Glancing over at Rogue Gabriel gave her a reassuring smile. She looked like she had the world against her and he knew only too well what that was like.
“How are you Rogue?” He asked.
“I’m just great, sugar.” She said half-heartedly.
“Liar.”
“Please Gabriel I just need to think.”
“Okay.”
Rogue decided that there was only one person she could turn to. Tensing her shoulders she moved out of the kitchen more determined to help Madelyn to ease her own guilt.

Madelyn awoke, her senses flooding her back into consciousness. Unfortunately her sense of touch was not being kind. Her diaper, the one she was locked in, was wet. It may have only been a little wet but it could just have been saturated because after another…twenty-eight hours stuck in these diapers the rash would be the same.

“No.” Madelyn said to her reflection on the wall mirror. “I am taking these pants off now.” She put her hand on the plastic and pushed through the plastic. Phasing through the pants wouldn’t take any time at all.

As always there was a slight resistance as Madelyn’s fingertips moved into another phase. But this time the resistance didn’t change. It was constant. It was as if the pants moved in and out of phase with her body. Madelyn collapsed back onto the bed.

The tiny shutter in the centre of the locking X opened.

A semi-transparent Mystique gazed down on Madelyn.

“Tried to use your powers have you?” Mystique gloated. “Only bad babies tried to wiggle out of their diapers when Mommy says that you aren’t allowed to take your diapers off. This means you will have to be punished. Babies cannot speak. Now neither can you. Babies are not allowed to use sharp objects. Now neither are you. Babies cannot read. Now neither can you and of course babies cannot operate door-handles. Now neither can you. But to show my disappointment in you Madelyn you now have to spend another twelve hours in those plastic punishment pants.”

The tears were falling openly from Madelyn when she heard the final statement. She could have survived, barely with those sanctions placed on her. But another twelve hours in an already wet diaper that went beyond humiliation. She had to get help and she needed it now.

Madelyn didn’t even bother trying to put on her skirt. She just stepped into a pair of tight green sport shorts and pulled her dressing gown over her. Then she saw it facing her. One of last things Mystique had said had turned Madelyn’s quiet little room into a tomb.

Her door was closed.

Madelyn had her first temper tantrum in thirteen years. Throwing herself against her bed, her floor and trying to break and smash every piece of furniture in her room. Madelyn cried furious tears, white-hot rage poured from her eyes. Madelyn’s final act before she would allow her exhausted body to stop was to start jumping on her floor. If she couldn’t use the door she would leave using the newly created hole in the floor. The solid oak under the pastel carpet didn’t give an inch as Madelyn frame impacted against it. She could do nothing to escape and nothing was her only companion at the moment.

 

Exhausted Madelyn threw herself back onto her bed and cried the last of her rage out into her pillow.

Gabriel stood in the Danger Room, under whelmed. “This is it?” He thought out loud.
“I hope your still saying that at the end of these exercises kid.” Logan said his voice piping in from the control room.
“Me too.” Gabriel muttered to himself.
“Don’t worry you have a chicken switch on your chest.” Logan said. “If get into real trouble just punch it and the exercise stops. I have to go and speak to Charles but the first exercise is just fitness drills so you have nothing to worry about.”
“Sure thing.” Gabriel said hitting the activation switch on his wrist.

Madelyn woke up a little later and a little wetter. “Larl fam try.” She gurgled to her mocking reflection. The door was still closed and she was still locked in. “Me prr gog sed.” Madelyn lisped shaking her head to remind herself that speaking wasn’t a fun thing to do. Moving to the door she thrust her hands through the wood as is it wasn’t there then pushed herself through the doorframe.

It almost worked except for the pink doorstop hanging around her midriff. Madelyn could lean forward, backwards; roll left and right but the pants still refused to move through another solid object.

Sliding back into her room Madelyn turned slid down the door and put her head against it.

She couldn’t shout for help.

Or open the door.

Or pry it open.

Or try and take the plastic pants off.

Nothing else could possibly go wrong.