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Adult ++
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21,751
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Chapter 20
Ooohhhh, I just love this chapter...if I do say so myself. Hope you all do to.
Chapter 20
Mystique strode with purpose down the hall of the security facility specially designed to hold mutants. She had watched until an older man with some authority clocked out for the evening, watching to see what sort of security measures the prison had. Smiling, she transformed herself into the man, the retina scan perfect and the codes he used in a perfect pitch match.
The halls ran off from a central vortex, six corridors and after a quick search of the computer, she found what she was looking for. No one questioned her right to be there, only a few surprised by her persona’s reappearance. She made some excuse and that satisfied the underlings so easily manipulated.
The cell she wanted lay at the end of a high security wing, gate after adamantium gate closing behind her as her stolen identity allowed her access.
She stood before the cell with her emotions in turmoil, rage and regret, passions unquenched and overwhelming disgust. She stared at the door until she had control again then once more used her stolen gaze to gain entry.
The door whisked back and five feet in, a set of bars defined the cell space occupied by Victor Creed a.k.a. Sabertooth.
He lay on a narrow bed with his hands behind his head. A television droned on with some inane program and more than anything, Victor looked bored.
Turning his head, Victor looked over at her, unaware of who she was and what she had come for. A sneer spread across his face, but that twinkle of malevolent humor hadn’t left Victor’s eyes.
“Hey chief,” Victor growled. “Droppin’ by for a little evening chat?” With a languidness that belied his speed and ferocity, Victor pushed up to sit, leaning back in a casual position against the wall. “How about bringin’ me a late night snack, bossman?”
Mystique said nothing, staring at the man who had made her feel passion like no one else ever had in her long life...at the man who had kidnapped and viciously raped her son repeatedly.
“What’s the problem, bud? Cat got your tongue?” Victor laughed at his joke.
With a quick glance up, Mystique noted the camera, but a smile touched her lips. She had disabled both visual and sound. It would take some time before the underlings figured out how to fix it...if they even noticed.
Victor now stood, clawed hands clenching the bars. The laugh had died and a snarl now replaced any humor. “What the fuck you think you’re doin’ standin’ there starin’ at me?”
Mystique began her transformation, dull human morphing into her true self. “Victor.”
A grin broke across Victor’s face. “Mystique, baby. You come to break me out of this rat hole?”
She let out a snort. “Not likely, you molesting lowlife scumbag.”
Surprise replaced Victor’s grin. “What’s your problem, babe? You on the rag or something?”
“You disgust me,” Mystique hissed. “I should kill you for what you’ve done.”
“Woah. What about all those nights we spent together? Nobody ever fucked you like I did. Tell the truth, Mystique. You’ve never had a lover as good as me. Anyway, I’ve been in this hole for over a month. What did I do to you?”
Mystique closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath, letting it out slowly.
“Why are you here, Victor?” she asked with more control than she felt. “What brought you to this untimely incarceration?”
Victor stared at her, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “What’s it to you, babe?” He shoved away from the bars and returned to his bunk, making a display of casual disinterest.
“Why did you do it?” Mystique’s calm tried to crack again, her voice raw with her rage. “Why did you hurt the boy?”
That look of surprise returned to Victor’s face. “The blue fuzzy kid?” This time a snide grin overtook the surprised expression and Victor’s gaze took on a far away look. “That pretty little boy had a fine ass. Real tight even if Logan had been fucking him for months.”
“Victor!” Mystique said, her anguish drawing her closer and her need for answers. “Why did you do it?!”
Victor pushed up off the bunk and strolled to the bars again. “Why? Since when do I need a reason to do whatever I feel like doin’?”
“But why Nightcrawler? Why that boy?”
Again the suspicion returned. “Something tells me you already know the answer, but since you need to hear it, I’ll tell ya. And then you’re goin’ to tell me why you care.”
“Fair enough.”
“Trask hired me to get the kid. Hired me to fuck him until he broke. But ya know the real reason, sweetheart?”
Mystique didn’t reply, just stared, already certain of Victor’s true purpose in helping Bolivar Trask.
“Logan. Those two are lovers. Did ya know that? Logan and the kid are an item.”
Again, Mystique said nothing.
“Yeah, you knew that. I can tell. I know you too well, Mystique.”
“You know nothing of me,” Mystique said, her throat so tight she scarcely got the words out.
“Whatever, babe. But yeah, the money was nice, but the real reason was Logan. Hurtin’ the kid hurt Logan more than anything I could ever dream up to do it him. That’s what I thought about every time I fucked that boy...how much it hurt Logan. That’s why I really did it, though I enjoyed it a lot. I like it when they fight me and he fought. I’ll give the kid that. He fought me every time.”
