Keep me from madness | By : FightingMadness Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story. |
Pairing: Wolverine/Kurt, Sabertooth/Kurt,
Blob/Kurt, Scott/Kurt
Warnings: I’m making this AU. There’s no
powers here, sorry people, it just didn’t work. Thus, I’m talking holowatch Kurt here, don’t get me wrong, the elf is my favorite
character, but blue fur just doesn’t fit in this fic.
There will be some OOC, this means that some bad characters will be good, and
some good will be evil (it doesn’t mean I don’t like them), as for Kurt, he’ll
be OOC in the beginning, but I’m intending to change him in his old lovely
self. Ow….and this will be dark, as in “Fuck. Who turned off the sun?!” dark. There will be TORTURE and
NON-CON…DON’T like it, DON’T read it. Don’t wanna be
rude but I just don’t wanna anyone freaking out on me
about something I warned about.
Disclaimer: X-men evolution, as well as its
characters does NOT, I repeat, do NOT belong to me and I’m NOT making any money
from this fanfic. This story is the only the work of
a FAN (a very poor one actually) that loves the characters.
Author’s notes: “speech”; ‘thoughts’; italics for emphasis.
Thanks Zim. I’m glad you like it, I
didn’t really expected anyone to like it this much. I was so happy you reviewed
I prepared another chapter for you. Here it goes.
Chapter 3: smart mouth
and duck tape
It would be nice to say that Kurt got out of
the house and mustered the calmness necessary to dial the three, so important,
numbers. However he never really got the chance, as soon as he passed the
living room he run directly into the fat guy’s stomach, what didn’t seem to
bother the big man anyway, but threw Kurt out of balance. Soon enough he was
grabbed by the man, the phone was took from his hand and smashed, single
handed, by the enormous guy. ‘Fuck, if he did that with one hand, what would he
do to me using both hands’ thought Kurt, and a shudder ran through his spine as
he thought of broken bones and unbearable pain. Half way through the living
room both of them met with a blond guy, long hair, beard, no mustache though,
and blood thirsty eyes, Kurt shudder had gotten worst. ‘Now I’m kind of happy
it was the fat guy who got me’ he thought to himself.
As they came in the room he once more took on
the scene, but this time Scott was by himself on the floor near the opposite
wall, Rogue was, as Kurt noticed, being held against a dark-haired man. Kurt
was soon dropped near Scott.
“Kid…what’s your name anyway?” the dark-haired
man spoke, he didn’t yell, but you could actually feel the anger in his voice.
The question was directed at Scott, and so he answered:
“Scott Summers” he said, ‘Good. At least I
didn’t stutter’ thought the young man.
“Well…Scott, you see…you lied to me. You said
the both of you were the only ones in the house” said the man releasing Marie’s
hair and gripping her hand instead. “Now, I’m mad Scott…we are mad…you’re better start giving us the truth or the little
miss here will start to wish she was dead.” As he said that he dragged the
knife through Marie’s hand putting enough pressure to cut the skin, but not too
deep. Meanwhile she gritted her teeth not to cry of fear and pain.
“Live her alone” Scott spoke while trying to
suppress his panic.
“Well, that’s not how it works, is it Scott?
Should we expect someone else to be joining us here?” saying this he proceeded
to cut the girls arm.
“No…the three of us were the only ones home.”
He said defeated.
“Ok. It seems like now we understand each
other. And the parents are…” The dark-haired man trailed.
“Their parents are in a conference. They won’t
be coming home for some days.” Scott’s eyes were glued to the knife that now
had stop moving over Marie’s arm.
“Coward” said Kurt.
Scott surely wasn’t expecting this. “Excuse
me?!” he looked at Kurt.
“You could have hold on a little longer, it’s
not like zhey’re gonna zo kill her.” Kurt said looking annoyed at Scott.
“Are you in the same room as me?! She’s your
sister for crying out loud!” Scott was just mad, and for some reason now he
just wanted to strangle Kurt.
“Yeah, I know I’m just saying you handed us in
a silver plate…scared a bit mister perfect?” Kurt provoked.
“If they don’t kill you, I might” Scott
retorted.
Suddenly the blond guy was on Scott’s throat
squeezing it.
“Logan,
may I kill the hero here….I don’t know why, but he
really gets into my nerves” the blond guy growled.
“I think we had agreed no names…Sabertooth” the dark-haired man dragged the last word as if
it was in itself a little revenge.
“Finally, a proper presentation. Logan, Sabertooth,
I’m Kurt…and you…I believe I didn’t catch your name” the boy said eying the fat
guy with a sarcastic smile.
