Misfit- Chapter 7
Disclaimer- I own nothing that belongs to Marvel, no matter how much I wine or grovel. I also do not own the club "Le Bar Bat" which is based on a real club in New York that I found on the web. I don't know if it's really like this but I nicked the name and came up with a concept. Don't sue.
Notes- Ok standard stuff. To Anything but Ordinary3, thanks a bunch me ol' mucker. Again another shameless plug for Retribution X for anyone who hasn't heard of it. To Ncsgirl, thanks for the reviews (and personally I love Alan Cummings too, its just people give me strange looks when I admit it). And all the old hands like ZilentZombie, Xx-Disturbed-xX and Darkthedestroyer who support Retribution and keep two mad review junkies in their fixs.
Musical Note- Ok this chapter takes place in a club and has reference to a couple of songs that aren't mentioned by anything other than theme or tone. Being one of those annoying people I'm always intrigued by songs for fics so I thought I'd better mention the songs. They are; Virgin state of mind by K's choice, and Transylvanian Concubine by Rasputina and Marilyn Manson. I was not involved producing either of these songs so please nice people don't kill or sue me.
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The club was roaring, hot sweating bodies writhed on the dance floor on the lower level. From the upper level, which Kurt and Logan emerged onto, there was a panoramic view of the entire club.
Le Bar Bat certainly lived up to expectations given by the crowd outside. Walls and tables were swathed in black, red and purple cloth, fake spider webs hung from the ceiling narrowly avoiding the candelabra's alight everywhere. Above the dance floor, above the balcony of the floor that the mutants were on, hanging below the skylight was webbing holding fake spiders and rubber bats. Le Bar Bat was as gothic as a club got.
Logan walked to the balcony ignoring the wide-eyed Kurt who was trying to pick spider webs out of his hair and avoid the crowd of young men walking towards him. One of the men, a large man in black netting with black and purple dreadlocks paused beside a nervous Kurt. There was a difference in height of about a foot thanks to the strangers platformed boots. He looked the mutant up and down then sighed, "I wish my make up came out that good." Before moving off down the stairs.
Kurt looked bemusedly after them. People never admired the way he looked, but these strange people who worshiped some feral god did. The world was upside down.
"Kurt, over here" Logan called him over to the balcony and both stood for a second looking out over the crowded floor of dancers and drinkers. The stage held a live band, a cello played a haunting song, accompanied by guitar and drums as a female singer sang her dirge like melody atop it. The dancers moaned along if they knew the words, those that didn't just writhed with more lustre.
"What am I looking for?" Kurt finally asked. Logan rolled his eyes and pointed to an area close to the stage where three mildly gothic looking men were writhing particularly close to a woman. Her blonde hair was tied in a top knot on her head with streaks of orange and black flowing through it, thick mascara and make-up mired her face making the woman not easily recognisable, but the thick brown jacket and black trousers both made of leather made certain that she was the one, the motorbike thief. Her face was consumed with the music it swept passed her body as if she was caught in a flood, her hands intimately stroked her chest and abdomen imprisoned in a blood red silk corset fringed with black lace. The woman stopped, looked about her then made for the bar to the side of the floor, shedding her jacket and leaving it on a seat with her helmet.
Logan started to make his way towards the rawt-iron stairs at the end of the balcony as Kurt continued to watch the devil woman. After a short conversation with the barman, money was exchanged and she took a large glass of a brown liquid from off the bar. She sipped it lightly, letting her painted black lips leave an imprint on the rim, before heading back to the floor with an excited yelp as the band started another song. There was little difference in the tune or the melody, only a change in the words. Now the words told the tale of how a girl became a vampire, before they were of a woman's decent into madness. The tempo however was a bit slower, more romantic, but Kurt used the term lightly. There was nothing in the club that could be termed romantic.
Again the men made a jump, welcoming the devil back into their fold but before they could all resume their writhing, the woman singled one out- a man with a shock of black-blue hair, and less make-up than the others. She took his hand and seductively pulled him deeper onto the dance floor without spilling a drop of drink.
