Summary : Zander discovers just what a Channeler is for, and unfortunately, so do the X-men. Part 17 of my Kimble series.

Notes : Rated M for language, violence, and sexual situations.

AU but only because I chose to change a few things in my dear friends' histories for simplification, nothing drastic so please forgive. I've been working on this story for years so I do ask that you don't use any of my non-Marvel universe characters without my permission. I love my Siskans as I do my children.

Updated 10-17-13 to add (break)s as needed and well, you know...

(One)

It was a gloomy day at the Freedom King's training camp. It was the day after Leon had played his little 'kill the cat for plasma' game and Lakotashay showed up for her sparring practice with Kyle in a foul mood. Leon was falling behind, he hadn't followed her to this session, but he would be along in a moment, she knew this. She was never left alone for long.

Leon and his stupid plasma. She had come off last night's high horny as a bastard with no outlet for it. Really, she had been here for almost three weeks now and hadn't been provided any kind of sexual release. The unusually large plasma rush had made her pent up frustration worse. Instead of going on the practice mat, she crossed her arms and glared at Kyle from the doorway. "I wants a man. It's been weeks. I done yer stupid classes, done all yer stupid work. I wanna be fucked now!"

Kyle stood frozen, shocked silent by her outburst. He wasn't sure what was worse, the fact that she had so boldly demanded sex without preamble, or if it was because she had spoken that terrible little child's voice. It was just too creepy. It hadn't occurred to him that the lack of sexual activity would become an issue for her here, but he certainly wasn't about to grant her request. I mean, where was he supposed to get her a man just like that? Gays didn't fall off trees last he checked. Besides, he hadn't liked her tone.

"I don't think so," he snarled at her. "Get on the mat."

'Shay didn't move. "No. Not 'til ya says you'll brings me somebody."

"Forget it. The world doesn't work like that. Now get on the mat."

'Shay just grinned at him then. "All right."

He should have known it was too easy. She came at him and they went to it.

Kyle grunted as he hit the mat hard not a second later, she had clocked him solidly in the temple and he had never even seen it coming. He was a bit dazed from the speed of her attack. Damn, 'Shay was good. She was hard to catch and had tossed him about with uncanny ease. He took a minute to breathe as he lay on the mat, watching as she paced around him restlessly, her hands fisted and her mouth twisted in an arrogant, spiteful sneer. She was powerful, circling around him with a sinister feline grace. Her skills had increased exponentially over a short period of time, her aversion to violence having faded off into the sunset the first day she was here. She was so different than Kimble was. She was raw power, a natural predator, and not the passive, playful creature the Lover had been.

Kyle felt an aching sense of loss at the thought of him, of the Lover. Not once had Kimble popped up since they had come here, not even for a second. Any attempts Kyle had made to draw the Lover out were met by cruel laughter from the Quitter. He was quickly losing faith that resurrecting Kimble was even possible.

"You gitten up, squirt, 'r you all done?" 'Shay taunted in her high pitched child's voice.

Kyle shuddered as he felt red hot rage blast through his heart. He hated this bitch, oh, he hated her badly. He rose stiffly and resumed the match, trying his best to out think her. When they had sparred in the past, he had always held a little back, not wanting to take things to the next level, but quite frankly she was kicking his ass and it was pissing him off. Plus he hated the little bitch.

He gave up on playing nice and lashed out at her, smashing his fist into her face. A little tit for tat.

She took the impact surprisingly well and shuddered, gasping as her legs wobbled. This was the first time he had ever hit her with such force and the result was unexpected. Her face was one huge agony, but it sent a thrill right through her. She took a step back, holding her arms out for balance, and managed not to fall. She was unable to stop herself from laughing, though. Oh, this was good! She liked this, what fine sport. A real challenge for once. She leapt at him, eager now for a real battle and snarling wickedly.

Kyle dodged her and smashed her down again. He had hurt her with that first punch and he knew it, it was enough to cool his head and put him back on his game. Or so he thought. She snatched at his legs and brought him down as well. Not giving an inch, she ensnared him on the mat. She twisted her body around him as they rolled about and tussled, she using her lack of real bones to her advantage, and snaked an arm around his neck, choking him without mercy. She rolled him onto his belly and crushed him down, trickling evil laughter in his ear the whole time.

Kyle felt a moment's panic. He had been taken by surprise again - the bitch! - but wasn't going to let her win, no way. He sunk his teeth into her arm, chomping down for all he was worth. 'Shay screamed in pain, but Kyle was shocked when he felt her buck against him and realized to his horror, she had become sexually aroused from their struggle on the mat.

