This chapter is about as mature as it gets with an actual fucking sex scene (pun intended), because apparently all M rated fics here need one.

There's your warning and hetero sex is weird. Really, really weird.


CHAPTER NINE: Cracked

Two years ago, my future looked something out of one of those postcards about the Great White Canadian North; a quaint little cabin in the middle of nowhere, ribbons of the bright green Aurora Borealis tumbling across the starry sky, a tiny outdoor fire pit with vague figures enjoying beers and roasted marshmallows. Mom would come up to visit for the holidays, maybe my brother would adopt a kid, perhaps his paintings might give him well-deserved media attention and fame. It would snow for half the year and then rain, rain, rain, until two months of blistering heat.

Two years ago, I would've been waking up to crisp cold air and vast tundra where the only neighbours around were occasional wolf packs and prospectors. I would've been happy. I would've been safe.


Fenris was awake. In a sense.

She could wiggle her fingers, she could scrunch her toes, and she could generally twitch and wriggle like a paralysed worm on a hook.

The main issue was determining if she was on the ground or somehow suspended in air, her stomach was twisting itself into knots like an agitated snake but that could because of a few days without food or water. The darkness she thought she woke to was the kind that wrapped around her head in such a fashion that her eyes could not open, and every limb was strapped down, bolted down. There was no sound or movement of air, just the stench of her own sweat because the straitjacket made her body so hot, beads of sweat trickled down her bare cheeks.

Sometimes, she could've sworn there was someone else in the room with her; whether it was Zanya or the whispering shadows, she wasn't sure. They kept moaning and crying, gunshots rang out in the air, there was someone laughing. Always laughing in distorted, stretched tones.

Was this insanity?

Maybe, the shadows answered. Always shadows. Just shadows.

Right?

…right?


Despite a perpetual darkness, Fenris could've sworn the shadows had their own shape and shade. She could see them weaving indiscriminately in front of her eyelids like plumes of cigarette smoke, her nose twitched at the scents she couldn't smell. And they moved through her, piercing her lungs with flaky tendrils and long perverse tongues growing fireflies that clung to her cheeks. It didn't hurt, any pain she felt had to have been hunger pains, yet it seemed like at times her veins must've been full of shadows slithering in amongst her blood cells.

And they talked. Their voices scratching against her eardrums like nails on a chalkboard or lulling like murmured lullabies. There was a constant buzz, a constant white noise crackling around her like a series of eyes flapping open and closed.

She was lost at sea and all the creatures of the deep dark depths could see her. See everything.

Clusters of eyes stared out from the corners of the walls, lashing tongues licked the inside of her ears.

And then Logan appeared – his voice muted, his body sluggishly pulling itself together again. He looked like melting molasses, viscous and languidly dripping soundlessly onto the floor.

Other times Hideki appeared as a wisp of cloud blown about the room, his voice rapid and spinning, endlessly repeating itself.

When the blindfold eventually came off, Fenris couldn't focus on just one shadow. Her vision tunneled, her eyes reaching for Logan and Hideki even when Zanya blocked her view in every way. Fenris felt anger, as angry as her namesake was at Ragnarok; if Zanya volunteered as Tyr, Fenris would oblige the myth accordingly. But Zanya was always too far away to bite or spit at, smart enough not to come too close lest Fenris snap.

She was smug and confident for seventeen years, wound up in revenge for a man she couldn't have loved that dearly. He was always gone somewhere doing something, and a mother's touch hardly reared this she-devil. Other things cultivated this mind, things Fenris had no desire learning about.

And then she noticed blood.

Dirty crimson splotches, bright accents against the floor and walls like wayward stars, abstract. The shadows cowered in the corners, whispering rapidly and sinking through the dirty gray walls. Fenris jerked against the metal bolting her to the wall, half-formed pleads dying on her lips –

"Cobra will be here soon, another week or so."

Fenris stared dumbly at Zanya, her tongue numb.

"He'll be picking up Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes as well, Erebus is mine to keep."

"…what?" she croaked, gasping as Zanya was suddenly clutching her neck.

"Erebus used me to kill my father when I trusted him. I'm going to tear him a part piece by fucking piece and you won't be here to see it." She slapped Fenris, her face pulled up into a mad grin.

