Rating: Mature for sexual content, violence, and language
Synopsis: What would you do if you were deemed subhuman and inferior by a law that your government has implemented into your world by force? The very government that was supposed to protect you from harm has now turned you into the enemy. What would you do if you were suddenly treated like cattle? After all, those who don't know their history is doomed to repeated it right?
Genre: Drama
A/N: This story is set before the formation of the X-men.
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The Weather Witch and the Pussy Cat
He watched from the shadows as she moved towards her car, her white hair a stark contrast against her skin and even more of a contrast against the darkened street. He grinned continuing his game of predator and prey as she didn't even bother to look back. He had to suppress a chuckle as she unlocked her car door and finally entered into the driver's seat closing the door with a click. He didn't move as the car started and she drove off rounding the corner back to her house ten minutes outside of town.
Ororo Munroe finally relaxed as she drove home. He had been watching her intently as she'd walked from the high rise building of her job to her car. He was dangerous and though she hadn't turned around to check she knew who he was. She was in a piss poor mood tonight though, and the sky reflected it. Scott Summers, her boss, had made her stay later than usual that night to make sure the Clarington report was finished while he scurried home to his wife. She pressed the power button of her car stereo as she drove the twisted highway home. God, did she need an aspirin at the moment.
She adjusted the volume on the radio as the next track started glancing down every so often. She wiped her eyes just as drops of rain started to hit the windshield.
"You will not cry Munroe," She said to herself finally getting frustrated at the poor radio reception out in the middle of nowhere and again hitting the power button. She wasn't crying because her boss was an asshole who made her stay late from time to time. No, that wasn't the case. She'd been listening to the news as she worked glancing at the television set from time to time. Tonight was the night the bill was voted upon and tonight was the night that they'd passed the bill. It hadn't even been contest, both the House and the Senate had voted unanimously and so the round up would begin in less than a week's time.
All mutants would be rounded up, tagged, and monitored like cattle. What the hell was congress thinking when they passed this law? Obviously they weren't. Mutants would be mad, they knew this and she suspected that by tomorrow, if not tonight, there would be riots where a lot of people would die or be seriously injured. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened, the rain fell and the wind gushed more tenacity than it had a second ago.
She turned on her right turn signal as she slowed to make the turn up her curving driveway. The woods surrounding the house were alive with the noise of nocturnal creatures searching for either food or mates. As she pulled up into the gravel driveway from the blacktopped road she noticed that the house was dark. Either he hadn't made it back from town yet or he was asleep. She parked her Camry in the carport and cut the ignition.
"He knows when you're upset, relax." She wiped at her eyes. The last thing she needed was an upset feral on her hands on a night like this. She sighed and sat there for a moment taking slow deep breaths as the backdoor opened revealing the tall blonde feral known as Victor Creed.
"They passed it," he commented when he reached the driver's side of her car. She nodded not trusting her voice given the circumstances as he squatted down eye level to her when she finally opened the door. He wasn't much for news; she knew that, deeming the world bad enough for him not to need it but when it came to anything possibly involving mutants he'd endure it.
She bit down on her bottom lip slightly before stepping out of the car. "I'm fine Victor," she gave him a smile that was obviously forced and as a result he growled a deep menacing thing that would have scared most people shitless. She stared at him the effect completely lost on someone like him after all, why would someone twice her size and three times her strength be intimidated by her. She was a weather witch true, once worshipped as a goddess by thousands upon thousands, and had dangerous elements at her disposal, but with him, it did not a lick of good.
"No you ain't, didn't really expect this to sit too good with you either." he was naked from the waist up and his hair was still damp from the shower he'd just taken. Any other night the sight would have been marvelous but tonight, while still wonderful, she didn't want to like that. Tonight all she wanted was time sleep and comfort.
"Does it sit well with you?" she asked looking up the seven inch difference between them as he stood rising to his full height. She knew the answer would be no that in fact it didn't sit well with him at all but she asked anyway. He shook his head refusing to answer verbally. Victor Creed had never been much for politics or much for anything really except himself, the occasional hooker, satisfying his needs and now her. They had an understanding that she didn't mind most days as long as he didn't bring what he did home. As long as he kept his "jobs" to himself and there were no threats on her life. She knew full well that he was a killer, it was his nature and she wouldn't change that. Couldn't change that was more of an accurate assessment.
His hand was on her lower back as he led them inside closing the door behind them. They'd been living together for two years now, two complete opposites. He was wild, always had been, and always would be even if to the outside world (his employers and targets excluded) he seemed tamed. She on the other hand was his calming half able to bring him down from the worst moods except blood lust. It had been hard at first the two of them together a predator and his prey.
