Chapter 4

As they-whoever they were-carried her, her open wounds began to throb even worse than when she was lying on the floor.

"Ready..1,2,3."

She was lifted and placed on a cold metal surface the smell of rubbing alcohol drifting into her nostrils. Someone was cutting her shirt off, but before she could protest, something was shoved over her face and a feeling of complete relaxation came over her. In the distance-as she drifted off-a voice said:

"Don't worry sweetheart, we'll fix you up."

Autumn was suddenly home again, but it was weird, the light from outside cast everything in red. The hallway seemed to sway as she moved down it-had it always been this long? Lightning flashed, casting everything in a bluish white before it went completely dark-the red light no longer lighting her way. This was not her home, it was bigger in this hallway, there were rooms on one side and windows lined the other.

A figure moved in the dark and was lit by the next flash of light-Beth. Autumn felt her heart skip a beat, she had not seen her in two years and now she was standing in front of her. Excitement quickly faded when she saw something move in the rafters, a larger more powerful figure.

'Oh god.'

Bed didn't even see him drop down in front of her until she was inched from him and he was moving toward her. The flashes of lightning lighting his naked form.

"Where are you going Beth?"

Another figure moved in the dark off to her left, she looked in its direction just as lightning lit the hallway. It was a demonic thing, it was naked in the doorway watching Victor and Beth. There was no mouth where its mouth should be and it had the most dead eyes she had ever seen. They were circled in red and just seemed to see right through anything they looked at. She turned back towards Beth and Victor, watching in panicked horror.

"Home, I just want to go home."

Before he could say anything, Autumn yelled.

"Beth!"

She didn't even know why she yelled, she knew that it was dumb but still she yelled for her best friend. Both men looked at her, they actually saw her in the never ending darkness which she had hoped would hide her. Realizing her mistake, she backed away slowly. It was too late, that other mutant was in front of her suddenly and he reached for her.

"No!"

Autumn sat straight up, tears coating her cheeks, her skin clammy with a cold sweat and her whole body shaking with fear. A woman in her early thirties was at her bedside in a flash-dressed in a white lab coat-trying to calm her down.

"Ssh...Autumn. It was a dream. Sweetie, I need you to lie back and settle down. You'll rip out your stitches if you keep moving that violently."

She allowed the woman to push her back but she rambled on about her nightmare as she did.

"It almost got me! He-it! And Beth! I couldn't get her! It left her!"

"Ssh...It was a nightmare, a bad reaction to the anesthesia."

The woman stroked her hair as she tried to calm Autumn down, taking a pen light and checking her pupils.

"It is wearing off now. You should be able to sleep fine now."

Autumn finally allowed herself to calm enough to survey her surroundings. The room was not a hospital room, the walls were black stone, the bed she sat on was a hospital bed but she new she was in no hospital.

"Where am I?"

"You're safe. I'm your physician while you are here. my name is Dr. Frost. If you need anything, there are two guards by the door just yell at them."

"I thought you said I'm safe."

"You are, just think of them as...insurance of your safety."

Autumn looked up at the bags hanging just above her head, morphine, saline and a blood bag.

"Doctor, just how much blood did I lose?"

Dr. Frost went silent for a moment, seeming to contemplate her next sentence carefully.

"A bit too much," She was quick to change the subject. "Now, you need to rest. You have some healing to do."

Quickly fixing the covers she left the room before Autumn could ask anymore questions. With a bored sigh she lay back on the pillow but the nightmare was too vivid for her to want to sleep. Still, the morphine was doing its job on her and at some point it won-throwing her into another nightmare.


There was crime scene tape around the house when she pulled up and upon seeing it, she filled with an anger so hot everything around her shifted. She fought to keep control on herself but Autumn was the little sister she never had and if she was hurt, beth would tear apart the world to find her.

With a deliberate slowness, she dismounted the bike and headed for the house. The tape melted as she got closer to the house and she realized there was no keeping it all inside. Apparently the police had boarded the doors shut but that was no boundary for her. She could just disintegrate the boards but instead she gave the door an angry kick, splitting the boards in half. It helped to release some of her anger.

As soon as she stepped in the house she could smell him.

"I know he is not that suicidal. Show up here and dare to even touch her? Is he really that stupid?"

Beth moved down the hall and ripped the tape down from her bedroom and threw the door open. On the wall by the bed were claw marks, the scent of sex and blood lingered in the air. The sheets were gone, the mattress was still there and on it she saw the one thing that sent her into a rage-Autumn's blood.

It took her back to her own pain, being clawed, beaten, raped and caged like an animal. Flashbacks hit her in small increments. Now she could replay the scene before her-Victor digging his claws into Autumn as tears filled her eyes. To hear her voice crying out in pain and no one here to save her. Just the thought of him touching her and the blood. That red spot screamed at her, putting Autumn's screams on repeat.