"Maybe I'll send a video or something, who even knows how long you lot will last in the Commander's custody."

And Zanya vanished again, Fenris wasn't sure how quickly she'd left, the shadows clouded her vision again, faster and harsher and too real.

The angulating shadows whipped around the room, coating the walls with inky blackness yet retreating from the splashes of red. They were screaming and crying, whirling around like banshees or hurricanes, maybe both.

And then, in the midst of that, Snake Eyes was standing in the room.

Fenris felt sick, shivering uncontrollably as his hands cupped her face, his thumbs breaking through the tear tracks. The sensation of his bare fingers on her skin made her moan despite herself, leaning into him as he peeled his mask off, cracked lips kneading into her cheeks.

Fenris shrieked, staring at Snake Eyes's face as it ripped and cracked like a Picasso painting, angry splotches of dried blood, his blue, blue eyes falling out of his eye sockets.

"Faker!" she screeched, squeezing her eyes shut and shutting her jaw, getting a mouthful of skin.

Whoever that was, and it wasn't Snake Eyes, screamed. Heavy fists battered her face and Fenris let go, spitting up blood and rocking awkwardly.

"FAKER, FAKER, FAKER." She repeated hysterically, the shadows parting as the figure ran from the room, shutting the door loudly and simultaneously shutting off the lights.

The shadows folded over her, wrapping her up like a mummy or cocoon. She felt tired suddenly, so, so, tired.


Snake Eyes was alert and lethal, remarkably unbound as he sat on his knees in the middle of the cell. He'd been stripped of his weapons and suit, left in a pair of white pants that were much too big for him. The stagnant air wrapped around him, sinking into his skin, laying flat all over his body. He felt no fear even as the door opened and six Red Ninja filed into the room equipped with wooden swords. He did not open his eyes until Zanya entered, nodding his head in greeting as she sat down in front of him.

"You've killed about half of my forces alone this week." She said slowly.

Snake Eyes's lips twitched.

"And I hope you appreciate the setup here while it lasts, Cobra's finishing a few things on his end before picking you guys up."

Snake Eyes blinked but otherwise made no real reaction to her words.

Zanya scowled.

She anticipated difficulty in cracking Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes, and she purposely avoided Storm Shadow these days because nothing unsettled him. But she still had an ace up her sleeve – question would be if he believed it entirely.

Zanya rose up and snapped her fingers, the six Red Ninja swarmed Snake Eyes and hoisted him to his feet. They pushed him against the back wall, pulling down a pair of manacles and locking his wrists inside. One ninja moved to the corner of the room and grabbed a length of chain, pulling it until Snake Eyes's arms were high above his head and his toes just barely scrapped along the floor.

His face remained impassive even as Zarana slid into the room with a head of newly dyed blue hair; she wore what looked like a very small hospital, crude black markings dotted her skin and face.

Not detecting any noticeable change from Snake Eyes, Zanya dragged a tall silver canister from outside the room and connected it to a tube with a mask. Snake Eyes inhaled deeply and Zanya nodded, the Red Ninja each pulled out their wooden batons and slammed them into Snake Eyes's stomach. Snake Eyes lurched forward with a surprised grunt, keeping his mouth firmly shit as Zanya stalked over and grasped at his hair. She yanked his head up as four batons kneaded his sides methodically, she slipped the mask over his face and fastened it tightly behind his head, flicking a knob on the canister and stepping back.

At once he felt the gas flickering over his face, but refused to breath in. His ribs wouldn't break from this, oh they'd bruise over but he could withstand that much. Another six strikes later and Zanya slowly backed out of the room, closing the door as Zarana locked it. With a pleased sigh, she sauntered over to Snake Eyes and draped herself over his chest.

"I'm pretty good-looking, aren't I?" she said, mimicking Fenris's voice. "And you have me. All. To. Yourself."

Snake Eyes shook his head, trying to dislodge her from him but she clung, nuzzling into his neck with a soft moan.

"Come on, you've thought about it." She whispered. "You must have, once or twice."

Another six hits flew into his stomach, at least one rib cracked, scrapping his lungs. His lips opened for a millisecond, Zarana giggled and let the gown slip off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor with a muted thud. Snake Eyes shut his eyes, feeling her fingers trail along the edges of the mask.