Kurt singled out Logan, halfway between the bar and the woman pushing his way through a crowd of startled patrons. The blue mutant looked around him and found that no one really was looking in his direction, couples around him were more interested in sucking one-another's necks in what he presumed was an attempt at gaining immortality like the creatures of the night. Technically though, he thought, you're a creature of the night too. Still with no one looking he took his chance and teleported into the shadows beside the bar where no one was sitting.
He made his way passed various demonic looking men and women in the opposite direction of Logan. He would arrive in front of the woman, Logan behind. He watched through the crowd as Logan approached the girl, slowly the Canadian stepped up to the man who was writhing behind her his hands around her waist and tapped him on the shoulder. The man looked a little annoyed but when Wolverine showed his claws the man slipped away with little worry. The she-devil however hadn't noticed her companions' disappearance as her eyes were closed, she hadn't even noticed the absence on his hands around her waist. Now Kurt Wagner saw how Logan had meant his plan to work out. The element of surprise was their greatest asset in a crowded place where their powers would cause hysteria.
Logan slithered into the place the man had vacated, wrapping his arms around her waist in the same fashion as she danced up against him. He leaned down to her ear, and she smiled feeling the breath against her neck, just as Kurt arrived in front of her. He heard Logan's gruff voice lower and whisper "Imagine seeing you here?".
The girls eyes opened, blue and tinged with fear. She leapt forward making a break for freedom but Kurt grabbed her, halting her escape. He started to pull her in the direction of the bar, hand over her mouth so she couldn't scream but Logan indicated a door just off the floor, Kurt realised that a more private space would be advisable. The girl wriggled and pulled trying to get away but Kurt was stronger. Everyone around paid no attention, they were to involved in their own lives to look at the struggling she-devil and her attackers. When they finally reached the door, Logan kept look out while Kurt entered and released the girl before entering himself.
The girl crouched, watching them as they closed the door of the cloakroom behind them.
"What the hell are you doing?!?" She shouted in outrage at them, her accent making her recognisable immediately.
"Elizabeth? Well that explains everything." Wolverine scoffed.
She ran towards him, anger flowing in her every movement. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Well I should have thought really. I mean who would disregard every rule the Professor laid down and do it with a smile on her face?"
"Apart from you, you mean?" She spat.
"I think we should get out of here, how long do you think it will be until that boy tells someone you produced claws?" A worried Kurt interjected.
Elizabeth's jaw dropped to the floor "You threatened Danny!" she screamed finally having had enough.
"So you actually found out his name before you pounced on him, huh?"
She looked as though she was going to slap the teacher before Kurt jumped in and held her back, he didn't want to have to take a body back to the academy- and from the anger in Elizabeth's eyes he couldn't guarantee that it would be hers they would have to lay to rest.
"I think it would be prudent to leave, Ja?" he said trying to calm both down.
Elizabeth calmly shook him off, straightening her jacket and pushing her hair back in such a way that he knew she was trying to calm herself down completely.
"Fine by me" She said pointedly.
Logan backed down, but only slightly. "Lets get going."
They exited into the smoky club again, the heat and smell of sweat hitting them like a wall as they left.
She started through the crowd. They seemed to part like the red sea in front of her, Kurt and Logan follow behind. Through the din Logan and the young woman continued their argument.
"And what the hell were you drinking?"
"Coke, what do you think." She replied matter-a-factly
"It didn't look like coke. What was it, before I have to make you tell me." He threatened.
Finally she admitted "It was a T.V.R. O.k.?"
"What the hell is a T.V.R?" A puzzled Logan asked.
"Tequila, Vodka and Red bull. Gives you a sugar rush like hell." She smiled a wicked smile, that made Kurt think his labelling of the young mutant as a She-devil was right all along.
"You're 19, you're not legally old enough to drink" he said grabbing her arm.
She span and looked him in the eye "So shoot me." She smiled again.
Logan was just about to retort when a huge crack was heard. The three mutants looked at each other and then silently and slowly all three tilted their heads skyward.
In the huge skylight that filled the ceiling there was a crack that spanned from one corner to the other and thousands of other little ones that spider webbed out from the main crack.
Logan looked to Kurt then Elizabeth, al three had the same thought, one slight blow would cause the entire skylight to fall in on the clubbers.
"What the hell caused that?" Elizabeth finally spoke amazed.
