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How would you know? You've never tried it before.	By : SalemCalls Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 4824 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Leah was jostled roughly by Victor and caused her to stumble into the shower curtain. Her hands gripped the blue shower curtain and she fell since the cheap shower curtain rod couldn't hold her weight. She dropped into the tub, hitting her shoulder in the process. She rolled into a ball and laid there for a second, trembling in pain., before Victor grabbed her by the back of her neck. In a jerking motion, he picked her up while Leah's legs kicked freely in the air. �Let go!� she shouted with tears in her eyes. Victor set her on the edge of the sink and seized part of Leah's shirt. His claws ripped downwards � exposing part of her chest. Leah quickly tried to cover herself with her good arm. Victor smirked and let the nail on his index finger grow about an inch long.

�Time to get bullet out,� he said and brought his hand to her left shoulder. Leah's stomach turned and she suddenly felt sick. He force his nail deep in the hole that the bullet made. Panic and fear washed over her and Victor could smell it in her blood as it rolled down his finger. She withered in pain as he push farther into her shoulder.

�Stop it! It's hurts,� she shrieked and began to push him away with her feet.

Victor let out a short and loud growl and then slammed her against the wall. He had her neck in his left hand and his fangs were baring into her neck. �Stop moving,� he ordered and she listen right away. She stopped pushing against him and shut her eyes tightly. �If you weren't so fucking stupid, you would know that the more you move, the more it's going to hurt,� Victor spat at her. Victor moved his finger around a bit in her and as he heard her weakly cry, he felt the bullet. Angling his nail downwards a bit, he plucked the bullet out.

�Ah!� she cried and let herself lean against the wall. Victor eyed the bullet and let it fall into the trash next to the toilet. The painful sensation didn't seem to faded even after his finger was out of her shoulder. �Son of bitch!� Leah yelled and seconds later, she let out a shaky sigh as the pain diminished. She breathed heavily as Victor went through a cabinet to find bandages. �Third shelf,� she told him and felt blood trickle down her hand and chest. Lightheadedness made her vision go fuzzy and her eyelids flutter with fatigue.

�You're so pathetic,� he complained and sneered at her. When he wrapped the bandage around a part of shoulder, it was messy, tight and uncomfortable to Leah. To make matters worst, she started to fell really hot suddenly. She knew it was because she had lost a lot of blood. Leah slipped off the sink and struggled to keep her balance. For a brief second, she held onto Victor's arm. Leah made herself take steps in the direction to her bedroom. Victor walked behind her, watching in amusement. She hasn't even lost that much blood and she was about to pass out. What does Stryker see in this girl? Victor wondered. Leah tripped herself up before reaching the bed. She rested her back against the closest thing � her dresser.

�Can you help me up?� Victor snorted a chuckle and left the room. Leah frowned when a solitude feeling hit her. She laid on her side and closed her eyes. The thought her falling asleep with her shirt ripped up and group of guys in the other room wasn't the brightest idea. But she couldn't help it. Within seconds darkness engulfed her.
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Leah wasn't sure how long she slept and personally, she didn't care. She heard movement in the room, so she kept her eyes shut � faking that she was asleep. Her body was laying on something soft, probably the bed. Fingers were placed on her hip and she felt the fingers lift her shirt up. �What the HELL are you doing?!� Leah demanded and shoved whoever was touching her.

Her eyes landed on the man with two katanas. He was smiling down at her and she covered herself with some sheets when her face reddened with embarrassment. Wade walked over the dresser and got a t-shirt. �I thought you would like to change your shirt,� he stated, hanging the shirt in front of her face. �Unless you sleep in ripped shirts that are usually covered in blood.� Leah cautiously took the shirt and turned herself around. She tried to take the shirt off, except her shoulder stopped her. Pain shot through her arm. �Here,� Wade said and took the shirt back. �I'll help.� Wade tore whatever was left of the shirt and tossed it onto the floor. Leah pulled her uninjured arm over chest. No man has ever seen her in her bra. Wade gently grabbed her hurt arm and slowly lifted it in the air. She winced and comprehended how hard it was to hold her arm up. He held on her wrist when he saw how painful it was for her to hold it up herself. �Now raised the other one.� She did as she was told. �Okay, I'm going to let go of your arm, but try to hold up the longest you can.� Wade's hand left her arm and she tightened her muscles. Holding up her arm put a lot of strain on the muscles and she bit her left from whimpering. He quickly pulled the injured arm through one of the arm holes in the shirt and then the other. �You can put your arms down now.� She sighed in relief.

�Thank you.� He looked at her and she smiled a bit. �What's you name?�

�Wade Wilson.� Before he turned to leave the room, he said, �Zero shot you close the shoulder joint, that's why it hurts so badly. And just to warn you ahead, Victor will be coming in here soon. He'll be watching over you tonight just in case you choose to run away.� Leah flinched when she heard that Victor was coming to watch her. Wade saw her flinch and the fear that swept over her face. �Just don't piss him off and you'll be fine. The man has temper but who could blame him? He has nails of an old bag lady.� After Wade left the room, Leah glanced at her clock to see it was already nine o'clock at night. �Oh, by the way,� Wade said, quickly sticking his head back in the room. �Nice rack.� Leah's face immediately heated up and she blushed as Wade once again left the room. She crossed her arms and try not to think about what Wade just said.

