Title: Decision
Author: aranenumenesse
Email: aranenumenesse at yahoo dot com
Rating: NC-17
Summary: You have to make your decision, Marie.
Series: Cannibal
Category: AU
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I just loan them for a while from Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
Archive: Go ahead if you like it. But please, notify me if you take it.
Continuity: Continuation from Hero's Return (War Hero)
Genre: Dark
Author's notes: This is getting even darker. And here I was thinking I could follow the same rollercoaster as I have done with the rest of my fics, sugary foof right after angst and darkness… Looks like this isn't all there yet. Maybe some more later.
This wasn't happening. She closed her eyes when clawed hands tore her thighs a part. This wasn't happening. Strong legs were forcing her to open up even more. Heavy weight of the man's body forced air out of her lungs when he slammed in, cock hard and hot as a poker, but it didn't matter. It really wasn't happening. And when it was over, and man was licking tears from her face, thanking her, she didn't really hear his voice, because he wasn't there. He wasn't there before he left, locking the door behind him. Finally she was able to curl to a tiny ball around her throbbing and aching body, and curse him.
She had been on her way to the library, when suddenly, out of the blue, motorcycle had roared past her. Her first impulse had been to wave at the driver, but she had held her hand down. It wasn't Logan. It would be Logan never again. So instead she had concentrated to the cracks on the pavement under her feet. Sound of the motorcycle had suddenly risen. Hard hand had tangled around her waist and she had dropped her book bag, when driver had snatched her off from the street, lifting her sitting securely between his legs. She hadn't dared to fight, not in the speed bike had been going. They had driven nearly an hour, out from the city; following rarely used narrow dirt paths at the outskirts of it. Bike had finally stopped in front of a ramshackle hut in the middle of nowhere. Driver had gotten off from the bike and taken off his helmet, and it was time to scream.
She woke up and grimaced. Blood and semen had acted like glue during her short nap, smearing her thighs together. Her skin prickled when she tried to move. Narrow cot creaked alarmingly when she rolled down from it, on to her knees to the cold cement floor. There was a bucket in the corner. No running water, just a bucket to take care of her natural needs, and another bucket filled with cold water in another corner, for drinking and washing up. Once a day he came, brought food and used her, then left, leaving her behind locked door. And somehow it all would have been much easier to bear if he didn't thank her after every time.
"Relax, kid." She was sitting at Xavier's front porch on a swing. Logan was there, sitting on a porch railing, leaning his back to the support beam.
"How have you been?" She asked. Logan smiled his crooked smile.
"Not bad… But I heard you're not feeling so peachy." She shrugged her shoulders.
"At least I'm getting it regular basis, now."
"Right. Why don't you drop him? I know you can."
"I don't want that creep rattling around in my head. It's enough he's rattling around in other parts."
"Is he that good?" Logan asked.
She pulled herself out of that image and crawled to bucket to throw up. Christ! She couldn't even daydream anymore! She leaned her head to the wall and wiped her mouth groaning. Felt something hard and cold against her cheek. Ring. Logan's ring. She hadn't had the guts to take it away. She tore it off and threw it away. It clinked and skittered over the floor, ending under the cot. She scrambled hastily after it and fished it out, putting it back on her finger. She wasn't ready for that. Not yet. She gazed towards the door. Small patch of light filtered from under it. It was fools hope. She had broken all her nails trying to shimmy it open. It was heavy and surprisingly sturdy. Whole shack was made out of metal.
Evening came. Man came with food. She ate, and then man came again. Distantly she was worried about the end result of all the coming he did. She sure wasn't going to bare his child. She wasn't ready for that. Only child she had ever even contemplated was Logan's, and now even that little critter was out of her reach. No mini-wolverines running around. No white picket fence. No comfortable wicker chair on the front porch. No family dinners on Sunday afternoons. She didn't dare to think what Logan's idea of a casserole would be.
"You know, I have been there. In this shack of yours. You were there, too. Not the most pleasant hotel. Rude employees, crap for food and housing arrangements leave room for improvement. But I made it through. Kept thinking about you. Talked with you. In a way it was the best week of my life. Just the two of us, no pesky interruptions." Logan was back. Sitting in her cot, rubbing the soles of her feet.