As if in answer the roof gave way under the weight of men's bodies. A thousand splinters of reinforced glass heading towards the screaming patrons below followed an earth shattering smash.
Kurt dived and grabbed Elizabeth's hand, span her into his body and pulled his coat over the both of them for shelter, but after a few seconds nothing happened. Slowly Kurt peered out from underneath, up to the roof. Elizabeth was still in the dark and couldn't see what was happening.
"Holy mother, it is a miracle." He gasped; Elizabeth clawed at the material and pushed it from her face. Hanging, suspended in the air were all pieces of shattered glass, almost as if someone had frozen time at the very second that they had fallen.
"How the hell's this happened?" Logan asked amazed, looking up in awe. He'd never seen anything like it.
Elizabeth turned to the other people in the club; all stood staring in shock and amazement not thinking that when the glass was released from whatever was holding it, it would fall directly onto them. "Run, Go, Quickly." She urged, and most at that moment came to the realisation that they were in danger. They fled the floor pushing and shoving passed one another on the way. Within seconds the club was deserted except for the three that didn't fear the supernatural. These three stared up at the phenomenon, and finally realised what had caused the glass to break.
Through the layer of glass came three strands of thick black climbing rope, they crashed to the floor around the heroes as they looked up. Suddenly a bright searchlight appeared also, on a black army issue helicopter that now hovered above the building. All three shied away from the bright light after being in the darkened club for a short time. Through the light came shadows, men descending the rope as if abseiling and after them more men and more, until around them there was a circle of dark figures waiting for them to make a move.
"What the hell is going on?" Elizabeth asked scared to death.
"I don't know." Was all that Logan could answer to reassure her, and it was the truth, he didn't have a clue what these men wanted.
Two of the burly looking men in masks ran forward simultaneously grabbing hold of the young woman's arms and began to roughly pull her away to the other side of the circle. She kicked her legs trying to stop them "Get off me." She instructed, thinking in her naive way that the men would simply obey, however they didn't.
Logan started to walk purposefully forward; the purpose was clear in his mind, retrieve the thing he had set out to find. However the masked men were having nothing of it. One rather burly attacker jumped onto the mutant's back, another dived for his knees toppling the giant but only just.
"Kurt," Logan barked from under the men "I'll deal with this, you get Elizabeth."
"Are you sure you don't need my help?" Kurt asked as the man on Logan's back was catapulted to the floor violently, while the mutant concentrated on the man who had levelled him.
Logan looked up from the now unconscious man with a wolf-like grin, "I'm sure."
Elizabeth squirmed as the two men pulled her away from the dance floor, wiggling and pushing to loosen their grips on her arms, and dragging her feet to slow their progress though the fact that her shoes had little to no grip on them didn't help her plight.
She thought back to the training that she had had in her youth, training that had helped her in tricky situations before. Had her instructor given her advise for a situation such as this? She was sure he had, it was just she couldn't remember it in the spur of the moment. Some good the years she'd spent learning it had gone to then.
They approached some tables close to the stairs that lead to the upper level, but as Lizzie was facing the opposite way she didn't know it until she felt her body being lifted up from the floor as she squealed for them to let her go.
Her back lay against the wood and purple cloth that covered it that moved and slipped with her. One man still had hold of her arms, he had them crossed over her head and held down powerfully at the wrists. She writhed as she had earlier on the dance floor, but now she was writhing for her freedom.
The other man, who had been holding her arm appeared above her. The thought crossed her mind that if she timed it right he would just be in reach of her right foot, if she could kick him in the temple she wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. However the man at her wrists realised how vulnerable they both were.
"Get on top of her." He directed. The other man nodded and climbed up onto the table straddling her waist. This just made the woman wriggle more.
"Get the hell away from me!" she yelled as the man leaned closer, seaming to inspect her face in the dim light.
"She's the one." He informed the other man and let out a little contented laugh through his gold mask.
It was then Elizabeth realised that the men were here for one reason and one reason only. They had come for her.
The man on top of her continued to laugh as he reached into his belt, producing a small hypodermic filled with an acid yellow liquid. Lizzie kicked her legs, hoping the motion might cause her attacker to drop it but it was to no avail. He sunk the needle into the flesh on her mid-drift where her bodice had slowly worked its way up her form. She screamed hoping someone would come to her aid, but there was no body. The others were still behind a wall of men just like the ones holding her captive.
