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“Miss Jureau, do you know why you're here?”

“I have an idea, yes…” Jennifer got comfortable, crossing her arms in front of her in a defensive posture.

“A foul attitude will get you nowhere Miss Jureau. What can you tell me about that dinner where all this started?”

“The Gala? What’s there to tell, one second everyone’s having a good time and the next...well, I woke up like [i]this[/i].

In all honesty, Jennifer didn’t have the answers they wanted. She knew just as much as the next guy, but of course, they assumed she--along with the others--were hiding something.

“Like what? A Mexican? You seriously are going to sit there and tell me you and your band of merry mutants had nothing to do with this? That this was all just some sort of freak accident?” Papers and photos were then slammed down on the table. 

“That happened to all those people and you just... woke up? You're going to have to do better than that.”

“And you are going to have to refrain from being a condescending asshole if you want to talk to me. And yes, I’m telling you the damn truth. What do you think happened? Some magical fairy showed up and injected us with these superpowers or whatever the hell you want to call them?”

“Miss Jureau. If you refuse to help us, we will [i]make[/i] you help us. What do you know about what a man named Elijah Craigh and what happened that night at the Gala?” 

Jennifer leaned her arms on the table, sighing in frustration.

“The name doesn’t ring a bell, unfortunately. The night of the Gala, well that was just pure chaos. Like I said, most of us were enjoying each other’s company, or maybe the food...whatever it was, before it all went to hell. I remember waking up and looking at people running around like chickens with their heads cut off, others lay on the ground bleeding, some were even...disappearing right in front of my eyes. I got up from the table and tried to ask questions, but nobody would listen. I remember being extremely weak, but also something within me was different, just slightly off...”

She stopped talking for a moment before looking up at the man.

“Have you checked the cameras for footage?”

“What footage? No one knows what happened in there. The footage was lost, no cellphone signals, no pictures, nothing. And it just so happens that you, and a few others, where the only ones to see anything... but it would appear that our Chica from Costa Rica is refusing to aid in this investigation.”

“I’m not sure what you want me to say!” Jennifer couldn’t help but grow even more frustrated. “You should be going after the bastards responsible for whatever the hell this is, not after us! We’re also the victims in all of this, can’t you see that? I mean, they’re using us for whatever sick plan they have planned!”

“And who the fuck are they, huh? Who the fuck should we be looking for? There is no record of anything like this...EVER. So you tell us, where should we be looking? How about we start with the survivors? Would that be okay with you? What happened that night and who is Elijah Craigh?

“For the last time, I don’t know who Elijah is!” At that point, Jennifer jolted out of her seat. “You keep asking me questions I don’t have the answers to! I don’t know who did this to us, I don’t know who else outside of this city was affected, and I don’t know why we’ve been cursed with this fucking thing!”

Jennifer pushed some photos off of the desk purely out of reaction, her anger getting the best of her.

“I don’t know what else you want me to fucking say!”

“How about you start with the truth and tell me everything that happened that night! Right now my people are about to round four more of you. And Chica, not everyone is leaving here... You know what, you're done here. I'm sending you to your cell, and when you can share something worthwhile, you can come back. 

Jennifer closed the distance between herself and the man, her voice lowering a bit to match his emotionless stare. “You can’t do this... Bring in whoever else you need to but they’ll just tell you the same damn thing...” 

“Watch me. Take her.” With those last words, a series of men came rushing in to forcefully remove JJ from the interrogation room and take her to her holding cell.