'Shay was in control now of the situation and loving it. Kyle's vibration of panic and the bite had sent a shock right through her that set her on fire, building up some strange new lust from inside of her. It looked like she would get her way after all, one way or another. If Kyle chose to resist her, well, perhaps she might have an unfortunate accident. If not, she would spend her lust on him by force. Seemed like a win/win situation to her. Leon was nowhere around, he hadn't come in yet. She would not be revived so easily if this happened quickly enough.

She laughed cruelly in Kyle's ear, ready for this, "Oh, yer sweet all right. Fergit findin' someone else, you'll do fer me jus' fine."

Kyle immediately freaked out when he realized what was going on. It had never occurred to him that 'Shay could become aroused by mere fighting, but then she was a sick creature, corrupted and horribly damaged - and therefore completely unpredictable and dangerous. He squirmed violently in an attempt to free himself, but she gripped him all the tighter. He tried to force her off of him with a telekinetic pulse, but she blocked it with a defensive pulse of her own. The clash of power was mind numbing for both of them, but she refused to release him. She could sense his panic and it encouraged her to continue, giving her a rush that only increased her powerful hold on him. He was wearing sweat pants for this practice, 'Shay managed to get a hand down his underwear and slid a finger down the crack of his ass, all the better to frighten him further.

It worked. He squirmed violently when she pushed against his sensitive opening, threatening a forced entry. She purred at him, her voice pure malice and evil. "Oh, you'll squeal nice fer me, huh? Jus' like a little girl when I fuck you. I'm gonna fuck ya so hard you'll shatter when I cum, baby doll. You'll be my bitch, oh yes!"

Kyle choked on a shriek of terror and his distress came off of him a huge wave of fear and rage. He lashed out with spikes, he couldn't help it. Too late, he realized that this was what she had been after all along.

Lakotashay offered no resistance as the crystalline spikes ran her through. She was tossed to the side from the force of them and she fell with a dull thud. She thrashed reflexively and grasped at her neck, one of his spikes had lodged in her throat and she was choking. Gel blood sputtered from her mouth and gushed from her belly in a torrent, spilling across the floor in a thick, viscous pool and shimmering as it warmed in the heat of the summer morning air.

Kyle panicked, fearing the repercussions of this worse than the rape she had threatened him with in the first place. He scrambled to his feet and stood for a moment, frozen, unable to tear his eyes away from the pilot writhing in agony on the floor. She didn't look right and then it struck him that he had expected to see her drenched in red, but her fluids were grey. She was still thrashing in the grey syrupy gel and he gasped in further surprise as her skin flickered and winked out, leaving a strange hollow creature in its place.

The pilot managed to yank the spike free from her throat but then wheezed in Zander's voice, "Get the...fucking ... phone! L-Leon!" Gel poured from his gaping wounds, Zander had no time.

Kyle snapped out of it and immediately reached for the intercom. He pressed the button and shouted for Leon to come at once, from wherever he was. Kyle had wasted his breath, the boy was already on his way and just coming up the path to the shack now, cursing the need for him to be at all of 'Shay's stupid lessons. Leon walked in the door and stood in dumb shock and surprise at what had to be some kind of monster melting into the floor.

"Hurry! It's 'Shay! Toss her some plasma!" Kyle hollered, his voice cracking from his panic.

Leon did as he was told, he launched a good sized ball at her and the pilot's body reached out for it with a groan that could only be Zander's. Zander shuddered at the sudden influx of healing power and his skin turned back on. He shivered and shook violently before rolling over with a groan, smearing gel everywhere. It was already shimmering away in its magical disappearing act, but some of it still clung to his fingers and dripped from his mouth. It would take more than one hit of plasma for him to fully recover. Kyle went over to him immediately and began pulling out more spikes.

"What the fuck wuz that!" Zander snarled, coughing up more gel. He was furious, but still too out of it to move any farther. He had been deeply asleep and hadn't been prepared for this at all. "You wuz suppozta be careful! You knows I cain't keep watch alla the time!"

"I'm sorry," Kyle offered feebly. He didn't know what else to say, this was too awful.

"Yer sorry! I'll show ya sorry!" 'Shay squealed next, coming back out with a vengeance. Her hands clasped his throat and she squeezed without mercy.

