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Eloi	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Eloi
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11 and 12
- 12-13
- 13-14
- 14-15
- 15-16
- 16-17
- 17-18
- 18-19
- 19-20
- 20-21
- 21-22
- 22-23
- 23-24
- 24-25
- 25-26
- 26-27
- 27-28
- 28-29
- 29-30
- 30-31
- 31-32
- 32-33
- 33-34
- 34-35
- 35-36 and 37
- 36-38 and 39
- 37-40
- 38-41
- 39-42
- 40-43
- 41-44
- 42-45
- 43-46
- 44-47
- 45-48
- 46-49
- 47-50
- 48-51
- 49-52
- 50-53
- 51-54
- 52-55
- 53-56
- 54-57
- 55-58
- 56-59
- 57-60
- 58-61
- 59-62
- 60-63
- 61-64
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Eloi Chapter Twenty Six
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� I�ve decided the day
needs more hours. *nods firmly * InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena
and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: You�ll get
more later.
Morgan: *glomp*
Readers/Reviewers: Now, back to plot. I hope.
;) This one is short but�taa daa�

�Do you
*mind*?� Essex stopped
in his tracks and turned to face the seemingly empty tunnels. �You are terrible at sneaking. Don�t they have training for that sort of
thing down here? Useless as you
are�� He waited, listening for some sign
that his jabs hit home. Nothing. Not even a
change in respiration rate. �Little man,
show yourself,� he said softly, letting his cane slide between his fingers to
thud softly on it�s gold tip against the damp sewer
floor. �I do not like being followed.�
Caliban did not move.
He would let the man believe he was talking to shadows, if he wanted to,
or that his follower was too scared to be seen.
He would not willingly reveal himself to a monster, though. He could feel this man, feel his powers, feel what was coming.
He did not close his eyes, though he wanted to. He felt the lids grow heavy, somnolence
creeping over him, and he wondered if this were some trick of the stranger,
some ability to make people obey physically when their minds demanded otherwise. With some effort Caliban
pressed even more flatly against the stone wall of the old sewer and stared out
at the man in the darkness, watching him look for a sign.
�Charming
home you have here,� Essex said, smiling. He took a pinch of snuff from the tin
secreted in his waistcoat pocket and delicately inhaled it, dusting his fingers
on his dark coat. �I love what you�ve
done with the place�it�s not often one can decorate with human urine, feces and
dead rats.� His smile became feral and
he peered directly at Caliban. �You�re expendable. The others are not. Good day.�
Caliban did not move for a good five minutes, instead
keeping his senses alert for signs of the man�s return, or that he had left a
wolf amongst the fold, as it were. When
he was reasonably satisfied that no one lurked, he stepped out of the shadows,
his fingers lingering on the cold stone wall, almost anchoring him to the
safety of the curve of the tunnel. �I
don�t like you,� he murmured. �You�re a
killer.�
�I could
smell it on him,� came the rough female voice further
down the tunnel. �Blood
and worse.�
�Feral, if
you had been caught, you know what would have happened,� Caliban
said softly in response. �If you had
killed him or even wounded him, there would have been Hell to pay for all of
us.�
�He�s one
of them,� she hissed, emphasizing the otherness. �One of the surface
dwellers. He wants to play at
being a Morlock, go slumming like some teenage Central
Park boy hittin� the streets looking for
a low heeled girl.� She prowled towards
him, her felinoid body moving silently in the dank
tunnel. �We don�t do that down here,�
she continued, stopping just short of Caliban. �We don�t play that game.�
He swept an
assessing gaze over her and a half smile crept over his lips. �You are more perceptive than some people
think,� he said finally. �That man,� he
nodded in the direction Essex had taken, �wants more
from us than Callisto realizes.� He leaned closer, uncertain of how to
proceed. He settled on leaving it vague,
a nod and slight smile. �We�ll be fine.�
Feral
raised a dark brow. �You are not suited
to manipulation, Caliban,� she finally muttered. �You do better to stay with your usual
tactics.�
He rarely
felt rage or anger or, he admitted to himself, much of anything, but the tide
of feelings washing over him made him hot, as if his blood were afire. �People like that man come down here,� he
said in a tight, low voice, shaking as he spoke, �and think we are props, toys,
trash� They serve the Eloi. They ARE the
Eloi! But they do not realize�� He paused,
his breath escaping his clenched teeth with a hiss, �They do not realize that
the Morlocks do not live to serve the Eloi. We are not their chattel. They are ours!�
Feral
barked a laugh and shook her shaggy head.
�You�ve lost it, Caliban! Eloi, Morlocks, serving� You need to take a breath of fresh air
tonight, ya know?� She slapped him on
the back, her earlier mood gone and replaced with jocular humor. �Get some color or somethin�.�
Caliban shook her off, his eyes narrowing. He could not make them understand, not even Callisto, who usually *knew* better. �If you see her,� he said tersely, not having
to tell Feral which �her� he meant, �I�ve gone down to Fifth. Meet me there.� He moved through the darkness, leaving the cat-like
woman behind. Things were falling apart,
the Eloi were coming down around their ears, and no one would believe him. He would fix it, he decided. _I am not some meek shadow of a human. I am a man.
I will protect my own. Even if it is the end of me.
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