What Someone is Willing to Give
By: Vainglorious696
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Disclaimer:
Gambit, the X-Men, Essex, and anybody else that you probably recognize is Marvel's. Sin, Dr. Kiltchner, Madeleine, and any
unfarmiliars are mine. Please don't sue me, Marvel- I'm poor. Besides, I spend
more $ on your comics than any lawsuit could possibly ever win.
This is a
brutal story containing graphic violence, MATURE
THEMES, and dark imagery. You
have been warned, therefore, please use your discretion accordingly. Thank You. ~Vain
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Remy sat up, propped inelegantly
between two guards while a third held his arms behind his back. In front of him stood the latest psychic
they had sent to him: a kid in his mid-teens, barely old enough to shave. Remy would have wept if he could- if it didn't
hurt so damn much. The kid was sweating
with the effort he was exerting, and Remy could feel every brush against his
shields as though it was a hammer blow directly to his brain. This couldn't continue much longer. He was tired and hurting and going to crack
soon.
"That's enough for now," the
woman's voiced echoed coldly in the room.
The boy looked up at her. "Just a little bit longer and I think I can break
him, Sin. His shields are getting
weaker by the minute and-"
"How unfortunate that thinking is not part of your job description."
The boy paled considerably and
stood straight up. "Sorry, ma'am."
Sin ignored him. Downcast, the boy shuffled to the door,
reminding Remy of a dog with its tail between its legs. He began to do the mind exercises that Uncle
Steven had taught him as a child. Without the boy's clumsy battering at his mind, it was easier to
concentrate on distancing himself from the pain and stilling his chaotic
emotions.
Whatever ideas he had about trying to regain the sense of detachment that had
sustained him thus far were quickly brought to end when Sin abruptly slapped
him across the face. The blow was so
forceful that, had the guards not been supporting him, he would have been thrown
across the room.
"Hold him up again!" she snarled,
her lovely face twisted in cold fury. "I said hold him!"
She delivered several more punishing blows to his cheek and jaw, the last few
drawing blood. Remy was vaguely aware
of her voice commanding that they release him, but was too distracted by the
stars exploding behind his eyes to fully grasp what was going on around
him. He slipped out of their arms and
flopped bonelessly to the ground like a doll. The air seemed to get thinner and it was hard to breathe.
The first thing that became clear to him was the image of her black
steel-tipped boots next to his head. He
closed his eyes. Whatever she was going to do next, he didn't want to see. She dropped down into crouch next to him and
began to gently stroke his soft red hair. Without warning, she seized a handful towards the crown of his head and
forced him to sit up so that they were at eye level. She leaned down close to him, the scent of her perfume wrapping
around him, choking him. "Careful,
careful, lover. My boss is beginning to
lose his patience... and when he's not happy, I'm not happy. And you wouldn't want me to be unhappy would
you, lover?"
She smiled her smile again, "I
didn't think so." The movement of her
head was so quick that it bordered on violence as she lowered her full lips to
claim his in a
hungry kiss. She twisted his hair and
he parted his lips, allowing her access to his mouth. Her tongue slipped in and explored him. He couldn't breathe.
"Sin," a masculine voice called from the doorway.
She ignored him and kissed Remy
still more deeply, lowering her body to his.
"Sin," the man intoned sternly.
She released Remy with an annoyed
sigh and turned towards the door, effectively blocking Remy's vision with her
back. "I'm busy..." her voiced trailed
off when she saw the man's face.
"The boss wants you."
Without any further prodding, she rose and left the room in four long graceful
steps. The door sealed shut behind
her. Remy didn't notice the blood red
tear that slid down his cheek. He was planning what to do next. Besides, it only blended in with the rest of
the blood.
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