Summary: The X-men get an unexpected visitor with disastrous results. Part four of my Game series.
Disclaimer : I do not own the X-men or any of their associated villains, but the Siskans, the Dognan, Jael and the Outkasts are mine. Please do not use them without my permission. Thanks. :)
Rated M for profanity, violence and some sexual content.
Updated 10-25-13 to add (break)s as needed and fix stuff.
(One)
"Well, it must have been fun," you say, "being able to know things ahead of time, wowing all of your friends and being such a big hit at parties."
I suppose that might have been true for a time. These simple images I would see in my strange black room window - a lost ring, a new dish to try. Yes they were fun and gave me something to look forward to.
But then one day, something odd happened. I stood before my window and saw more than just a simple image. I saw myself sprawled across a large four poster bed, the body of my new Master on top of me. His name was Trishnar I had learned by then, a Dognan King of high rank. Trishnar was ravishing me, enjoying me with wild abandon, loving me with all he had to give. I was lying there, my head thrown back and my eyes closed in pure bliss, the picture of complete and utter surrender.
I could never have been more surprised.
You have to understand something first before you can see why this was so shocking to me. This happened many years ago and I wasn't the same person I am now. I was freed from the wall I had built, but I hadn't been out long. The first time I had this vision of my Master, the Games Master had only just repaired me. He had done his best to fit all my broken pieces back into some kind of normal shape but that repair had little or no impact on how I felt about those who had previously owned me. Because I had been so badly shattered at the hands of others, I had vowed never to let another of the Chuckfet touch me again.
Oh, sorry. That word again.
As I've explained before, Chuckfet is a word I use to distinguish between the real, living fleshly ones and myself. I am not organic, I never have been and I never will be. It is this distinction that gives the Chuckfet –- in their own minds – the right to use and abuse me as they have seen fit - and I will tell you, I was more often abused than used properly in my long life. I had sworn never to let another Chuckfet have me like that again and yet there I was, seeing it up on the screen with my own eyes.
This is a mistake, I thought to myself, but later when it actually happened, I knew that it hadn't been. But I had learned something critical by then - that while my window might show me some things, it didn't show me the whole picture. I never saw the event leading up to what was shown, it was a scene taken out of context. Yes, I had finally allowed Trishnar to have me, but only after he had given me a gift so precious, I couldn't help but love him then. In my vision I had seen myself being taken, but not the gift that had finally opened my heart. That was important. I could no longer outright dismiss what I might see.
It was then that I began to realize that the things I would see in this window were for more than my simple amusement. They were messages and I had better start paying close attention. I was right. It wasn't long before what they began to show me changed me forever.
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A week after Sabretooth's arrival to the Complex, The Lucky Dragon landed outside on the sun warmed tarmac and the ramp came down, inviting its passengers to disembark. Fallen had just completed a refugee run, ferrying some new people from Westchester to the new Arizona Complex. A cloaked woman departed with Fallen's passengers, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible in the group. Her name was Mary Green and she wasn't the only one wearing such concealing robes, there were others among her with mutations so hideous, they were afraid to show themselves. Many of these folks had things to hide — scales, wings, horns and the like. Her purpose was somewhat different, she wasn't here to join Xavier's cause for peace, she was a spy among this group and was sneaking in. She didn't think she would be recognized here by anyone, but didn't want to take any chances.
"This way please," Fallen said politely, guiding her passengers towards the door.
Mary marveled at the sight of her, stunned by Fallen's likeness to Kimble.
Mary Green knew Kimble well. She had once been Sabretooth's right hand gal. She had been there when Kimble was picked up and then unexpectedly integrated into Victor's life. Kimble had quieted Sabretooth's savage rages, enough that she and her boss had actually become lovers. Mary was kept close - she was a plasma producer by mutation and had been the one who had fed Kimble his precious energy to survive. The Siskan had been quite addicted to her plasma and she had used him often. Their relationship had abruptly ended when Sabretooth had taken on a mission that put him in a position to kill some X-men, Remy in particular. Kimble had learned of it and when forced to choose between his Master and his friend, poor Sabretooth got the shaft. As much as Kimble loved his master, he loved Remy more. Kimble had fled, foiled Sabretooth's plans, and had been living with the X-men ever since. Mary hadn't seen Kimble or Creed since then. A terrorist and mercenary by trade, she now worked for someone else - Jael.
Mary had now maneuvered herself to be taken along with the other refugees from New York once the signal from Sabretooth's embedded trackers had come in and Jael learned where he had been taken. Poor Creed, she thought to herself. She had learned of his torture through Jael's grapevine and still felt bad for the big guy. He wasn't the worst boss she had ever had. Too bad he had crossed Jael like that, but there wasn't anything to be done for it now. Time had changed things for them both, one had to choose a side and survive.
Mary followed the rest of the group out to the landing platform, looking up with awe at the large two story building covered in bright shining glass. It seemed like an ordinary office building, but she knew otherwise now. She could see how cleverly this place had been cloaked, no wonder Jael hadn't been able to find it without using trackers. She wasn't prepared for what she saw next.
"Fallen! Wasayachay natoo roo a sect! Where've you been, girl? I was looking all over for you! You frightened me!"
