A/N: Sorry updating took so long, darn writer's block. Anyways, I do not own X-Men, just the plot for this story and any OCS. Read and Review! -MOTH (Maiden of the Heavens)
Chapter 7
She watched with distant eyes, as her long loose ringlet curls fell to the ground of the room she was in. One of the nurses was cutting her hair, short. Too short in the Water-Manipulator's opinion, it had taken her years to grow her hair nearly to her backside, and now with a few cuts from a pair of scissors, it was turning into a pixie cut. She hated it.
Aster looked up, and caught sight of Victor watching her from the window that outlined the door. The nurses were nice enough to strap her wrists down to the sides of the chair, so all she could was give her so-called a mentor a very cold glare.
"Oh, don't be so angry, Doll." He sneered, and one of his claws caressed the side of her cheek. "It'll grow back. It's only hair."
"I don't like it." She grumbled, and looked up almost in surprise as Sabertooth sliced one of his claws on his opposite hand against the bounds, and they easily tore in two as if he was ripping off a Band-Aid.
The nurse backed away, fear clear in her light brown eyes, that matched her knotted up hair. The scissors clattered to the ground, Victor's sneer became more for the need of bloodlust, but he was not going to be one to attack her.
"Doll, why don't you teach her lesson?" He questioned, laying one of his massive hands onto her shoulder now, as he bent closer to breath the suggestion in her ear.
"Is she disposable?" Aster pondered with a tilt of her head.
In the days that followed after killing the young mutant boy, she had learned that the humans that worked here, could easily be replaced. Victor had taught her to call them disposables. The mutants that she got rid of were useless, at least to man who ran this so-called operation for a higher power. Useless to Stryker, the man she now loathed. But still he held her life in his hands, or rather Sabertooth did.
Sighing, she went to tuck her hair back behind her ears, and then remembered that half of it was now on the cement floor at her feet. Her powers activated, and the strings dropped from her fingertips to the water that dripped out of the faucet of the sink. The Water glided over to her and she quickly used the cold of the room to turn the water into deadly ice spears.
The ice spears were hurled toward the nurse has she backed against the wall, seven of them embedded into the wall, along the outline of her body, the eight one floating right between her fear struck eyes.
Victor smirked in satisfaction, as the smell of urine filled the room, and dark spot on nurse's jeans was noticeable.
Aster's nose crinkled in disgust, as the ice spear turned into water, as did its fellows, and splashed onto the floor. She left the room, and the nurse to bawl into tears when she finally sunk to the ground below her.
Once they both out into the hall, soldiers came running toward them guns raised. The Water-Manipulator cursed under her breath in her native tongue. The nurse had pushed the panic button that was in the room, the one that sent silent alarm warning the soldiers that they were not keeping the dangerous mutants, the ones that found a purpose and reason to live thanks to man that kidnap them, in line.
Her vision switched, the dark ovals in her sea-green eyes becoming cat-like slits. The strings dropped from inside her fingertips and connected with the windpipes and hearts of the soldiers that surrounded her and beast in the flesh of a man.
An inhuman growl rumbled out of Sabertooth's throat, and before Aster could do anything he had one of his massive hands over her eyes. Blocking her vision, making the strings become slack, but she tightened them again. She was only one that could hear the sound that made as the slack lessened so quickly, like the high pitched whine of a fishing line. Victor shoved Aster into her wall, one hand still around her eyes, the other now grasping her chin with two fingers, and slowly tightening around her neck.
She lost control of her powers then, the strings retreating back into her fingers. "Stop, Doll." he ordered, coldly.
Aster was about to protest, when he squeaked her throat just a little tighter, her brain beginning to beg for the oxygen that needed, as she began to get light headed. He released his hand from where it was covering her sea-green eyes, that had been staring into the darkness of his palm for the last three minutes. She blinked at him, her vision once again normal.
He did not release the hold he had around her neck, not even when the soldiers retreated to wherever they had come from.
"You told me, it was killed or be killed." She said quietly, and a ghost of a proud smirk flittered across Victor's mouth for such a split of a second that she thought she had missed it.
"I know, but killing all of them would leave far too much for me." He explained gruffly, and finally released his hand from her neck. Little pinpricks of blood oozed and trickled down the extremely light brown skin, as Victor used his tongue to lick away the red liquid.
A shudder ran down the Water-Manipulator's spine, as she ignored the heat that coursed through her blood. She did not want to give him more work to do. Besides when Victor returned from taking care of the bodies, he smelled so vile that she did not want to be near him. Smoke, and burning flesh from the incinerator was never a pleasant smell.
And thanks to Stryker, the two of them shared a room. A small bedroom with conjoined full bath, one king size bed that took up most of the space. And even though she did not want to be near him, he would pull her onto the bed with him.
Stripe her until her bare skin was nipped by the cold of the room, and then slip the disgusting smelling shirt, he had been wearing during the work onto her. And if that was not even, he would press her into his shirtless chest until she got used to smell all over again.
"You need to get used to the smell of death." He would tell her every single time in a low growl at her ear, and just for the hell of it, he would bite her earlobe hard enough so that it bled.
Aster cleared her mind of the sickening thought, and began to head down the hall, but her mentor/torturer grabbed her by the wrist not in the least bit way of gentle, and slammed her into the wall so hard, that pain shot up through her back and dazed her sight with itty-bitty black dots dancing in front her eyes.
"I think maybe I've taught you too well, Doll." He growled, "You don't even scream anymore, when I cause you pain."
Aster's eyes narrowed, as his coal black eyes seemed to grow darker with a feeling that never made her happy when she saw it in the depths of his orbs. "Maybe you're starting to enjoy it?" He pondered aloud.
He dug his claws into her jawline, and kissed her roughly on the mouth. Allowing his fangs to dig into her bottom lip. Warm blood trickled down her mouth, but he only licked it away.
She had grown used to the knot that would twist in her stomach, and almost grown used to the whimpers that escaped her mouth. But this was about surviving, and perhaps some where deep down inside, she was starting to enjoy the pain he caused her, a little too much.
A/N: I hope you liked the chapter, I will try to update soon. -MOTH (Maiden of the Heavens)
