Bleeding Sanctuary
By: Holly Rose E.
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Short chapter. I apologize. Do you guys like the shorter chapters/waits, or do you prefer waiting a tad longer for...well... the longer chapters?
Disclaimer: WTF? Haven't I answered before? But, alas, to my greatest disappointment, I have no relation to any of these characters or their makers.
*****
Chapter Four: Bleed
I wanna bleed, show the world all that I have inside
I wanna scream, let the blood flow that keeps me alive
Take all those strings they call my veins
Wrap them around every fucking thing
~Cold
*****
"Danny? Hey, Danny, wait up!"
Daniel Clarke turned around slowly, watching as the slight boy ran up to him. "Hello," he said carefully, watching him warily.
Donovan smiled brightly, "I love free periods, don't you? Anyway, Christine called a meeting for tomorrow after visiting hours are over. She wanted to make sure you knew."
"Oh, well, thank you," he dipped his head slightly, his long bangs falling to cover his light green eyes, thick black eyeliner accentuating them.
"You boys!"
"Oh, damn, it's the Mick," Donovan muttered.
Danny turned around slowly; staring with head still bowed slightly, as Theodore McConnell strode towards him. Ted was one of the top guards there and a huge, moronic ape most of the time.
"What're yer names, boys?" He growled, baring his fang-like teeth as one hand rested on the top of his club that was tucked safely into his belt.
"Donovan Bingham, and this is Danny... Danny..."
"Clarke, Daniel Clarke, sir."
"Where are you two faggots supposed to be right now?" McConnell sneered, his yellow wolfish teeth glaring in stark contrast to the impeccably white decorations of the interior hallways.
"It's our free period," Donovan said simply, raising an eyebrow.
McConnell snorted, and grabbed the two boys by the or scruff of their necks, dragging them down the hallway. "Not on my watch, you fucks. You'll be helping the mute bitch and her little fairy boytoy."
Donovan growled within the back of his throat, but Ted decided to ignore it, he had bigger things to take care of than the two of them.
Danny was biting his lip, agonizingly slowly breaking the skin, little by little drawing little droplets of velvety bright red.
Ted smiled viciously, his yellow nails digging into the boys' necks sharply, puncturing the skin and smearing the blood, half-tempted to lick the fluid off his fingers, but he knew better: these particular dip-shits were nothing but lowly, horrid, disgusting mutants.
Donovan's fist clenched, and that normal sensation began to slowly backwash over him, clouding his senses and making his head pound as it screamed against the feeling. He rubbed his wrists violently against the rough material of his jeans, slowly and with as much pressure as he could make. The skin began to redden quickly, chafing easily.
The hall seemed to darken as they continued, and Danny closed his eyes, awaiting what his fate would next shove and beat him into, and to slowly rape his innocence.
***
"Let's move it, you freaks!"
"Come on, newbies, we don't have all day!"
Through the sobs, choked breathy gasps and the blood rivers that were trickling and dripping through the cracked ceiling, the newest arrivals gathered, dressed in hospital gowns.
[you're to take off your clothes and we'll supervise as you bathe
you must be decontaminated
boys on that side, girls on this]
A large man appeared before them as they huddled together, Kitty was sobbing into Rogue's hurriedly covered skin--the girl had latched herself to the untouchable right after they'd been redressed--crying over the abrupt disappearance of Xavier, Logan, and Storm. Rogue had been let out of her confinement only to be thrust into another hell.
She looked around her, the X-Men and Brotherhood had united in this horrific asylum, banding together in a near futile attempt--the guards were surely helping the mental demise--to keep one another sane. To try a weak attempt at staying together and becoming friends.
They only had each other to rely on now.
Kurt's tail thumped on the floor forlornly.
"You're here for one reason and one reason only: you're dirty, filthy, worthless, shitty mutants. We're here to decontaminate our earth, people are the top of the food chain, after all," at this point, the man-- the same that had just spoken to two girls in the last hour--flashed teeth. Ones that had been filed down into dangerous points, snapping at Jean, who flinched, hating that she had no power. "You are lower than fucking amoebae," he stepped even closer to her, "Though, you are *so* much more entertaining," he twirled her dirty hair between his fingers and leaned his face close to hers. He smiled as she tried to back away, but he closed his playing fingers, clasping her hair into a tight fist and dragged his tongue along her cheek. "So much more fun," he whispered.
Jean pushed him away violently, tears streaming down her face. Never before, not even in the direst situations of battle had she felt so weak, so . . . helpless.
The man smiled, winking at her and Jean felt cold fear trickle over her being, and stepped back into the middle of the room, making eye contact with a raging emerald-eyed Rogue, who was clutching onto Kitty now as if her life and Kitty's, depended on it.
Kurt continued to thump his tail.