Mystique let Victor’s words sink in and the vision of Kurt fighting futilely against Victor’s savageness flashed in her mind...because of Victor’s hatred of Logan. So, another justification for punishing Logan. But then wasn’t that why she’d come? Not to punish Victor who suffered now from incarceration, that endless boredom gnawing at him day in and day out. She had come to solidify her rationale for what she intended for Logan, totally aware that she was skewing reality for her own purpose.
“Okay, babe. Your turn. What’s all this to you? What would you care. You’ve got your own grudges against Logan so why would you care if the boy suffers so Logan suffers?”
With a sniff, Mystique met Victor’s gaze and by his expression she knew he saw the anguish in her eyes. “Because the boy is my son.”
Victor stared at her, his eyes going wide then a grin pulled at his mouth and a deep laugh bellowed out of him as if she’d told him a hilarious joke.
“Your kid?” Another deep laugh and Mystique felt her face go hot. “Your son. Ain’t that a hoot. Now ain’t we just the perfect little dysfunctional family? Can I be the one to tell our kid that he’s got a blue furry demon for a half brother? I’d like to see his mutant hating face when he finds out. Or are they full brothers? Is the kid mine?”
“NO! Kurt is not yours. Never mind who his father is. And Graden doesn’t need to know about Kurt.”
“You mean Kurt don’t need to know about Graden cause all he’d get from his brother is the same hatred as we get.”
“What do you expect from Graden with a father like you?”
“You got room to talk, sweetheart. You’re no perfect momma either. I bet blue boy don’t care much for you neither. How’s it feel havin’ two kids that hate your guts?”
“Kurt doesn’t hate me.”
“Yeah, right. You just keep on thinkin’ that. So what you got in mind? You think you’re going to punish me for screwing your kid a couple a times?”
This time Mystique smiled. “No Victor. What I’m going to do is leave you here to rot. It will be a very long time before they let you out...if they ever do and if that ever happens, you’ve made so many dangerous enemies, I’m not sure how long you’ll survive even then. So enjoy your little TV programs and the lousy food. Enjoy your little cell and think of me when you feel like slitting your own throat just to end the boredom.”
“Mystique! Don’t leave me here. You owe me.”
“I owe you nothing. If I ever did, you used it all up when you laid your filthy hands on my child.”
With that, Mystique again morphed into the persona she’d worn into the cell and with Victor screaming curses at her, she walked out, closing the door behind her.
Chapter 20
Mystique strode with purpose down the hall of the security facility specially designed to hold mutants. She had watched until an older man with some authority clocked out for the evening, watching to see what sort of security measures the prison had. Smiling, she transformed herself into the man, the retina scan perfect and the codes he used in a perfect pitch match.
The halls ran off from a central vortex, six corridors and after a quick search of the computer, she found what she was looking for. No one questioned her right to be there, only a few surprised by her persona’s reappearance. She made some excuse and that satisfied the underlings so easily manipulated.
The cell she wanted lay at the end of a high security wing, gate after adamantium gate closing behind her as her stolen identity allowed her access.
She stood before the cell with her emotions in turmoil, rage and regret, passions unquenched and overwhelming disgust. She stared at the door until she had control again then once more used her stolen gaze to gain entry.
The door whisked back and five feet in, a set of bars defined the cell space occupied by Victor Creed a.k.a. Sabertooth.
He lay on a narrow bed with his hands behind his head. A television droned on with some inane program and more than anything, Victor looked bored.
Turning his head, Victor looked over at her, unaware of who she was and what she had come for. A sneer spread across his face, but that twinkle of malevolent humor hadn’t left Victor’s eyes.
“Hey chief,” Victor growled. “Droppin’ by for a little evening chat?” With a languidness that belied his speed and ferocity, Victor pushed up to sit, leaning back in a casual position against the wall. “How about bringin’ me a late night snack, bossman?”
Mystique said nothing, staring at the man who had made her feel passion like no one else ever had in her long life...at the man who had kidnapped and viciously raped her son repeatedly.
“What’s the problem, bud? Cat got your tongue?” Victor laughed at his joke.
With a quick glance up, Mystique noted the camera, but a smile touched her lips. She had disabled both visual and sound. It would take some time before the underlings figured out how to fix it...if they even noticed.
Victor now stood, clawed hands clenching the bars. The laugh had died and a snarl now replaced any humor. “What the fuck you think you’re doin’ standin’ there starin’ at me?”
Mystique began her transformation, dull human morphing into her true self. “Victor.”
A grin broke across Victor’s face. “Mystique, baby. You come to break me out of this rat hole?”
She let out a snort. “Not likely, you molesting lowlife scumbag.”