"It should work in a minute, then maybe she'll stop squirming and enjoy herself." The man on top breathed heavily as he moved his hand up her form to the top of her corset. It was what Elizabeth had feared, the man had given her a muscle relaxant so that she couldn't fight back… and he had some dirty ideas on what his first course of action would be when it took effect.
He stroked the skin around the top of the silk and lace sensuously, or as sensuously as the pig could- if felt to Lizzie more like a poke. She tried again to force the man at her wrists to let go, but her arms were starting to fall under the effects of whatever drug was now in her system. Her struggle was becoming less and less and she felt like crying, but tears would take up too much energy that she needed for the fight.
Over her a shadow fell, she looked directly up for the first time and saw what was towering over her and her unaware attackers. The blue mutant, Kurt Wagner, was standing just behind the man on the table, in his three fingered hands a vase was raised over his head ready to bring down on the base of the mans skull. She smiled contently as the vase smashed into a thousand pieces and the man slumped forward comatose. The man at her hands was sent crashing to the floor by a swift kick from the teleporting mutant.
She looked up as he bent over her, pushing the unconscious assailant off of her body.
"Are you O.K?"
"No," she answered "They injected me with something, I can't feel anything." She was using what strength she had to keep her lips under her control.
"Can you walk?"
Did this man understand a word she was saying? She couldn't move, very few of her muscles were under her body's control anymore, and she prayed that they did, if not it would be very embarrassing.
She tried to move her lips but they refused to work again. Instead she rolled her head so that it flopped to the side, her cheek connecting with the velvet tablecloth.
"I believe that means no."
Well duh, she thought as the man jumped down to the floor. He took one of her limp arms and pulled her towards him, she slipped with the tablecloth off the table and into his waiting arms, her other arm falling limply into the air. The two then disappeared with a BAMF and puff of blue smoke, reappearing where Logan and Kurt had stood earlier. He gently lowered her into a chair beside the balcony, gently folding her hands into her lap and propping her head against one of the columns that kept the balcony in place.
There they surveyed the scene below them, the once packed dance floor was now covered with unmoving bodies, many men remained standing in the circle where they had earlier but they didn't move forward, instead they stood and watched the centre – the man and his victim.
Logan threw the last of the attackers that would face him to the floor and with a savage grunt stuck his claws into the man. If Elizabeth could still move her face muscles she would have winced.
"I'll be back in a minute. Stay here. If anyone try's to attack you… call." He instructed before disappearing with another cloud of smoke. Lizzie coughed in exasperation as she breathed in the smoke that had been the mutant, how could she call if she was being attacked? Git.
She watched, as Kurt appeared next to Wolverine on the floor, grabbed his arm and disappeared within a matter of seconds. The masked men looked around in confusion but didn't see the two reappear on the upper level just beside Elizabeth. Instead they just stood looking around pointlessly like morons.
"You ok." Asked Logan as he neared her.
Kurt enlightened him, "Those men gave her some kind of drug, she can not speak or walk."
Logan rolled his eyes, then started to pick her up. "I don't mind the not speaking thing, but did they have to make her not be able to walk."
If she had had the power to Elizabeth Windsor would have kicked him with all her might in the tender-ist spot she could. But not being able to she just lay in Logan's arms as he made towards the exit.
Behind them there was a deafening smash and screams of surprise and pain. Both men turned and ran back to the balcony and watched as the remaining men fell in defeat, glass imbedded in their bodies. Whatever had been keeping the smashed glass from their entrance aloft had finally given in.
"What the hell caused that?" Logan asked his blue skinned companion.
"I do not know, but I do not wish to say to find out" Kurt replied as the two again headed for the door.
If Lizzie had the power to do so, she would have smiled.
High above them on the roof, two others had surveyed the scene of devastation below them. Dressed in their dark robes the men had their faces covered by cowls of capes not the masks of their minions.
The winds whipped at them as they slowly shook their heads in unison.
"The Queen won't like this." One solemnly sighed.
"There are more soldiers where they came from."
"I meant the fact that we lost the girl."
Under the darkness of his hood the other man smiled, "There will be other opportunities, this just makes the chase interesting."