"Now, you will stay here until directed to your lunch area. After that, one of the other patients," he chuckled at his own joke, "will give you a grand tour. Not the best mind you, you'll have to earn your way to the best rooms in the house."
Lance felt the anger boil up into him, attempting with all its heart to take him over, yet he found he could do naught but stand there like a dead animal, waiting in the wide open for the vultures. Until they came rushing to tear and break his bones, and rip the flesh off them. For those birds of prey to gnaw at him and saw him apart.
The man had turned forward to leave, but only got as far as putting his cardkey near the lock of the door before he whirled around, eyes alight with a perverse idea.
"You! You blue fuck," he dropped his voice to a gentle, beguiling whisper, "Come here."
Kurt, numbly, as he tried to force himself to believe he was in a coma and having an eternal nightmare,
[kurt . . . hon . . . I don't think you have dreams in comas . . .]
walked over to him.
"Turn around, one hundred eighty degrees, *boy*," he spat.
Kurt did as he was told and made eye contact with Tabitha, who had her hands clasped before her heart, her lips moving in a silent prayer, her eyes holding utter anguish as she wished she could help him in some way.
The man, grabbing Kurt's tail, took out his pocket knife and flicked it open. Licking the blade lovingly, and kissing it for good measure, he raised his hand.
The last thing Kurt remembered before blacking out from immense pain, was Amara screaming at the top of her lungs.
-End Chapter Four-
*****
Hmm... yeah, they're all gonna suffer. I'm deciding if I want to make any others lose an appendage or not... ^__^
THANK YOU'S: Kiyou Wiz, Min-kat, XX-Goth-gal, Radical Ed85, DemonRogue13, Sphinx29, RogueOracle [though... I don't quite understand the whole point of it...], Nacla, Officially*Obssessed*With*Pyro, Haretrigger.
AND
Kitrazzle Fayn: Lala, the people I haven't named are just there in this little wonky universe to take up space. You may name her if you wish! *huggles*
cheeky-bear007: I officially give you the most AWESOME reviewer of all g- ddamn time award. Yup. You're such a sweetheart, and I wanna chat with you, but we never seem to have our worlds collide! *cries and glomps*
Ruby: You okay there, hon?
Cloud of Blood: You greatly inspire me, so if anything seems to be similar [same] as what's in "Consequences", you know why. *kisses your feet humbly* MAY YOUR EGO SOAR ABOVE ALL OTHERS! *cackle*
By: Holly Rose E.
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Short chapter. I apologize. Do you guys like the shorter chapters/waits, or do you prefer waiting a tad longer for...well... the longer chapters?
Disclaimer: WTF? Haven't I answered before? But, alas, to my greatest disappointment, I have no relation to any of these characters or their makers.
*****
Chapter Four: Bleed
I wanna bleed, show the world all that I have inside
I wanna scream, let the blood flow that keeps me alive
Take all those strings they call my veins
Wrap them around every fucking thing
~Cold
*****
"Danny? Hey, Danny, wait up!"
Daniel Clarke turned around slowly, watching as the slight boy ran up to him. "Hello," he said carefully, watching him warily.
Donovan smiled brightly, "I love free periods, don't you? Anyway, Christine called a meeting for tomorrow after visiting hours are over. She wanted to make sure you knew."
"Oh, well, thank you," he dipped his head slightly, his long bangs falling to cover his light green eyes, thick black eyeliner accentuating them.
"You boys!"
"Oh, damn, it's the Mick," Donovan muttered.
Danny turned around slowly; staring with head still bowed slightly, as Theodore McConnell strode towards him. Ted was one of the top guards there and a huge, moronic ape most of the time.
"What're yer names, boys?" He growled, baring his fang-like teeth as one hand rested on the top of his club that was tucked safely into his belt.
"Donovan Bingham, and this is Danny... Danny..."
"Clarke, Daniel Clarke, sir."
"Where are you two faggots supposed to be right now?" McConnell sneered, his yellow wolfish teeth glaring in stark contrast to the impeccably white decorations of the interior hallways.
"It's our free period," Donovan said simply, raising an eyebrow.
McConnell snorted, and grabbed the two boys by the or scruff of their necks, dragging them down the hallway. "Not on my watch, you fucks. You'll be helping the mute bitch and her little fairy boytoy."
Donovan growled within the back of his throat, but Ted decided to ignore it, he had bigger things to take care of than the two of them.
Danny was biting his lip, agonizingly slowly breaking the skin, little by little drawing little droplets of velvety bright red.
Ted smiled viciously, his yellow nails digging into the boys' necks sharply, puncturing the skin and smearing the blood, half-tempted to lick the fluid off his fingers, but he knew better: these particular dip-shits were nothing but lowly, horrid, disgusting mutants.
