Adult-FanFiction.org : Marvel 'Verse

Forever Yours: Whether I Like It or Not...	By : Tristatt Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 3825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, nor do I own the characters from it. While the original characters and scenerios are my own, I do not own certain X-men related phrases and terms. I do not make money from this.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
So, I think I was pretty good with the grammatical nonsense in this chapter, read it over and over and edited the crap out of it.
__________________________________________________
                      Once Kurt was kind enough to teleport her down from the roof, Kate was dropped off at the door to her room. Kurt had kissed her hand, gave a bow, and BAMFed to only god-knows-where. She had receded inside and turned her focus on getting home. She had a life, believe it or not, outside of the X-Mansion… and a job, and a boyfriend, and a television show she was to catch every Monday night- which she had missed! The thought of Kurt being influenced by her feelings, and the ability to pick up on Kurt’s thoughts and- she looked in the mirror over her dresser- she had finally seen what everyone was talking about – part of her face looked like Kurt’s, “fuck me.”
                 It was all becoming too much for her. While everyone under this roof seemed to take these things nonchalantly and with amusement - she was anything but amused. They could hardly blame her for her sharp tongue, considering the circumstances; she felt there should be bodies on the floor. Once she got home, everything would have a sense of normalcy; routine. She knew of one possible candidate for the job – mainly because she got the feeling he’d like to see her leave just as quickly as she came- Logan.
                 She had made her way downstairs in the darkened halls, wandering from one end to the other looking for the evil ‘teddy bear’ who tolerated her so…‘eloquently’. There was no sign of him, maybe he was in bed… or out. She signed and slid herself down the wall with a thump when her butt hit the floor.
“What are you doing down here, kid?” it was none other than Logan.
She looked up, smiling inside that the first key to her plan had shown up, “I- I couldn’t sleep.”
“So you are going to sit there?” his tone was an indication of how he felt about her- riddled with annoyance.
“I was actually hoping to find you-“
“Hmm?” it wasn’t the answer he’d expected.
“I need to go home-“
“Not happening.” He didn’t need to hear the rest of her proposal. Granted, he didn’t enjoy her presence, but he also didn’t enjoy everyone else’s whining, exactly what he would have to hear.
“I, I just need to grab my things, call my mom; let her know I’m ok.” She didn’t have to act torn about her situation, she really had been, and it was only suiting her purpose to be honest- partially, “I’ve never gone this long without seeing her, she must be worried sick.”
“You live with your mom?”
“You live with an old guy and a bunch of kids- you’re no better!” Of course she didn’t live with her mom, but he didn’t know that, and if things fell in her favor, he’d find out after she was long gone.
“I’m not doing it.”
“Please, I’ll- I’ll do anything. I can’t-“
“Stop whining. Shit, this is exactly the shit I don’t want to listen to.” Logan held the bridge of his nose closest to his eyes, as if he felt a headache coming on. “I’ll take you to get your shit, but no more of this whiny crap.”
She had wondered if acting like an asshole and caving to her in the name irritation was his way of being a decent person. She stood up and stood quietly, waiting for him to say something else, but he didn’t, “uh, you ok?”
He gave her a look, and in that instant she knew that he was aware that she was up to something… perhaps he knew exactly what it was too, “Don’t try anything, or I’ll bring you back here without your legs.” He walked on, and left her pondering if perhaps she chose to con the wrong person after all.

                 Logan had chosen to take a motorcycle which didn’t make sense to her since she had ask to grab some stuff. Perhaps it was whatever would fit in a bag? She had no way of knowing. She only knew that her hands were going to apparently be ripped off if she held onto him, during their midnight ride, and not the metal bars down the sides. She also knew that her legs would be lopped off if she tried to run, and still didn’t receive any specific details as to what was going to happen to her if she fucked with things at the mansion… or with Kurt. It would be “that which shall not be named” in lieu of a particular wizardly series that sported a similar unknown.
                 It had taken nearly five hours to reach her home but when they had gotten there, the sun was starting to rise and people were already on the roads leaving for work. She was all too thrilled that she had made it this far. She lifted a leg off the bike and started walking towards the door. A progressively tight hold on her upper arm stopped her, and she understood what it had meant, “Don’t try anything. You have five minutes and then I’m coming in after you and taking you back.”
“Right,” the good little soldier she was pretending to be confirmed. “I just gotta grab some things and I’ll tell my mom I moved to New York.” She received no response, “I can do that, right? Tell her where I am?” Her sincerity, she had hoped, would only prove to win his trust or something like that.
“Yeah, you can tell her where, but nothing else,” he turned the bike off and let her go ahead.
As she walked, she turned to wave at him and be all sorts of extra friendly, and looked at the door to remember she didn’t have her key. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time she had annoyed her landlady- why stop now? She hit the button to buzz the second floor, but the buzzer didn’t work. It was odd, so she buzzed her own apartment and nothing- no sound, no click. Perhaps it had broken. She put her hand on the door and it opened effortlessly. She let it swing open and noticed the bolt of the door had snapped off in the door frame. It was starting to feel like something wasn’t right.
                 She walked by the mounted row of mailboxes and further down the white hall until she had come to her. The doorknob had been broken and the door was ajar. Fear had started to well up in her at the front door, and now she felt like she’d wanted Logan to have come in with her. Bravely, and stupidly, she opened the door to her apartment and gasped at how trashed it had become. Her couch had been tipped, the dining room table had been broken- which was just particularly a rude thing to do; nothing valuable could be hidden under the legs of the table. She did notice, however, something that made her start to back out of the room. It was in the basket where she put her keys and wallet- her phone. Before she could turn for the door it had slammed shut and behind it was a blond haired girl, younger than she, making eye contact with something behind her. Kate turned to look and it was a dark skinned man, Latino, and he had sparks rising from his palms and extinguishing before they had hit the ground.
                 Meanwhile, outside, Logan was enjoying the finer things in life; a cigar in the morning wasn’t a bad start to the day.
                 Kate had recognized the girl from the night she’d been shot. She was the one who nudged her, likely the bitch that took her phone. “How,” too dumbfounded to form sentences.

“You’re license,” having already anticipated her concerns, “very informative.”
Her eyes had narrowed, what did these people want? Money? Drugs?
Then a tall pale man with a red diamond on his forehead had stepped out from where the kitchen was. “Hello Ms. Leander, I’d like to introduce myself,” his overuse of hand gestures started to remind her of a certain blue demon.
                 Logan looked at his watch and “tsked” that five minutes had gone by and she had not returned yet. He dug the cigar in the palm of his hand and let it fall onto the pavement. Something caught his attention just then, a smell. He sniffed the air, like an animal, and let out what could only be the human equivalent to a growl.
“I am Mister Sinister, and you have something that belongs to me.”
“No,” she was hoping if she stalled, Logan would be big enough of asshole to come and haul her outside, “No, I don’t.”
- 9
- 10
- 11
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Forever Yours: Whether I Like It or Not...