Surprise replaced Victor’s grin. “What’s your problem, babe? You on the rag or something?”
“You disgust me,” Mystique hissed. “I should kill you for what you’ve done.”
“Woah. What about all those nights we spent together? Nobody ever fucked you like I did. Tell the truth, Mystique. You’ve never had a lover as good as me. Anyway, I’ve been in this hole for over a month. What did I do to you?”
Mystique closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath, letting it out slowly.
“Why are you here, Victor?” she asked with more control than she felt. “What brought you to this untimely incarceration?”
Victor stared at her, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “What’s it to you, babe?” He shoved away from the bars and returned to his bunk, making a display of casual disinterest.
“Why did you do it?” Mystique’s calm tried to crack again, her voice raw with her rage. “Why did you hurt the boy?”
That look of surprise returned to Victor’s face. “The blue fuzzy kid?” This time a snide grin overtook the surprised expression and Victor’s gaze took on a far away look. “That pretty little boy had a fine ass. Real tight even if Logan had been fucking him for months.”
“Victor!” Mystique said, her anguish drawing her closer and her need for answers. “Why did you do it?!”
Victor pushed up off the bunk and strolled to the bars again. “Why? Since when do I need a reason to do whatever I feel like doin’?”
“But why Nightcrawler? Why that boy?”
Again the suspicion returned. “Something tells me you already know the answer, but since you need to hear it, I’ll tell ya. And then you’re goin’ to tell me why you care.”
“Fair enough.”
“Trask hired me to get the kid. Hired me to fuck him until he broke. But ya know the real reason, sweetheart?”
Mystique didn’t reply, just stared, already certain of Victor’s true purpose in helping Bolivar Trask.
“Logan. Those two are lovers. Did ya know that? Logan and the kid are an item.”
Again, Mystique said nothing.
“Yeah, you knew that. I can tell. I know you too well, Mystique.”
“You know nothing of me,” Mystique said, her throat so tight she scarcely got the words out.
“Whatever, babe. But yeah, the money was nice, but the real reason was Logan. Hurtin’ the kid hurt Logan more than anything I could ever dream up to do it him. That’s what I thought about every time I fucked that boy...how much it hurt Logan. That’s why I really did it, though I enjoyed it a lot. I like it when they fight me and he fought. I’ll give the kid that. He fought me every time.”
Mystique let Victor’s words sink in and the vision of Kurt fighting futilely against Victor’s savageness flashed in her mind...because of Victor’s hatred of Logan. So, another justification for punishing Logan. But then wasn’t that why she’d come? Not to punish Victor who suffered now from incarceration, that endless boredom gnawing at him day in and day out. She had come to solidify her rationale for what she intended for Logan, totally aware that she was skewing reality for her own purpose.
“Okay, babe. Your turn. What’s all this to you? What would you care. You’ve got your own grudges against Logan so why would you care if the boy suffers so Logan suffers?”
With a sniff, Mystique met Victor’s gaze and by his expression she knew he saw the anguish in her eyes. “Because the boy is my son.”
Victor stared at her, his eyes going wide then a grin pulled at his mouth and a deep laugh bellowed out of him as if she’d told him a hilarious joke.
“Your kid?” Another deep laugh and Mystique felt her face go hot. “Your son. Ain’t that a hoot. Now ain’t we just the perfect little dysfunctional family? Can I be the one to tell our kid that he’s got a blue furry demon for a half brother? I’d like to see his mutant hating face when he finds out. Or are they full brothers? Is the kid mine?”
“NO! Kurt is not yours. Never mind who his father is. And Graden doesn’t need to know about Kurt.”
“You mean Kurt don’t need to know about Graden cause all he’d get from his brother is the same hatred as we get.”
“What do you expect from Graden with a father like you?”
“You got room to talk, sweetheart. You’re no perfect momma either. I bet blue boy don’t care much for you neither. How’s it feel havin’ two kids that hate your guts?”
“Kurt doesn’t hate me.”
“Yeah, right. You just keep on thinkin’ that. So what you got in mind? You think you’re going to punish me for screwing your kid a couple a times?”
This time Mystique smiled. “No Victor. What I’m going to do is leave you here to rot. It will be a very long time before they let you out...if they ever do and if that ever happens, you’ve made so many dangerous enemies, I’m not sure how long you’ll survive even then. So enjoy your little TV programs and the lousy food. Enjoy your little cell and think of me when you feel like slitting your own throat just to end the boredom.”
“Mystique! Don’t leave me here. You owe me.”
“I owe you nothing. If I ever did, you used it all up when you laid your filthy hands on my child.”
With that, Mystique again morphed into the persona she’d worn into the cell and with Victor screaming curses at her, she walked out, closing the door behind her.