Donovan's fist clenched, and that normal sensation began to slowly backwash over him, clouding his senses and making his head pound as it screamed against the feeling. He rubbed his wrists violently against the rough material of his jeans, slowly and with as much pressure as he could make. The skin began to redden quickly, chafing easily.
The hall seemed to darken as they continued, and Danny closed his eyes, awaiting what his fate would next shove and beat him into, and to slowly rape his innocence.
***
"Let's move it, you freaks!"
"Come on, newbies, we don't have all day!"
Through the sobs, choked breathy gasps and the blood rivers that were trickling and dripping through the cracked ceiling, the newest arrivals gathered, dressed in hospital gowns.
[you're to take off your clothes and we'll supervise as you bathe
you must be decontaminated
boys on that side, girls on this]
A large man appeared before them as they huddled together, Kitty was sobbing into Rogue's hurriedly covered skin--the girl had latched herself to the untouchable right after they'd been redressed--crying over the abrupt disappearance of Xavier, Logan, and Storm. Rogue had been let out of her confinement only to be thrust into another hell.
She looked around her, the X-Men and Brotherhood had united in this horrific asylum, banding together in a near futile attempt--the guards were surely helping the mental demise--to keep one another sane. To try a weak attempt at staying together and becoming friends.
They only had each other to rely on now.
Kurt's tail thumped on the floor forlornly.
"You're here for one reason and one reason only: you're dirty, filthy, worthless, shitty mutants. We're here to decontaminate our earth, people are the top of the food chain, after all," at this point, the man-- the same that had just spoken to two girls in the last hour--flashed teeth. Ones that had been filed down into dangerous points, snapping at Jean, who flinched, hating that she had no power. "You are lower than fucking amoebae," he stepped even closer to her, "Though, you are *so* much more entertaining," he twirled her dirty hair between his fingers and leaned his face close to hers. He smiled as she tried to back away, but he closed his playing fingers, clasping her hair into a tight fist and dragged his tongue along her cheek. "So much more fun," he whispered.
Jean pushed him away violently, tears streaming down her face. Never before, not even in the direst situations of battle had she felt so weak, so . . . helpless.
The man smiled, winking at her and Jean felt cold fear trickle over her being, and stepped back into the middle of the room, making eye contact with a raging emerald-eyed Rogue, who was clutching onto Kitty now as if her life and Kitty's, depended on it.
Kurt continued to thump his tail.
"Now, you will stay here until directed to your lunch area. After that, one of the other patients," he chuckled at his own joke, "will give you a grand tour. Not the best mind you, you'll have to earn your way to the best rooms in the house."
Lance felt the anger boil up into him, attempting with all its heart to take him over, yet he found he could do naught but stand there like a dead animal, waiting in the wide open for the vultures. Until they came rushing to tear and break his bones, and rip the flesh off them. For those birds of prey to gnaw at him and saw him apart.
The man had turned forward to leave, but only got as far as putting his cardkey near the lock of the door before he whirled around, eyes alight with a perverse idea.
"You! You blue fuck," he dropped his voice to a gentle, beguiling whisper, "Come here."
Kurt, numbly, as he tried to force himself to believe he was in a coma and having an eternal nightmare,
[kurt . . . hon . . . I don't think you have dreams in comas . . .]
walked over to him.
"Turn around, one hundred eighty degrees, *boy*," he spat.
Kurt did as he was told and made eye contact with Tabitha, who had her hands clasped before her heart, her lips moving in a silent prayer, her eyes holding utter anguish as she wished she could help him in some way.
The man, grabbing Kurt's tail, took out his pocket knife and flicked it open. Licking the blade lovingly, and kissing it for good measure, he raised his hand.
The last thing Kurt remembered before blacking out from immense pain, was Amara screaming at the top of her lungs.
-End Chapter Four-
*****
Hmm... yeah, they're all gonna suffer. I'm deciding if I want to make any others lose an appendage or not... ^__^
THANK YOU'S: Kiyou Wiz, Min-kat, XX-Goth-gal, Radical Ed85, DemonRogue13, Sphinx29, RogueOracle [though... I don't quite understand the whole point of it...], Nacla, Officially*Obssessed*With*Pyro, Haretrigger.
AND
Kitrazzle Fayn: Lala, the people I haven't named are just there in this little wonky universe to take up space. You may name her if you wish! *huggles*
cheeky-bear007: I officially give you the most AWESOME reviewer of all g- ddamn time award. Yup. You're such a sweetheart, and I wanna chat with you, but we never seem to have our worlds collide! *cries and glomps*
Ruby: You okay there, hon?
Cloud of Blood: You greatly inspire me, so if anything seems to be similar [same] as what's in "Consequences", you know why. *kisses your feet humbly* MAY YOUR EGO SOAR ABOVE ALL OTHERS! *cackle*