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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 22, 2011 17:47:55 GMT -5
Logan didn’t say anything as he left Eve’s room. He knew she was awake, but it was the middle of the night and he found his own bed calling him, no matter how much he enjoyed the woman’s company. Eve rolled onto her side, facing the window, curling up into a little ball. It was early in the morning, but still dark, and she wouldn’t welcome the light when it came. In the morning she would have to face people, talk to them, receive smart ass comments. If she could have her way she would stay in that bed forever. Despite it being winter, the room was warm and she slipped out of her top, snaking one hand out of the covers and dropping it onto the floor. The door to her room clicked open but she ignored it - it was probably Logan, deciding against being alone for once. The weight of the bed shifted, one side sinking downwards and someone sat on it, and then an arm slid round her waist. She stiffened against the person, eyes wide. ‘Do you want to know why I kissed you?’ A voice murmured into her neck. It was Bradley. In her room, in her bed, pressed up against her. Just like she had imagined back at Xavier’s, only this was too real and she went to roll away but his arm tightened. ‘Because I want you.’ He whispered and Eve’s stomach clenched. She stared at the window. This was real, and it was happening. Hell, you only live once. She rolled over in his arms, staring up at him from beneath her eyelashes. Her arm slipped around him, hand sliding over his muscles, dancing across every contour. She slid her leg over his, smirking as she straddled him and he grinned back, hands tight on her thighs, the tips of his fingers brushing the lace of her knickers. She leaned down to him and brushed her lips over his, and then suddenly his hand was in her hair, yanking her down as he kissed her roughly, his tongue forcing entrance. She moaned into his mouth, hips rolling against his, hands tugging at his boxers. His own hands moved down her slender back, fiddling with the clasp of her bra and tugging it over her arms. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and he groaned, grabbing her waist and flipping them over. Her head bounced on the pillow, her hands reaching up to him, lips demanding attention. He gladly gave it, working his way down her jaw as she slid his boxers over his legs. Her hands slid up his sides, reaching around his back and running down the firm muscles. His tongue flicked over her breast and she moaned, arching against him. He grinned, taking the nipple in his lips, sucking gently on it. Her nails dug into his back painfully but he ignored it, practically ripping her knickers from her. He moved away from her breasts, both hands planted firmly on either side of her head. He watched her face as he entered her and she moaned in pure pleasure, her head falling to one side, hips bucking to meet his thrusts. His head fell against her shoulder as his hips rolled and they moved together as one. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ‘Lilly-,’ Wade started, remembering how she had once smiled at him so adoringly. ‘Go fuck yourself.’ She snarled. He bit back a comment of how he didn’t need to, Kate would do it for him, and watched her disappear out of the room. He sat up, rolling Kate off of him, and placed his head in his hands, his gaze drifting to the woman’s slender hips and full breasts. What was wrong with him? ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ John caught Lilly’s arm as she rushed past him, pulling her round and pushing her against the door of a room. His room. She was crying, but she brushed the tears away, glaring up at him. He smirked, flicking his lighter open and holding the flame against her cheek. She flinched away, eyes squeezing shut. One hand was resting on her hip, the other on the door by her head. He was going to make her hurt, finally, and he felt the cool metal of the gun against his back. It was time to fulfil his promise.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 22, 2011 18:58:47 GMT -5
John kissed her jaw roughly, forcing open his bedroom door to let the two of them fall in. Their legs entwined, but he remained in control, one hand holding the small of her back, her hips tight against his. Lilly didn’t try to struggle, but she kept trying to speak, opening her mouth only to have John press the cold metal of the lighter against her lips. Sitting her on the bed, he pulled the gun from under his shirt and held it out before him, showing it off. Fear didn’t strike her at first, as Lilly tried to compose herself, pretend she wasn’t angry or upset and could just be calm. Threaten him back. But she was in awe, sat there, hands between her lap, knees knocked together, staring at the man – boy – that had grabbed her, kissed her and forced her to sit down. She scratched at her knee slowly, as if worried sudden movement would scare him, and then suddenly he was on her. John pressed Lilly’s shoulders into the bed as he straddled her, the gun pressed hard against her chest. Her fists hit out at him, panicking, but he fought them off, trying to pin her down. Lilly’s forearm smacked against his chin but his fingers were around her wrists, keeping her down with a growl. ‘You need to stop hitting me.’