Kyle was ready for her. She wasn't all that strong yet, so he simply used a shield to push her back and then contained her within a bubble, giving her no room to move. He figured she would be too weak from her injuries to resist his shield and he was right. She pushed against the shimmering blue barrier with her hands and feet but wasn't going anywhere. She howled and screamed, swiftly losing control as the frustration overtook her.

Kyle stood over her, his turn now to gloat a little, his arms crossed with fury. He watched as she had her meltdown within her tiny prison, having no intention of letting her out. He was back in control now and the fury overtook him. How dare she think she was going to win, that she would succeed? He was going to show this sick bitch who was boss.

Leon stood by, a strange smile on his face. Now, this was entertaining. He loved a good fight, especially when it was 'Shay getting her ass kicked. Hey, any time it wasn't him on the mat was a good time as far as he was concerned.

'Shay screamed and screamed, smashing herself against the barrier until she ran out of energy and finally despaired, breaking down into wracking sobs. Kyle knelt down next to her and asked her crossly, "You all done?"

"Fuck you, you asshole!" she screamed at him, spitting in her rage and tears.

He stood up and walked away, needing to recover a bit from this painful and frightening episode. He could control the shield from a distance if he wanted to and had no fear of her escaping. He reached for a towel and wiped his face, he was shaking from the close call, but was trying to hide it. The idea of being raped terrified him, he had never before come so close. He hadn't doubted for a moment she would have gone through with it. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing he had been so afraid and so calmed himself with the happy thought of knowing she was now his prisoner. He looked back at her with a triumphant smile. She had found some strength and was back to having a hissy fit, she clawed at the shield with her toe claws, they scratched and scored the inside surface, but she wasn't getting out. He waited until she quieted again and returned. "Now are you done?"

She just sobbed in answer.

He released her finally and she rolled over onto her side, covering her face and looking oddly weak and fragile. She was humiliated and outraged that her control of the situation had been so easy taken. She was swamped with frustration - she couldn't die, she couldn't fuck. What was the point of even living? She almost wished for release and Kimble shuddered within in response to her wish.

"Kimble, wakes up," Kyle heard Zander whisper.

Kyle stood frozen at the sound of it, new hope making him smile. How he had wished for this.

Leon frowned, he couldn't help it. Not that sicko faggot asshole again.

"C'mon, I kin feels ya movin', Kim. Come out," Zander continued to coax. In the circle of light, he stood with nervous anticipation as Kimble's body shuddered.

"Remy?" Kimble called out in answer. His voice was soft and low, almost too low to hear. "Is that yous?"

"Nawr, he ain't here. 'S jus' me, Kim."

"Go away... Jus' wants ta be dead...that's all." Kimble pulled his body in even tighter and tucked his head under his arms, wondering why it was taking 'Shay so long to finish them. He just wanted to be done with this, with everything.

Kyle stepped back as 'Shay laughed suddenly. She pulled her hands away from her face and glared at him with tear streaked, swollen eyes. "Hah! You wants yer Kimble? Too bad! I don't gits what I wants, you don't gits what you wants! Take that and shoves it up yer lily white ass!"

Kyle scowled and tossed his towel aside in anger.

'Shay slowly crawled to her feet and stood on wobbly legs, her eyes squinted in fury and a crazed line of drool hanging from her chin. Her long loose hair was a mess, her clothes ripped and torn. She was the picture of scandal, a vision of abuse. Tears of frustration poured from her eyes. "You ain't never gonna be rids of me! Kim wants ta die jus' as much as me! We're gonna win, not you an' not you either!" she snarled, pointing a finger at Leon. "You kin keep bringin' us back, it won't matter. Sooner or later, I'll finds a way when yous ain't around!"

"Stupid cunt!" Leon hissed and raised his fists.

"Don't," Kyle cautioned. "She's just trying to get a rise out of you...like she did with me. She's quite good at it."

'Shay stumbled towards the door. Leon had charged her enough to heal her injuries, but she was still very weak. Kyle reached out to assist her, but she spat in his face, hawking a nice big loogy and landing it right in his eye. She had scored well on her Marksmanship and it paid off here. He recoiled with a snarl, wiping at his face, and she kept moving. She shuffled out and made her way over to where a big tree was in the front yard. She curled up under it and covered her face again, sobbing quietly now. Kyle stepped out of the shack and sat on the steps watching her there.

He wasn't entirely without sympathy for her, not in her current moment of weakness. He knew she felt trapped, that she was in pain, but there was nothing he could do for her. Nothing at all.