her head, expecting a blow.
Michael smiled sadly. "You must be worth something." He knelt down to look her in the eyes. "Why don't you come with us? You won't have to go back to whatever...whoever is tormenting you, and I won't have to read your mind anymore." He untied Wanda's wrist straps and held her hands gently in his own. "Can't we be friends?"
((EEEEE!!!!!! Danger! Danger! Gah Michael that’s ballsy...))
Wanda watched in fascination as he undid her binds. Just how stupid was he? Did he think that she would stay around for some fancy words? For a second, she just sat there as he took her hands which startled her into looking at him. But then he said the word. He said friends. It was something out of a story, for her there were enemies, allies and people in between. She jerked her hands out of his, but didn't hit him like she normally would have. Instead she said bitterly, “For your information, nobody is tormenting me.” She didn't know why she would tell a mind reader anything. She tensed, ready to untie her feet and run away.
Rachel watched how Wanda reacted at the word friends, Michael was good, she obviously didn't have many, if any. She opened her mouth, then closed it so that it didn't look like she was ready to attack, which she was.
Michael noticed Wanda tesne up--he was better at reading body language now--and let out a little sigh. "You're putting yourself through so much pain. Either...someone's forcing you to do this, or you're just a glutton for punishment." He smiled sadly. He continued to hold her hands, ready in case she should try to run away. "If you run away, we'll have to fight again. Is that what you want?"
Wanda let out a bark of laughter, "I love to fight, it's my life. I'm merely considering the risks and downsides. Is it worth the risk." She studied him, she had said the truth, and didn't know if she would attack them or not yet. She was considering simply waiting it out and seeing what they were made of. She tried to pull her hands from his again, but he had a strong grip. She glared at him.
Rachel watched this, then knelt next to them, "Wanda, don't try to test us. You've been watching us right? So then you know we've spent the last week training. We're a lot stronger now than we were whenever the person who sent you saw us." She tried to keep her voice light, but she couldn't pretend she wasn't a little afraid of the girl, there was something unnatuarl about her. Something like her and Michael.
Michael was a bit shocked by Rachel kneeling next to them. He had felt safer with her standing over them, kind of like a prison guard, but realized she was just as deadly, if not more so, on the ground. Every one of her words held a weight, as they knew it could turn into singing without warning.
He tightened his grip on Wanda's hands, feeling her trying to pull away. He stared into her eyes, trying to read her thoughts without...literally reading them. "If you come with us, I guarantee there will be plenty of fighting. You're not the only one with an eye on two superhuman teenagers." He said this mostly as a joke, but he hoped it might get Wanda to drop her lame excuse. Relying on what he had seen in her mind earlier, he knew it wasn't a love of combat that motivated her.
Wanda tensed waiting for the words to become a song. They did not. Then she took the meaning from them, if she did not comply, then they could do whatever they wished. She loved a good fight, but not when the odds were completely against her. She could escape, she would be able to get out of there easily, but she would be on her own, and on the run, if she left now. She was their weapon and couldn't disappoint.
Michael seemed to be suggesting that she come with them, work with them willingly. Realizing that he still had ahold of her hands, she jerked them back, away from him. When he still didn't let go, she finally lashed out, kicking him in the chest with her bound feet. Imitatively the black smoke surrounded her, but she still said, quietly, dangerously, “Stop touching me.” Rachel sang shortly, “Don't do that again, or else...” A little strand of the smoke snatched out and nicked her arm, barely enough to break the skin, but the message was clear. The smoke cleared as she stopped singing, and Rachel went to Michael, “Are you alright?”
"I'm fine," Michael gasped, standing back up right away. His midsection cramped in protest, but he knew he couldn't afford to look weak in front of Wanda. "Message received, no touching. But that means no running away." He kept his eyes on Wanda even as Rachel came to his side. After a second of silence, he realized that it was significantly later now. The darker it got, the more likely it would be that Wanda would run away. "We need an answer, Wanda. Friends or enemies?"
Wanda glared at him, then Rachel. She didn't want to be friends, but they wouldn't be good people to have as enemies. She sighed, turning her head away, "People who reconize each other. Meas we don't attack on sight, but with no reason to trust. I've already proved I won't run away, I could have a long time ago if I wished."
Rachel considered her. She didn't want to be friends with Wanda either, nor enemies, but Wanda's deal made her feel uncomfortable. She took a deep breath, and looked at Michael. Figureing that this was the best offer they would get, Rachel nodded to him.
"Guess that's the best we're going to get," Michael conceded, turning partially away from Wanda. "But realize that I can't guarantee I won't use my powers." He glanced at Rachel. "That's a benefit that'll stay exclusive to you."
He brought his hands together in a soft clap. "Well, I vote that we move on to the next town. If anyone from this town shows up and starts asking questions, it won't be good for any of us. What do you ladies think?"
Rachel started, then smiled, in an odd, weird way, it was sweet. She took a deep breath, "I agree, staying here will only prove to hurt us, who knows when she'll decide to run." Wanda rolled her eyes, and said "You think I would try to run? With his mind, and your voice, I'm pretty much trapped." Rachel sighed and responded, "No you would fight wouldn't you? Konck us out before we could do anything." Rachel knelt next to her and grabbed one arm, puling Wanda to her feet. Rachel looked to Michael how exactly were they going to move her?
"Wanda, I know you're smart enough to know that you shouldn't try running away while we move. As I promised, I won't read your mind, but I will definitely notice if you start making a break for it. We'll worry about keeping watch when we get to...wherever we're going." He raised an eyebrow at Wanda. "Any suggestions? You're probably mroe familiar with this area than we are."