"Just a little bit more, Snake Eyes. You can do it." Zarana mocked gently in Fenris's soft voice.

Another six hits, and he couldn't hold it.

Blood splattered the inside of the mask, the gas fluttered into his mouth and breezed down his throat like cool shot of whiskey. It burned and scratched all the way down, slithering into his lungs; his eyes watered and his arms gave way, the chains rattled as his body went limp.

For a few seconds, his mind went utterly blank. He gazed around the room, squinting through a thick mist that clouded his vision, everything was fuzzy. He could see the bright red garments of the Red Ninja but could no longer perceive their faces, they looked more like smudged paint.

He shook his head, trying to shake the mask from his face but someone was already wrapping a roll of duct tap around his head, pumping more of the gas into his system. He was going to pass out at this rate, maybe even die with the amount of…whatever that gas was. It had no taste but he been put under before and this felt…wrong.

The mask was so tight, none of the gas could escape, so Snake Eyes kept breathing it in more and more until everything was a vague, formless blur.

"Snake Eyes?"

The ninja raised his head, rapidly blinking his eyes and shuddering. The room swam for a moment, small hands cupped his face.

"What have they done to you?"

Didn't he recognize that voice?

He grunting, pulling vainly at the chains and shaking his head. He couldn't see them properly, just the blue of their hair…blue hair…He knew someone with blue hair didn't he?

"It's me, it's Fenris." She leaned in towards him and Snake Eyes shivered, this didn't feel right.

And then she was gone, ripped by smudged blobs of red paint; he fell asleep.

He woke later, later.

There was a lithe body shuddering between two red forms, a desperate panting sound coming from the trio of them. He shut his eyes, growling angrily and shaking his head – why couldn't he see clearly? He reopened his eyes and huffed, the mist parted and swam left and right, he saw the door and the three figures in front of the door. Saw Red Ninja, saw Fenris.

Her naked legs were wrapped around a Red Ninja's waist as his cock thrust fiercely inside of her, her hands digging into his shoulders. She was thrusting her hips rapidly against the Red Ninja, whimpering and moaning and feverish at the speed her partner demanded. The other one was carefully sliding his erect penis up her ass, reaching around and toying with her breasts.

And the entire time, she was just staring at him. Staring at him with wide green eyes glittering like emeralds, her face was still a bit of a blur to him but he registered her open mouth and the obscene sounds coming from it. He read his name on her lips, his stomach twisting itself into a tight knot as her voice grew louder and shriller.

Snake Eyes shook his head – this wasn't real.

The one Red Ninja grunted and lifted her off his cock, cumming all over her stomach and bracing himself against the wall, the other one bent her forward and pushed deep into her body. Her back arched and she clutched his hands at fell on either side of her waist. The Red Ninja thrust into her faster, her breathing coming out in quick shallow breaths, why was she staring at him like that?

Another burst of the gas filled the mask, as his vision darkened, the prominent colours of red and blue melted into each other with a loud cry.

His eyes opened again, later, and Fenris meekly padded towards him, smearing the semen over her stomach.

"They made me do it," the smugness in her voice didn't make sense to him. "Do you…want a turn? I'm sure they wouldn't mind?"

She raised herself on her toes, kissing the mask and sinking her nails into his shoulders.

One of her ears was missing.

Snake Eyes growled, swallowing the gas and knocking his head against hers. The mask tore open on one side, he swallowed a lungful of fresh air, jerking against the chains as the Red Ninja fought to hold him back down.

Fenris – Zarana – squeaked and toppled backwards, scrambling backwards as the door reopened and Zanya walked in. She avoided staring at Zarana, dumping a blanket on top of her, and crossing her arms over her chest. She had to have been watching to some degree otherwise she wouldn't have walked in just then. Zanya scowled and ripped the mask off, painfully tearing the duct tape out of his hair with a growl. She lifted his chin up and pulled his pants away from his skin with a minute glance.

"Not even hard?" she scolded. "Nothing gets to you, does it?"

A scream from outside caught their attention and Zandar whipped past the room clutching his face. Zanya hissed and let go of Snake Eyes, running after her uncle and growling for the rest of the room's occupants to follow her.

Snake Eyes did not relax until he was utterly alone again, the darkness of his cell a welcomed roommate as he closed his eyes.

He now had an idea of where one of his friends was.