With a growl she felt the hate rise in her and she felt the pressure in the room shift, becoming thick as the heat radiated from her body. She could no longer contain the rage in her chest that had been clawing its way up her lungs, burning her inside out.

"Victor!"

The windows all blew outward and the walls in Autumn's bedroom cracked down the middle. She had let him live but now she was going to rip him apart layer by layer. With the rage out of her lungs, she stood a moment, her chest rising and falling in slow murderous breaths. The color of her eyes was almost metallic and the heat rising off her smelled like hot metal.

Beth left the house slowly, looking about and seeing bits of him everywhere-a footprint, claw mark and droplets of blood. The thought of him hurting her best friend still playing in her mind-the sound of her crying out for him to stop.

She squeezed her eyes shut, furrowing her brow and locking her jaw so tight it prickled with pain. The air around her stilled suddenly and she felt her skin burning as the hate inside wormed out of her. Beth was fighting not to destroy the area around her with he mutation-digging her nails into her palm to calm herself.

When she opened her eyes she took a deep breath, sighing slowly and looking around for clues. But there was nothing to tell her what direction he had gone. She began to rack her mind for ideas of who would know his location and what suicidal thought made him take Autumn.

Beth began to walk the driveway, looking for anything that might clue her in as to his direction. When she reached the end of the driveway she noticed the tire tracks in the mud on one side did not match any in the yard. She knelt down, touching them and feeling the grooves with her fingertips.

"You didn't chase her down. That isn't like you Victor. So, are you working with someone?"

It was the only lead she had, the tire tracks and the direction they went. Slowly moving back up the driveway she looked at the mud where Autumn always back the car up to turn around and leave the driveway. The tracks were not there.

"A military transport vehicle. You didn't go very far, I'm sure of it."

Beth ran to her bike, jumped on and started it. She backed up turning the bike around and leaving just as quickly as she had come.


The grin never left his cat-like features as he headed toward the showers-a towel tossed over his bare muscular shoulder. Without his belt his pants just barely hung on his hips, dark curls peeking above the button that kept them on. His bare feet made no noise as he padded into the shower room-his smile widening when he found no on in there. Good, he could take care of his growing issue. Just the mention of Beth made him swell. That girl was so much fun, a worthy opponent and not to mention she felt like satin wrapped around him.

Tossing the towel on the rack, he unbuttoned his pants, not even having to unzip them for them to fall. With his growing erection finally free, he ran his hand down his deliciously carved stomach and over his long hard shaft. A small moan escaped him-god he missed her mouth and the feel of her. That thought only made his issue worse.

Victor moved over to the shower, turning the nozzle to hot and placing his hands on the tile wall in front of him. He dipped his head into the water, hanging it low and letting it run down his face, wetting his mane before dripping down onto the rest of his muscular form.

"Ohh..." He purred.

Slowly he turned, letting the water run down his torso to those dark curls that hid nothing of his manhood. The smell of hot water, blood and Autumn drifting up to his nostrils. Turning around he grabbed the soap he had brought, lathering his chest, stomach and legs rather aggressively.

When he rinsed off he ran a hand down his stomach to grasp his long hard shaft-his fingers tracing their way around it. They moved up to the head, circling the tip and making him shiver. In long slow strokes he began to work every inch of his enticing manhood, putting a hand on the wall to steady himself.

"Ooh..."

Flashbacks of Beth came back to him, the feeling of her tightening around him. This thought quickly switched to Autumn and the very fresh memory of her squirming under him. Victor began to stroke faster and harder, leaning on the shower wall.

"Beth...mmm Autumn."

The taste of her still lingered on his tongue making him growl as he ran his tongue around his mouth. Now he was leaning against the tile under the shower head, the water running down his powerfully dangerous physic as he stroked himself. It was a breath taking sight, the water running down his body, his hand moving up and down his shaft, eyes closed, shivering hard as he grows closer to climax and him panting with sexual arousal.

A fantasy of him having both the girls, started to play in his mind and he moaned. Victor was panting now as he fantasized about them both begging for him to stop. He was coming closer, stroking harder and faster-his claws on his free hand scraping the tile as he tried to keep standing

He pressed against the wall as he finally climaxed with a growl. The hot water rinsing his liquid heat down the drain as he stroked through his orgasm.

"Ohh...yeahh."

When he regained strength in his legs he stood straight, rinsed the remainder of his orgasm off and shut the shower off. He grabbed his towel just as one of Dr. Frost's nurses was passing by. She saw him, paused, blushed and hurried off. This only made Victor grin as he began toweling off. The towel barely covered him as he headed for his room, if that nurse was lucky, he would not need that towel.