‘Then get the hell off of me.’ She hissed back, lifting a knee to knock him off. John had reached out for the gun though, and he held it strong under her chin.
‘You tried to kill me.’ He murmured, not really asking her for a response. Shifting above her, he trailed the gun down her stomach, dipping it under the material of her tank top and lifting it up. Her stomach tensed as she tried to move away, but the gun pressed against her naval and she instantly stilled. ‘My eye really hurt.’
‘You’re not a tough guy, John.’ She whispered, feeling his hand roam across her smooth skin. Lilly wouldn’t admit it, but his touch made something inside her squirm excitedly, but she couldn’t let it happen. Could she? 'Stop pretending to be something you're not.'
'I'll stop pretending when you do.'
There was something about the weight of the gun, the way he held it, that made Lilly reconsider if it was actually loaded. Would she take the risk? Hell yeah. 'I don't know what you're talking about.' Rocking quickly onto her side, her fist came up and hit John hard against his head, sending him flying to the ground. The gun shot off into the distance, piercing a hole through her bedroom wall. Gasping, shocked, she ran around him, unsure if she was scared or excited. He had brought a loaded gun into her room and set it on her, and she knew he hadn’t used one before, anything could have happened. He could have killed her! She kicked him hard in the side and then slid the gun under the bed as she ran out. But John was right behind her in a second, grabbing her forearm he wrenched her back around and the two fought in the hallway, stumbling blindly together, grabbing and yelling.
Why did she always get away from him? He wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted, not without a fight, and he always won fights in the end. ‘Say sorry, and maybe I’ll go easy on you.’ From the corner of his eye, he saw the glint of blue water, and lifting a struggling Lilly up around the middle, he headed straight for the gym. 'And there are no shadows for you to fuck with, so what do you say? Fancy a swim?' Lilly dragged her heels against the floor, but his lips brushed her ear, and squirming she pulled herself up into a protective ball, making it harder for John to keep his grip on her. She should have felt repulsed, physically sick, angry, her skin crawling. Not want. Lust.
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 23, 2011 13:28:22 GMT -5
John pushed her forwards, one hand on the small of her back, the other entangled her hair. She teetered on the edge of the pool, finding herself staring down into the blue depths below. She had never been able to swim, she hated it, hated water altogether. The way it pulled and pushed you around, dragging you down to who knows what. Her chest heaved as she panicked, pushing back against him, stomach churning. And then suddenly he released her and for a moment she felt relief, before she was falling, tumbling into the water with a smack. At first it seemed she would just float until she opened her eyes and realised she was already halfway down. The pool was deep, deep enough that if she touched the bottom, she might not make it to the top. Her arms flailed, trying to find some sort of leverage over the liquid. She looked up, bubbles churning from her mouth. She could just make out John’s grinning face swirling above her. She kicked her legs again and her hand hit air, her arm breaking through the surface. Salty tears mixed with the water, but then she was falling back down, and this time she let the water surround her. She wondered briefly if this was how fate intended her to go. She didn’t know, and she was starting not to care. Voices reached her ears, shouts of panic, and images of mars bars flitted over her mind as she closed her eyes. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Light drifted in through a crack in the curtain, voices coming from the corridor. Eve opened her eyes blearily, wincing at the chill that had come into her room. She snuggled back against the source of warmth against her and then stilled, eyes wide and fully awake. What had happened? Who was in her bed? All too soon it come flooding back to her and she stiffened as Bradley groaned, tightening his arm around her waist. She flew out of bed, taking the duvet with her to keep her dignity - what little she had left of it. He was up in seconds, staring at her in surprise. ‘What’s wrong?’ He frowned, climbing off the bed and pulling a pair of boxers on, his jeans over them. She almost hit him. ‘What’s wrong?! We just had sex!’ Her voice was high, shrill, and she must of sounded like a shamed nun. He snorted. ‘Yeah, well done.’ He grinned, moving towards her but he held up her hand. ‘Stay away from me!’ She snapped and keeping the duvet against her with one hand, she reached down and pulled her knickers on over her legs. ‘I want you to leave.’ ‘Eve, what’s wrong? It’s not that bad, y’know, I’m not a bad person.’ He sounded hurt and he took another step towards her, pleased when she didn’t back away. She eyed him warily though, struggling to get her bra on and keep her modesty at the same time. ‘You’re the enemy.’ She winced at the words. They sounded stupid even to her own ears, and it was true, she had wanted it, but right now it seemed like the worst idea in the world. Even so, it didn’t stop her admiring the muscles on his chest. No! She snapped at herself, Eve focus!He reached out to her, gently taking her arm and pulling her towards him. ‘Give me a chance, Eve.’ He murmured. ‘Besides, I know about your plan.'
