Warning: This chapter contains suggested sexual violence
Chapter 4
"Good evening, Cable. Did you have to shoot Deadpool in the back?" asks Gideon, picking up his glass of wine. "Would you care to join us? Some wine, perhaps?"
"I'm here for Sam, you son of a bitch," replies Cable, glaring at Gideon.
Shrugging his shoulders, Gideon takes a sip of his wine. Glancing once at Cannonball, he returns his attention to Cable. Setting his wine back down, Gideon shakes his head.
"I'm afraid young Samuel will stay here with me," says Gideon. "He's mine, Cable."
Hearing only the smallest noise, Gideon glances once over his shoulder in time for a table to slam into him. Knocked off of his feet, Gideon quickly stands back up. Watching the table come zooming at him again, he is able to dodge out of the way. Landing next to Cannonball, Gideon turns his gaze to Cable.
"I have wonder for a long time what your mutant ability is, Cable," says Gideon. "Of course you realize that two can play your game."
Struck from behind with a chair, Cable is knocked to the ground before he even realizes that Gideon is using his own mutant ability: the ability to duplicate any other mutants' power.
Finding another chair flying at him, Cable jumps to the side. But, though finding safety from the chair, he lands next to a now conscious Deadpool. Before he can dodge again, Cable is struck twice: a roundhouse kick to the head by Deadpool and a flying chair into his back. Falling to the ground, Cable is knocked out.
"Now to truly be rid of you forever," says Gideon, glancing once at the downed Cable before turning to look at Cannonball. "The both of you."
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Slowly opening his eyes, the first thing Cable does upon waking up is shutting his eyes again. Shit. Too bright! Where the hell am I? Opening his eyes once more, Cable notices something he hadn't when he first gained consciousness: he's tied up. Jerking at the bonds that hold him, he not only can feel the rope biting into his wrist and ankles, but the heavy weight of a collar around his neck.
Finish taking in his physical situation, Cable glances around the room to find that he is not alone. Bound next to him, Cannonball is watching him.
"Ah'm sorry about this, sir," says Cannonball, glancing away.
"Not your fault, Sam," replies Cable, as he works at the bonds that hold his hands. I can feel the ropes loosening.
Opening his mouth to argue, Cannonball quickly shuts his mouth as he watches the far door open. Strolling into the room, Gideon walks over to them and looks down at them.
"We are almost ready for you, Samuel," says Gideon, staring down at the bound mutant. "If you behave, it will be over quickly."
Reaching down, Gideon clamps his hand on Cannonball's arm and jerks him to his feet. Throwing his weight in the opposite direction, Cannonball slips out of Gideon's grasp and falls to the floor.
"Really, Samuel," sighs Gideon. "This isn't necessary."
Thinking quickly, Cable attempts to draw Gideon's attention away from Cannonball.
"Why now, Gideon?" asks Cable. "You have all the time in the world. If you kill him, you'll be hunted down by so many people."
"Quite simple, Cable. The sooner he is dead, the less of a threat he presents to myself and others like me," answers Gideon, reaching down and jerking Cannonball to his feet.
This time ready for any tricks that Cannonball might pull, Gideon keeps his grip as again Cannonball attempts to jerk away from him. Realizing that Gideon isn't going to let him go, Cannonball quits his struggle and only glares at Gideon.
"Ah've asked ya before and Ah'll ask ya again. Why am Ah so important?" demands Cannonball.
"Haven't you figured it out, Sam?" asks Cable, glancing once at his second-in-command. "He's scared of you. Scared of your destiny."
"Not scared, Cable," replies Gideon, shaking his head. "Merely concerned. I feel it would be better for all if I simply eliminate him and his destiny."
With nothing more to say, Gideon walks Cannonball out of the room.
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As the doors shut behind Gideon and Cannonball, Cable places his full focus on the bonds that hold him. As he feels the ropes slacken, Cable glances once more at the door.
Whoever did the ropes knew what he was doing. Damn! It might take me more time than Sam has.
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After having walked a fair distance from the room in which Cable was left in, Gideon and Cannonball finally come to a door. Swinging the door wide open, Gideon moves Cannonball into the room. Raising his gaze to take in his surroundings, Sam finds a room with a few computers, some medical equipment, and a long table.
"Good evening, Dr. Anderson," says Gideon, nodding his head toward a man who has entered the room from a different door. "I trust that everything is in order."
"Oh yes, quite," replies the doctor. "If you could lead the patient to the examining table, we can begin."
The doctor moves to one of the counters and inspects his instruments. Gideon guides Cannonball to the table. Jerking from his hold, Cannonball uses the table for balance to save him from falling to the floor. Glaring at the older immortal, Cannonball shakes his head.
"Ah ain't getting on that table," says Cannonball.
"It doesn't matter, Samuel," replies Gideon with a gentle smile. "If you will not work with us, the good doctor will simply inject you with something that will make you more reasonable."
Stepping closer, Gideon stares down the young man. Without breaking eye contact, Gideon addresses Doctor Anderson.
"Doctor, I think we may need something that will make Samuel…a little bit more agreeable," says Gideon.
"I'm sure I have the very thing you mean, Mr. Gideon," replies the doctor, glancing back toward the two men before returning his attention to the counter.
