The soldier continued to try and interrogate her for another few minutes, getting violent each time, and she felt like the body was on the verge of just shattering right there.

But, eventually, they started to haul her off to a van.

"Fine." he said.

"We'll get it out of you." he told her.

"One way or another!"

Every time she refused, she was abused... and she could feel it.

The body was still frail... and each hit she took felt like it would literally break her.

But, they finally reached their destination, and she was thrown out of the van, the landing hurting her quite a bit.

"On your feet." they ordered.

"NOW." he finished, kicking her in the ribs.

Every time she refused, she was abused... and she could feel it.

The body was still frail... and each hit she took felt like it would literally break her.

But, they finally reached their destination, and she was thrown out of the van, the landing hurting her quite a bit.

"On your feet." they ordered.

"NOW." he finished, kicking her in the ribs.

His expression seemed to show that he'd snapped.

"SHUT IT!" he yelled.

And with that, his anger got the best of him.

He lifted up his foot slightly... and slammed it down, right on her chest, right above her rib cage, right above her heart.

"SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH." he ordered, stamping down again.

Jackson froze when he saw the purple eyes.

He froze, but quickly started to shake and quiver.

"N.... N... N..." he stammered, causing the one that had stomped down on Sierra to look over.

"What are you doing now!?" he exclaimed.

"N... N.... No..." Jackson said.

"ExCUSE me!?" the man growled.

"........." Jackson was just silent again, before he let out a scream. A scream that nobody in that room had ever heard before. Not even Sierra.

He then ripped off his gloves with his teeth, formed his hands into fists, and started punching the guard around him, in their faces. Which, in this case, meant that the areas his fist touched would turn to stone... and then be promptly shattered from the force of the punch.

Jackson took down all of the guards around him, and just as the one that had been in charge was about to radio for assistance, the mutant slammed his fist into his face, effectively decapitating him. Messily, but still.

He then looked around once more, before his eyes rested on the body that Sierra had just been in.

This was followed by yet another bloodcurdling scream, but this one more sad. It contained more agony and loneliness.

He then collapsed to his hands and knees, and started to sob uncontrollably.

Jackson was silent, and looked around suddenly.

"Huh!?" he exclaimed.

"What!?" he said, still sounding a bit unstable.

"Prove this to me!" he demanded.

"Please! Show me I'm not just going crazy again!" he pleaded.

Again. He said 'again'.

Which showed her just how bad things had gotten in the past.

She soon found herself in the same kind of area she'd been in before, but colour was starting to return to the place.

And that's when she saw 'Jackson'.

"....Sierra?" he asked.

"I... is... is it... really you?" he asked her.

"After all this time...?"

"Well, I know a way out of here." Jackson replied.

"But I'll need to be quick, and stealthy." he said.

"They won't like to see me goin' about on my own." he warned.

"Where have you been?" he then asked her.

"I could have sworn you were dead." he said, before pausing.

"Like... DEAD-dead."

".....so it WAS you in those bodies..." Jackson replied.

"And no. It's not." he told her.

"Well... I mean, it's certainly unnerving." he then said.

"It's just not... really painful." he went on.

"Of course, it depends on where I start. It's worse to feel it from the feet up."