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 23, 2011 16:43:46 GMT -5
Eve felt vulnerable and slightly humiliated as she stood before Bradley, suddenly very aware of everything that he had seen last night. Her stomach churned as she let him pull her close. ‘My plan?’ she asked, stiffening against his hold. ‘What – you were listening? Were you outside my door?’ she wasn’t going to deny it, that would just waste time and she didn’t feel like sitting down and playing games. Bradley’s hand settled on her back, trying to bring her closer, and their foreheads pressed together gently, his breath ghosting her lips.
‘You don’t think we’ve all tried to get out?’ was that pity in his voice at her apparent naivety?
‘But you’re not me.’ She whispered, suddenly forcing him back and grabbing her shirt from the bed. Bradley watcher her, slowly exhaling. She may not have learnt yet what Stryker was capable of, but she would learn, and learn the hard way. That was something he didn’t want for her. Maybe because he hadn’t been able to save himself, helping Eve would make everything right again. If not right, then just fair, that at least one person could be protected. There was a soon sound of splashing water, echoing in the silence of the early morning. Buttoning up her shirt – now obviously his – the wrong way, Eve ran out of the bedroom, Bradley at her heels and they headed straight towards the gym.
There was a rush of cool air as Wade jogged past them, beating them to the doorway. Where had he come from? Kate pathetically pattered along behind him, shamelessly clad in ruby red lace underwear, her hair tussled from sex. Eve suddenly felt inadequate and pulled the shirt close to her chest for protection but Bradley’s hand wound around her middle, telling her he wasn’t interested in the brunette. She thought otherwise, feeling more like she’d walked into a brothel, rather than a mutant training facility. Or whatever Stryker had hastily named it, probably printed somewhere on formal paper in his office. He had to have an office; with trophies and certificates and framed photos of him with people she couldn’t give a shit about. That was Stryker, a man of honour, integrity and good rankings. Even if he was immoral and malicious.
The air was filled with the sound of water lapping over the pool edge and as they moved closer, Eve could see a hand sticking up out of the water before it was sucked back down, as if someone had pulled the plug on the place. John was stood so close to the water that his toes peeked over the edge. Wade weighed the situation cautiously, but before he could even wrench his shirt off and dive in, Fred appeared from the treadmills and had shot into the depths, plunging like a bullet. Everyone stood around the pool, watching the two blurred shapes merging in the darkness. The lights were off and all they could see was flesh pink mingled with brown locks, swirling around Lilly’s head. Shock overrun delight and John turned to Eve, only to have his collar yanked back a fist slammed into his mouth. Blood trickled down his chin as his lip burst and he bit his tongue, groaning in pain.
‘Wade, no!’ Eve moaned, and Kate prowled onto the scene, pulling the boy aside.
‘Why did you hit him?’ John stumbled, his head fell against her stomach and he found strange comfort in the bare flesh, wrapping his arms around her middle. ‘Hey, Kid. I came to save your ass, not to be fondled.’
Under the water, Fred pierced through the darkness and grabbed on Lilly’s upper arm, but something seemed to be pulling her down. Bubbles spurting out of his nose, he swam deeper, hooked his arm around her middle and levered her up. Body flailing unconsciously in the water, he heaved her across his shoulder, heading for the light above. As he broke the surface, loud shouting hit his ears, and he gasped, flopping Lilly over onto the side. Everybody parted then, a mass of feet all Fred saw as he pulled himself up.