Picking up a syringe from the table, filled with a clear liquid, Doctor Anderson walks over to Gideon and Cannonball. Grabbing Cannonball's arm, Gideon holds out the limb to the doctor. Jerking in Gideon's grasp, Cannonball attempts to free himself.
"Calm yourself, Samuel," says Gideon. "It will all be over soon."
A second hand is placed on Cannonball's arm, as the doctor helps Gideon hold Cannonball's arm. Driving the needle into Sam's upper arm, the doctor presses the plunger, pushing the drug into Cannonball's system. Releasing the mutant, the doctor turns away from the two men and returns to his counter.
For a moment, Cannonball feels nothing. Maybe he grabbed the wrong needle, thinks Cannonball hopefully. But slowly, he feels his hope slide away as his mind and sight begins to cloud. Slumping against the table, Cannonball shakes his head, trying to overcome the drug.
"It's no use, Samuel," says Gideon. "The sedative is very effective."
Opening his mouth to speak, Cannonball finds that he can't seem to concentrate on what he wants to say.
"Perhaps you need to lie down?" suggests Gideon, raising his other hand and taking a hold of Cannonball's other arm.
Trying to jerk away from the older man, Cannonball finds himself as weak as a baby.
"No," whispers Cannonball, struggling to regain control over his mind and body.
Glancing over to the doctor, Gideon motions for the other man to join him.
"I believe Samuel can't make the table on his own," says Gideon. "A touch of help is needed, Doctor."
Nodding his head, the doctor moves to join the other two men. Placing a hand on Cannonball's right elbow, the doctor glances once at his employer.
"Mr. Gideon, might we remove the ropes on the patient. It may make things easier," suggests Dr. Anderson.
"True," replies Gideon. "If you could hold him upright, I will remove the bonds."
Loosening his grip on Cannonball's arms, Gideon turns Sam around so that the younger mutant's back is facing him. Trailing his fingertips down Cannonball's back, Gideon reaches the small of Cannonball's back and his bound wrists. Ah, if only there was more time, Samuel. The things I could show you. Loosening the ropes, Gideon frees Sam's hands before turning the younger man to face him.
Trying to focus his eyes, Cannonball, even through his mind was cloudy, felt the almost lover-like caress from the older mutant. Knowing how helpless the drug has made him, Cannonball can only glare.
"Never," whispers Cannonball.
With a slight smile, Gideon tilts his head. Raising a hand, he brushes his fingers lightly over one of Cannonball's cheeks. Using what little strength he has, Cannonball jerks his head away from Gideon's hand.
"No," murmurs Cannonball, glaring at Gideon.
Keeping his eyes solely on Cannonball, Gideon addresses the doctor.
"Doctor, I find that there is some…unfinished business that I must attend to," says Gideon, placing both of his hands on Cannonball's arm to hold him steady.
"Do we need to reschedule the…examination?" asks the doctor, glancing between the two mutants.
"Yes, I believe so," replies Gideon, finally shifting his gaze to the doctor. "I believe an hour is all I need."
"Very good, sir," replies the doctor.
Walking away from the two mutants, the doctor heads for the door.
"Doctor?" calls Gideon, his eyes having returned to Cannonball.
"Yes, Mr. Gideon?" asks Dr. Anderson, turning around the face his employer.
"How long will the drug hold?" asks Gideon. "I wouldn't want Samuel to gain control of himself before we are done."
"To be honest, I do not know," replies the doctor, shaking his head. "I've never had to worry about longevity before."
"I see," replies Gideon. Glancing once at the counter where all of the doctor's supplies are located, he glances once more at Doctor Anderson. "Do you have more of the drug, then? That way, if the sedative seems to be wearing off, I might apply it again."
"Of course, sir," replies the doctor, who walks back to the counter.
While looking for the drug in question, Gideon turns his attention back to Cannonball. Leaving only one hand to hold Cannonball upright, Gideon raises his right hand and slowly runs his thumb back and forth over Cannonball's lips.
"We will only have an hour, but the things that I will show you in that time," murmurs Gideon to the younger man.
Disgust thunders through Cannonball. Shaking his head as violently as his drugged body would allow, Cannonball tries to deny what is about to occur.
"No," mutters Cannonball.
Leaning forward, Gideon blows lightly into Cannonball's ear.
"I understand, Samuel," breathes Gideon directly into Cannonball's ear. "This is your first time."
Moving away from Cannonball's ear, Gideon slides his free hand down Samuel's chest.
"Don't," says Cannonball, his voice gaining strength.
"I'll be gentle, Samuel," whispers Gideon, as he glides his hand over Cannonball's hip. "I promise."
Glancing over Cannonball's shoulder to the doctor, Gideon notices that the doctor has found the needed drug.
"It will only take a moment more, Mr. Gideon," says the doctor over his shoulder. "I need only fill one of the needles for you."
"Very well, doctor," replies Gideon. "As soon as it's ready, please bring it to me."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: THE ORIGINAL STORY I WROTE DID NOT INCLUDE THE SUGGESTED SEXUAL VIOLENCE. I'VE INCLUDED IT TO ADD MORE TENSION TO THE STORY.