Leah flopped onto her back and rolled to her right side. She brought one of her pillows into her chest. The idea of Victor watching over her troubled her in every way. At that moment she remember what she learned from them a couple of hours ago. �I'm mutant,� she whispered and idea didn't bother her. The only thing that bothered her was the fact these men were trying to force her to develop her powers. They're going to keep my hostage until they know that I can use my powers. What am I going to do? And what if I never develop my powers? Her mind couldn't muster an answer.

Her ears suddenly picked up on someone walking into the room. She knew it was Victor and could image a smartass smirk or an angry glare on his face. Lifting herself up in a sitting position, she saw she was correct. Victor was sitting in her computer chair and on his face played a small smirk. �Feeling better?� he said, mocking her. She glared at him. She slid off her bed and walked past him to go into her small, half bath. She began to closed the door, but Victor's large hand stopped the door. �Door stays open.�

�I am not peeing with the door open,� she declared with her glare intensifying.

Victor's smirk grew into smile. He grabbed the hinges on the door and ripped them from the door frame. Stepping out of the door's way, he let it fall on the floor. When he looked back at her, Leah's mouth was slightly open and she stared at him in disbelief. Going to back to the chair, he sat down. �Now try closing the door.� She huffed in irritation and the entertained look never left Victor's face as she went back to her bed. She would have to hold it for now. Leah wanted to call him a rude name or something, but she knew it was better to bite her tongue. She rather have him in an amused mood, even if she was the reason why he was laughing.

Leah took a quick glance to glare at him and stopped once her eyes landed on him. His shirt still had the bullet hole and unlike before, there was no wound. �Your chest...� She could see his muscular chest was healed. �There's not a bullet wound anymore.�

�Heh. That's because I'm able to heal within hours,� Victor explained and propped his feet up on her desk.

Leah started to fidget with edge of her shirt while she curiously wondered if his chest was completely healed or if the bullet had left a scar or not. �Can I see it?� she asked in a soft voice. Victor's green eyes fell on her and she felt her cheeks go a little red. God, that was such a stupid question, she thought.

�Come over here,� he ordered and she got off the bed to walk to him. His facial hair was uncut and coarse looking while his hair was looked slightly like an army buzz haircut. And with those forest green eyes, he looked like a pissed off teddy bear. This thought made her smile a little. Lifting up his shirt, she saw that his skin was perfect � as if nothing happened to him. Leah blinked a couple of times at his chest. She brought her hand to the area where the bullet would have entered and started to apply a little pressure, testing to see if it was real. She was only able to touch him for about two seconds before he violently seized her wrist. �Did I say you could touch me?� She winced as his hold tighten up.

�I'm sorry,� she whimpered and pressed closer to him, hoping to ease the pain. Victor squeezed harder and the tiny cry he got out of her quenched his needed to feel raw emotion tear through her veins. A pained reaction swept over her face and her eyes were shut tightly as she let out heavy breaths. She raised the hand of her hurt arm and placed it on Victor's hand, digging her nails into his skin. He didn't even feel her nails. �Please stop.� He squeezed again, but this time he could feel her bones beginning to grind together. Leah didn't want him to see her cry again, but the tears fell unwillingly. She was brought to her knees and she let out a groan of pain. �I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Just please let go!�

Victor let her hand slipped away. Her wrist was red and she held it against her chest. She didn't say a word as she hurriedly got up to her feet and jumped onto the bed. He watched her as she scampered under the covers and wrapped them around herself as if it could shield her from the world.

Suddenly the house phone rang and Leah threw the covers off of her. If someone knew that she was in trouble, she hoped they would call the police. She jumped towards the nightstand that had the phone on it. Right as her hand grasped the phone, Victor's arm snaked around her waist and yanked her into his chest. She gasped as the phone slid from her hand. �Bolt, make it go to the answering machine!� he shouted as he forced Leah onto the ground.

Leah heard the answering-machine turn on and then her voice came on. �Hey, obviously I'm not answering my phone, so if you leave a message I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks!�

�Hey, Leah. It's me, Jesse. I was just wondering if you wanted to head to Athens to catch a movie. Call me back, loser!� her friends said giggling. Then she hung up.

Leah stomach was pressed against the hardwood floor. She began to thrash around, wanting him to let her go. Victor pressed his sharp fingernails into her back and she tried to pull away from him. He flipped her onto her back and straddled her hips, putting all his weight on her. Terror flooded her and she screamed while kicking her legs. He put a hand around her throat. She attempted to turn her body so she could crawl away; however, he was too heavy. Baring his fangs like before, he set them on her neck. She stop struggling as soon as she felt the sharp teeth prick her skin. Letting out an uneasy breath, he clutched both of her wrist and harshly brought them above her head. A sharp pain jolted through her and Victor smiled into her neck as the scent of her blood entered his nose. She trembled at his smile and closed her eyes. �Don't ever think about trying that again. Because if you do, you're going to pay for the consequences and wish Zero had shot you in the fucking head,� he said and a low and intimidating growl came from his chest. �Understand?� Leah nodded her head, too afraid to speak.

Since it was so hard to resist from biting her soft flesh, his fangs lightly nibbled her neck as he said, �Good.�
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