‘Don’t just stand there.’ He gasped, staring at all the faces and stopping on a blood splattered John. Wade went for the unconscious body, but Kate pulled him back, manicured nails digging into his arm.
‘She doesn’t want you.’ She tried, but he tugged free, getting down onto his knees beside Lilly’s head.
‘Why isn’t she breathing? People are supposed to breathe, right?’ his tone was panicked, Fred besides him, unusually calm. Lacing his fingers together, he clamped his hands tight and thumped hard against the girl’s chest, then again and again. On the third try, Lilly rolled over and started choking, water pooling out of her mouth and nose, hair plastered pathetically to her face. All the colour had drained from her face and her eyes fluttered shut, her lungs collecting air gladly, chest rising and falling almost painfully.
'I didn't know you could do that.' Wade looked at Fred in shock, amazed at his medical skills, but more jealous that it hadn't been him to save her. With a hand, he smoothed the hair from Lilly's forehead, but Fred's hand knocked him away with a stern gaze.
'Better not, Pal.'
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 23, 2011 17:47:13 GMT -5
Furious, with himself and everyone else, Wade straightened out, rounding on John. He approached the younger boy, fists clenched by his sides, eyes dark. ‘What the fuck did you do?’ He snarled, his voice unusually cruel and full of promise of what would happen if the teen didn’t talk. Before John could answer, Eve stood in front of him, arms up.
‘Leave him alone, Wade, you don’t even know what happened.’ She snapped.
‘Yeah? So why doesn’t he tell us.’ Wade retorted.
He flinched away as Kate laid a hand on his arm. ‘Wade, she’s okay now, let’s go back to bed.’ He ignored her, still staring hard at Eve.
John shrugged. ‘I heard a splash - she was already in there by the time I got here.’
Wade’s eyes narrowed. ‘You better be telling the truth, kid.’
‘Does it matter?’ Fred sighed. He slipped an arm underneath Lilly’s legs, another behind her shoulders. He lifted her easily, as if she weighed a feather. She moaned, her head rolling and resting against his arm. ‘I’ll take her to the infirmary.’ He held up a hand when Wade went to follow him. ‘No offence, mate, but I doubt it’s you she’s gonna’ want to wake up to.’ Without waiting for a witty reply, the man turned and calmly walked away. Wade’s head bowed and he let Kate lead him away, winking at John as she went.
As soon as they were gone, Eve spun and pushed John hard in the chest. He took a step back in surprise. ‘This is why we’ve got to get out of here.’ She hissed, ignoring Bradley. ‘As soon as something bad happens to one of them, they all turn on us as if it’s all our fault.’ She shook her head, seething, and John opted against telling her the truth.
‘Listen,’ he said, taking a step towards her, ‘I’m staying right here. I didn’t belong at Xavier’s, you and I both know that. There’s no way I’m going back there, and how the hell do you plan on getting off this island, anyway, huh?’ This time he pushed her, poking his finger in the centre of her chest, causing her to flinch back. He smirked at her silence. ‘Yeah, that’s what I thought.’
Bradley gently turned her to face him, brushing his thumb over her cheek. ‘He’s right, Eve. You can’t go through with this - this place is guarded twenty four seven.’
She snorted. ‘Oh, c’mon, you must get let out sometime.’
‘Yeah, for missions, but none of us know when the next ones gonna be and the only person who might is Victor.’ He grimaced as the look of triumph washed over her face.
‘Then I’ll go talk to him.’ She said loudly, shaking him off of her.
Bradley ran a hand through his hair. ‘Good luck with that.’ He said dryly.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 23, 2011 18:16:39 GMT -5
Eve pointed a finger at John. ‘You watch him – don’t let him out of your sight-.’
John scoffed, cutting across her. ‘I don’t need no babysitter-.’
‘Yeah, well obviously you can’t even go a night without getting into some kind of shit. I want you in one piece when we walk tonight.’
‘I’m staying here!’ he growled, furious she didn’t understand. He belonged here. This was where he wanted to be. ‘Why do you think I came with you?’