"You do realize you're not real?" She asked, moaning a bit when his fingers found particularly sweet spot, just below her toes. Logan chuckled.
"I'm as real as you want me to be. Turn around, I'll do your calves." She did as he asked. Strong, warm fingers started to massage her sore muscles.
"Why didn't you kill him?" She asked.
"Who? Victor? I didn't want to. He wasn't a bad guy per say, Magneto had just gotten him confused."
"A bad guy? That guy is boning your wife on daily basis, and he's just confused?" She couldn't believe her ears.
"I didn't say he was sane. And don't think even a minute this is about you. It's me he would like to be doing. He's not doing this to get his rocks off. He's doing this to humiliate me, like I humiliated him back in that warehouse." All the while he was talking, Logan's hands traveled higher.
"And again it's all about you…" she muttered almost sleepily.
"No. It's about us." His hands were kneading her buttocks now. Funny how it didn't hurt. She knew she was black and blue from there, as well as her lower back, too.
Angry growl of motorcycle disrupted her feel good session with Logan. This time there was no food. This time man didn't touch her. He just sat there, staring at her. Then he started to talk.
"I liked you better when you screamed." She didn't answer. She didn't even blink. Maybe this time he would leave for good.
"Maybe it's time to tell the runt where to find you. I'm getting tired of waiting him to find out himself. And he was supposed to be the smart one…" Go ahead. Tell him. See if he comes.
"Won't… Come…" With Logan it was easy to talk, but talking with the man hurt. Hurt her swollen and cracked lips. Every breath chafed broken bones in her ribcage together. From the sound of her voice man laughed.
"I heard you had a little disagreement. But he'll come." How come he was so sure? Logan had made a promise. He wouldn't come unless she asked him to.
"Rogue?" Voice was distantly familiar. Not Logan. Again it called her. Suddenly Professor was there with her. There was somebody else with him. She could feel cold, calculative mind.
"I have a lock on her. How do you want to do this?"
"Alone." Both of her guests disappeared. She didn't mind. After all, Professor had been just a professor, distant figure behind his enormous desk. He had never rubbed her back like Logan was doing now, nimble fingers finding all the knotted muscles and nerve endings.
"Where were we before we got so rudely interrupted?" She didn't answer. He would pick up the conversation from where he wanted anyway.
"Why the hell it has to be so hard? You, know, I haven't slept so good lately. Not after I left. Xavier uses big words, and tells me I have issues." This was interesting. Daydream was having issues. Did that mean she was losing her mind?
"No. You're not losing your mind. You're surprisingly sane, considering it has been almost six days already. At least you're still talking."
"Yeah. But just for you. I don't like to talk with him. It hurts."
"Won't hurt much longer. I'm coming to get you out. Just sit tight and keep on screaming when he wants you to.
"You're coming for me? Not that other?" Logan's fingers were stroking her scalp now, and it felt so good.
"I had to ask him to help, but he has no claims over you. You can stick with me, if you want to. Or I can leave, too. It's up to you what happens after you get out." She turned on her back and took his hands on her own, rubbing them between her palms. There was no ring on his finger. He noticed her confusion and smiled sadly.
"I'm just a daydream. He's coming for you. He has the ring. You have to make your decision, Marie."
Screams and sounds of scuffle from outside. Something heavy lands on the door. Whole shack around her is shuddering, door gives up and opens. Sabretooth falls in. Something dark stalks in after him. It doesn't talk. It grabs him from the collar of his furred cloak and pulls him on his feet. Cold metal flashes. Sabretooth is screaming again. Scream ends to a gurgling sound, when Logan slits his throat, almost severing his spine. Then he drags Sabretooth back out.
She can smell gasoline. She follows them with numb legs. Logan has hacked off Sabretooth's legs and arms, and is pouring gasoline all over him.
"I told you to stay down. Should have listened," he barks, leaning close enough that bigger mutant can hear him. Then he backs off and digs a booklet of matchsticks and a cigar from his pocket. Lights the cigar and throws still burning matchstick to still breathing pile of severed limbs and organs. Gasoline lights up instantly.
"Scott waits there. I'll stay and make sure this bastard burns," he says, pointing towards dark SUV parked to a small distance from the pyre. Stench of burning flesh caresses her when she takes couple steps, closing the distance between them and embraces him.
"I want you to come home, Logan."