She nodded and with a gentle nudge from him walked towards the kitchen with him now behind her. She sighed when she heard the door locks and when straight for the coffee maker sitting on the kitchen counter only to be stopped with a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"No coffee," he growled into her ear walking her gently towards the bathroom any other time she would have argued with him or just simply did what she'd liked but tonight she only gave a defeated sigh. He maneuvered her wordlessly to sit on the lid of the toilet as he started her bath adjusting the temperature to her likeness. She watched him eyes intent as the muscles in his back worked while he was bent over. Her mind was on autopilot entirely too tired to process really anything so when he began to undress her jacket first she jumped. His hands stilled half way through the motion waiting for her heartbeat to return to normal before he continued and soon, she was standing in front of him in only her underwear shoulders drooped slightly and body tired.
"Wash yer face babe. I'll be back." He left without another word or explanation leaving her standing there for a moment before turning to the sink. She washed, scrubbing vigorously to remove what little make up she wore hearing faintly over the sound of the water the tea kettle whistle loudly in the kitchen and a few moments later as she dried her face and neck of moisture he set a mug of hot tea down on the countertop.
"Do you want me to help?" His voice was softer than it had been earlier. Not demanding but not exactly peaceful. It calmed her much like Logan's had once upon a time. She frowned shaking her head slightly. She was Victor's now and that was all that mattered. She wouldn't think of Logan after all he'd been missing now for these past three years. He'd left her. "Ro?"
She nodded and watched his reflection in the mirror, saw the hunger there under the surface of it all, that need to be buried inside of her to the hilt. She felt him begin to stiffen inside the pajama bottoms he wore against her lower back. She gave him a loving smile as she unhooked her bra letting it drop to the floor at her feet. It amazed her how his emotions could change almost within the blink of an eye. She watched as he nuzzled her neck gently causing her breath to hitch in her throat at the tickle of his facial hair. His fingernails hooked into the sides of her underwear slicing the sides of the delicate lace but that was as far as he went. He led her to the bath tub letting her step down into the steaming water before he positioned himself to sit on the floor beside her.
"They want us to register," her voice sounded distance as if she were speaking from a place far away. "Do you think we should?" She closed her eyes as he handed her the mug of tea, she hadn't even been aware that he'd moved. She took a careful sip relaxing a bit as the warm liquid slip down her throat warming her instantaneously. She handed it back to him and registered the small clink of glass being set on the floor.
"In all honestly? I don't like the idea Ro, and we're not gonna do it," His voice was low and if she wasn't mistaken held an edge of, was that fear? I couldn't be. She turned to face him studying his face for any trace of it. Any hint of what he was feeling but his face had closed upon itself betraying nothing. When he finally spoke again it was gone. "They're gonna try and mark us, the only person putting any type of marks on you, is me."
She nodded turning back around his hands going to her shoulders massaging the tense muscles there that had begun to hurt. Her eyes closed and before long she felt herself being washed gently by his strong hands. "I love you Victor." She mumbled as she drifted into unconsciousness.
She jerked awake to find herself in their bed, Victor curled around her like a human shield, and in some cases that was exactly what he was, her shield. She snuggled into him listening to his heart beat in the rhythm that she'd grown so used to over the past two years. His was slower than Logan's had been, calmer. After all, what did he have to worry about, what could possibly scare this bolder of a man she'd grown to love. He snored softly his arm draped across her waist protectively, their fingers interlaced. She closed her eyes letting sleep take hold of her again but before she drifted off she could swear she heard a growl outside of their bedroom window that didn't belong to the man behind her.
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He watched as they slept, the woman he'd once loved and vowed to protect asleep in the arms of the person he hated the most. He released the claws hidden deep inside his wrists, the corner of his mouth curled slightly in a snarl. He left his mark on the tree beside him, three deep gouges to let his enemy know that he was back. That he was back for what was his, his Ro, his weather witch, his mate. He wanted him to come after him, it had been entirely too long since the last time they had had a run in with each other.
Let him come, he thought to himself as he peered through their window. It hadn't been that long ago when he and her had shared a bed, shared a life, shared everything and now she had betrayed him with that thing. He wanted him to come, wanted to sink six inches of adamantium in him so bad that he shuddered at the very thought of 'd have to be patient though and that was something he was good at. Logan walked off, cursing silently to himself at being such a fool to ever leave her, no matter what the circumstances had been. Let him come.