‘Look after him.’ Eve repeated before leaving, and Bradley glanced at John who wiped blood from his lip, trying not to wince. Looking at him, Bradley found it hard to believe he’d come to save Lilly, and had rather brought her hear to push her. He wouldn’t question it though, what good would it do? He may be a solider – of some kind – but it didn’t mean he wanted to go around interrogating people in the middle of the night. But light shone through the windows of the gym, weak and pathetic, a reddish glow washing over them like blood. Water sloshed over the floor and John’s ankles were wet. It was starting to become morning, and in a few hours Eve would be attempting her escape, and he could just see her being dragged back now.
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Fred lay Lilly down on one of the beds, straightening her legs and glancing around for anyone. Everyone seemed to be asleep, something he never thought anyone actually did around here. It was almost a façade, sleep, a cover for when they locked themselves in theirs rooms and tried to plan a way to escape. Of course, the longer you stayed here, the more you came to realise that wasn’t a good way to spend time, and instead you learnt how to stop yourself going mad. Or you gathered a large stack of mars bars in your chest of drawers. She gave a weak cough and Fred stood stock still, realising he had no idea what to actually do.
‘D’ya want a drink?’ he asked, and Lilly stifled a laugh.
‘I think I’ve had enough of water.’ She breathed, and Fred chuckled for her. The newcomers had seemed to make her more fragile, and maybe they’d brought down her wall she’d had up for so long. Fred hadn’t really thought of her in any way other than a teammate with a bad temper that fucked with your shadow. Fred didn’t fancy being fucked by himself, and had strayed away. She was beautiful – even though she had almost drowned and her hair plastered to her face and shoulders. She almost brightened up the place. Away from the dirty socks and dirty magazines. But Stryker was gathering more workers, waiting, planning something that when it hit, would be one of the hardest things they'd ever have had to do. He could tell. Stryker never waited this long, and some of these people had serious power.
'Uh, get some rest.'
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Victor was asleep, and Eve hadn’t expected that. He didn’t look like a sleeper, really, rather a person that flickered through the darkness and prayed on your fears as he hid under your bed. Undera bed, not on one. His room had been easy to find, the door was jarred open and there were a few scratches on the front of the door, like a mark of territory. This man she didn’t like, and she rubbed the scratches on her neck, now healed, slightly scarred.
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 23, 2011 20:16:41 GMT -5
‘I don’t want to sleep.’ Fred turned, looking back at where the small voice had come from. She had moved out of the covers, and was sitting on her knees, the duvet pooled around her bare legs. Some of her hair had dried and it framed her face like a mane, tangled and knotted. Fred moved back over towards her and stood by the edge of the bed, towering over her. She swallowed and reached up, her hands sliding around the back of his neck. She shivered as his hands gripped her waist, too tight for her liking but she didn’t complain, instead she kissed him, pressing her body against his. Too her surprise he kissed her back and then suddenly he pushed her back onto the bed, but he didn’t follow, he just watched her with a confused expression on his face. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Victor had heard her coming before she had even set foot in the corridor. He could smell her fear now, overrunning his senses and he fought of the urge to leap on her and tear her apart, feel her soft flesh beneath his fingers. Instead, he opened his eyes, watching as she dithered in the doorway. A low growl made its way up his throat but he bit it back and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing up to his full height. She shrank back before him and he smirked. They were all afraid of what they didn’t understand, always falling beneath the bigger man. His eyes caught the scars on her neck and his fingers itched. He wanted to rip them back open, watch the blood run. ‘What do you want?’ He snarled, his voice like sandpaper. Eve looked about ready to run, and she felt it too. She gripped the door, her knuckles turning white. ‘I was just, wondering, when the next mission is.’ She said, trying to sound strong but failing terribly. He moved closer to her. ‘What makes you think I know?’ She blinked. She hadn’t expected that. ‘Bradley said-,’ he was almost upon her now and she fought the urge to take a step back. She wasn’t going to show a weakness to the man. Men like him prayed on the weak. ‘Do you believe everything Bradley says?’ He said mockingly, laughing a low guttural noise. He pressed his hand on the wall beside her head, leaning in, his sharp nail playing with a lock of her hair. She tensed and he could practically hear her heart beating.
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