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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
- 62-65
- 6
- 7
- 8
Eloi Chapter Seven
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Evan
frowned. His back itched just where he
could not reach, no matter how hard he tried.
He had a new spike of bone trying to come through the skin, pushing
inexorably outward. By his reckoning, it
was one of his vertebrae, overgrowing it�s normal
parameters. He hissed in frustration and
turned to rub against the wall, sighing in relief as the itch was scratched by
the damp concrete.
�You sicken
me.�
He tensed,
a cold cramping sensation seizing his stomach and chest. He swallowed hard and turned to face his
intruder, trying to keep his face from betraying his emotions. �Sorry to hear it, Marrow.�
Marrow
stepped from the narrow alcove, once used as an ersatz storage space when the
tunnel was being built, and into the thin beam of light seeping between the
cracks in the overhead concrete arch.
They were in the topmost layer of the tunnels, long abandoned but
formerly the most heavily trafficked portion of the subterranean passages. They were only a few feet away from those who
lived in the sunlight, who did not have to hide from prying, accusing, fearful
eyes. Evan rather liked this layer of
the tunnels but Marrow hated them with a passion that brought bile to her
throat and fire to her veins. �You don�t
belong among us. You are weak. You choose to be this way�� She stepped closer, her bone knife moving
fluidly between her fingers as she unconsciously twirled it, passing the blade
between her digits, across her palm then back, not slowing as she narrowed the
distance between her and Evan. �Go back
to your people, little boy. Stop
corrupting our world.� She brought the
knife up suddenly, pressing it against the pulsing vein on Evan�s throat. �You disgust me.�
Evan�s
first inclination was to bolt, leave Marrow in the barely lit passageway and go
below, hide from her in the depths where the damp was so invasive it made his
spikes hurt and the light was nonexistent, odd bioluminescence that radiated
from several of the Morlocks themselves as well as a
rare, thin slime mold. Instead, he took
a deep breath, forcing the urge downward, turning his stomach into a complex
series of razor-edged knots. �Sorry to
hear it, Marrow. I�m here to stay.� He smiled thinly and took a step back, his
eyes on the gray-white blade still held at throat level. �What�s got into you anyway? No one else to bitch at so
you chose me?� He fought the urge
to take another step back. Marrow�s eyes
glinted in the shadows and he had the feeling he was the prey and she was the
hunter. �Jealous that
you�re not the only one with a bit of a calcium intake problem?� The words had barely left his mouth before he
felt a searing pain in his shoulder.
Marrow had not even changed expression, her movements so smooth and
subtle that he did not realize she had thrown the knife until it was embedded in
his flesh, a narrow strip of exposed soft tissue between bony protrusions.
�You don�t
know your place, little man. You come to
us because you can�t control your mutation.
Boo fucking hoo. You are unworthy of us!�
He
staggered to sit against the wall. The knife did not hurt so much as stun him.
It was deep enough to cause searing pain should he try to move his arm but if
he held still, it was more of a dull ache. Wave after wave of nausea washed over him,
the knowledge that she had just stabbed him sickening on a level he could not
comprehend. �Fucking Hell, Marrow!� he
cried out finally. �You think I want
to be down here? You think I like being like this?� He reached for the knife�s bone handle but
paused. Pulling it out would not look
cool and manly like in the movies, he decided.
It would look bloody and damaging and most likely, it would make him
faint or throw up or both.
�You,� she
said softly, looming over him, a pale ghost in the tunnel, �were scared. You are full of fear and self loathing� You
are weak.� She reached down and pulled
her knife free of his shoulder, wiping the flat sides of the blade on his arm,
leaving a sticky hot smear of blood in it�s wake. �The only thing more
useless than your sorry hide are your disgusting, whining friends!�
_I was
right, _ he thought. _I�m gonna faint� _
He gasped as the rough concrete slid against his cheek before he slumped
to the ground.

Marrow
frowned at her knife before shoving it into her belt, stalking away from Evan�s
prone form. She would send someone to
bandage him�she did not need Callisto riding her case
about learning to deal with others and all of her usual tripe, she thought
angrily. _Why can�t anyone see what�s
happening? _ she fumed, dropping through a hatch to
the tunnel level below. A pale figure
scurried out of her way and she paused, counting the seconds before she heard
them move behind her. �You, show
yourself!� A moment passed before a
tiny, bent, androgynous figure away from the wall. �Get someone with a bandage and some alcohol
to the first level. The whiny one is
hurt.� She did not wait to see if they
complied before striding down the narrow corridor. No one would pay attention to her when she
spoke, so, she knew, she would have to take action. �Actions speak louder than words,� she
murmured as she reached the alcove she used for a living space. She flipped the thin mattress she slept on
most nights so that it was propped against the wall. The red-covered book was right where she left
it, undisturbed. Smiling softly, almost
childlike, she took up the leather bound pages and tucked them into her shirt.
�Much louder.�
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