Logan just looked at him, a hint of
something in his eyes. It could be amusement. “You don’t know when to stop, do
you kid?”
“You could say zhat.”
Kurt was staring right back at Logan,
a kind of silent defy.
Logan gave the kid a smirk and proceeded
to talk to the blond, now known to be Sabertooth.
“No…you can’t kill him. Not yet.”
“Why not?” Sabertooth
growled seeming a little disappointed, finally letting go of Scott’s throat, who recoiled, if possible even closer to the wall coughing
and rubbing his neck.
“We already talked about this…we don’t know how
this will turn out, we don’t need this kind of shit on our record, unless it’s
really necessary” Logan said in a low, serious voice that gave no room to
questioning putting an end to the discussion. “You, kid, bring something to tie
down your friends… and you better come back quickly or I may be tempted to give
Sabertooth something to kill time with. Blob go with him.”
Kurt got to his feet and once more stared
directly at Logan’s
eyes. “Do you prefer rope, duck tape or some shred sheets vill
do?” asked Kurt sarcastically.
“Surprise me” Logan smirked back. Then Kurt got out of the
room followed closely by Blob.
Logan looked at Sabertooth
who was smirking as well, the both of them looking at the door where Kurt and
Blob just disappeared into. “You know….if you not gonna
let me kill anyone, you’ll have to give me compensation” said the blond man.
“I know just what you have in mind and,
actually, I was thinking the same thing…the boy is cocky and feisty, isn’t he?”
Sabertooth just continued to stare at the door
licking his lips “yeah”
Marie and Scott weren’t aware of this exchange
of words between their captors, Scott was to busy making his sleeves into
tourniquets to the girl’s hand and arm, all the while whispering soothing words
to her. Marie was just to scare to pay attention to any of that, she thought
for a moment there they would kill her just to prove the point, luckily the
cuts weren’t too deep.
Meanwhile Kurt was feeling extremely stupid
going through kitchens cabinets searching for something to tie Scott, Rogue and
himself down. The Blob guy wasn’t doing much, just staring. This was making
Kurt very uncomfortable, there was something about that guy’s stare that he
couldn’t put his finger on, but he knew he didn’t like it.
“Pretty boy, you missed one cabinet” pointed
Blob.
“Oh, gee, zhanks”
said Kurt dryly; and, as if the fat dude had known all along, there it was,
duck tape. “Oh, goody! I found it” Kurt gave Blob a
fake smile and thumbs up.
“Ok, now move your pretty ass”
“I’m guessing zhe vord of zhe day is pretty…you don’t know many adjectives,
do you? You could zay lazy ass, zorry
ass, zexy ass…zhe latter,
very much true indeed”
“You think you’re so smart don’t you?” He was
making Blob angry and that wasn’t a good thing.
“You see…Is not zo
much that I zhink zhat, is
more like a fact.” Kurt once again flashed his sarcastic grin.
“Wolverine was right you just don’t know when
to stop do you?” Blob said…..if someone looked closer he was turning a little
red….the big guy didn’t really care for being treated like an idiot….which he
really kind of was, but still… ‘This doesn’t mean this midget can treat me like
that’
“Volverine?”
The boy asked bringing Blob back from his reverie.
“It was the name Logan used in prison” the big man blurted
out.
“Zo you guys vere in jail?” the boy pressed the subject.
“And now I talked too much…you know I could
snap you like a twig” Blob didn’t know how all this was going to turn out, but
the less these kids knew the better it was for everybody. After blurting out
these information the big man was kind of mad with himself, that and Wolverine
wasn’t going to be pleased.
“But you’re not gonna…Volverine is not going zo let
you, you guys already covered zhat point, remember?
Now take me zo your leader” Kurt gave him an all
knowing superior look and proceeded to the door.
“I want to ring your neck personally brat” Blob
followed him glaring daggers at the boy.
“I’m flattered” retorted Kurt.
As they walked back to the tv room Blob couldn’t help to notice that Kurt was
right in one thing ‘He really has a
sexy ass’.
****
Author’s notes:
I – I
forgot to say it last chapter, I’m sorry I made Rahne
the family dog, and a gold retriever for that matter. I just like gold
retrievers ^_^
II – No
beta, so, you know the drill: found a stupid mistake, let me know.
III – Zim, this was for you, so, let me know if you liked. The
same for everyone, if you liked, let me know, it keeps me going (Yeah, I’m a
C&C whore, I know it).
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