"Good morrow, Seth! I had to make this run for the Professor. Didn't you get my note?"
Mary watched with stunned fascination as Fallen raced across the platform and into Seth's open arms. At first Mary thought it was Kimble and she had a bit of a start, but then she saw Seth's hair was white like the woman's and his voice was different. His eyes were soft and kind and he seemed less than Kimble had been somehow. There was no mistaking the Mark, though. His tattoo was huge and bright green like Kimble's had been. Perhaps Jael had made a mistake in thinking there had only been one Siskan here and Creed had taken the wrong man.
The two pilots embraced with true feeling and Mary felt a surge of jealousy at the sight of it. She could see these two were in love, something her life's choices had never allowed. She had been a mercenary her whole life, something that wasn't going to change any time soon. This time out she was in Jael's employ, sent here to follow up on the tracking devices that had been planted in Creed. If at all possible, she was to take Kimble's Angel and bring it back to Jael. If she did that, she was guaranteed a hefty bonus.
Mary followed the others inside and was processed along with the other refugees. She had been warned about the extraordinary measures Charles Xavier was taking with the new people and expected her mission would take several days at least. Her fingerprints and photograph were taken and she relaxed only when she wasn't recognized. Supposedly all of her records as a woman terrorist had been erased and cleaned up by Jael's previous spies, but one never knew. Charles Xavier had a huge database of rogue mutants and she watched as some less fortunate than herself were rejected and taken away to more secure areas for further processing. She was given food and quarters with the ones that passed inspection. She settled in and the next day began trolling for her prey.
She had figured that her quarry would be on the social side so she hit as many of the Clubs and eateries as she could, hoping he would show up. She didn't have to wait long.
Kimble was on his way down from his morning sun when he paused outside one of the first level eateries. It was here that the newest mutant arrivals were allowed to mingle and he had rarely been inside, preferring the more secure lower levels where only those with higher clearance had access. At this moment however, he had stopped in his tracks, riveted in place by the unmistakable scent of bio-produced plasma.
As if Kimble didn't have enough problems, he was also a plasma junkie, especially the kind produced by the few mutants who possessed the ability. It was one thing to drink this marvelous energy from the sun, it was quite another to get a full shimmering, intoxicating dose from a bio-producer mutant. Kimble was as addicted as any Crack whore and had zero willpower when it came to the stuff. Remy knew this about Kimble and he was kept well segregated from any bio-producers on the team. Fortunately plasma mutants were rare and it usually wasn't much of a problem. Mary was a new arrival and wouldn't be flagged as a problem for the Siskan until she had access to those levels where Kimble normally prowled.
Kimble couldn't stop himself from entering the restaurant and working his way over to the bar. He ordered a drink for an excuse to remain and then cautiously scanned the room, his hands trembling with excitement at the prospect of a nice plasma high. He was done with niceties when it came to his fix, he would steal it forcefully if he had to, but it was nicer if it came willingly. He sensed what he was looking for was over in the corner - a cloaked figure sat there at a booth, a plate of food on the table. Kimble couldn't see the face, but he didn't really care. Whomever it was, Kimble decided they would have to be friends. Right now. Today.
You gotta be kiddin' me, Zander complained from within. You got no idea who that is. This is a higher level. It ain't safe.
Plasma makes us strong, Kimble argued.
No, it don't! It makes us high. Higher than ya needs ta be. It's too dangerous. Angel's out of school in a coupla hours. Fergit it, chum.
Kimble didn't care to respond. He didn't care at all actually. Zander was dismissed and forgotten as he paid the bar and carried his drink over to the table. He nodded at the person sitting there. "This seat taken?"
Mary looked up at him smiled, amazed at her good fortune. It had to be fate for him to have found her so easily. "For you? Never, my love."
Kimble recognized her immediately and his face broke out in a beaming smile. While he and Kristalay had parted on shaky terms years ago, he and Mary had not. He had no reason to fear her. "M-Mary? Is that you? Good Lord, it's been a long while! What're ya'll doin' here?"
"Sit, please. You haven't changed a bit."
Kimble sat and shrugged. "That ain't exactly true," he said, leaning back to show her his Mark. He was wearing a shirt as he always did inside the Complex, the rule had been drilled into him back at the Institute - "Thou shalt not walk about bare chested." He didn't understand it, as he didn't understand many of the human rules he was subjected to every day, but went along with them to conform. He was wearing a fleece sweatshirt with a half zipper and opened it enough for her to see the bright purple.
Mary was a bit surprised, but she hid it well. When they had last met, his Mark had been green like Seth's."It suits you. You look well."
"I'm doin' great. Got the whole voices thing fixed. It just me in here," Kimble said, not being entirely honest. He was emboldened to speak freely because he knew who Mary was – or he thought he did. Last he knew Mary was Kristalay's girl. They had all been lovers once so long ago. That intimacy cost Kimble now, he had no idea just who he was really with and treachery had never crossed his mind.
"That's good news. Hey, how about you show me around some? I'd love to see your place," she said suggestively, reaching out across the table to take his hand.
Kimble shivered at her touch and his grin got a little wider at the temptation of her plasma so close. He was almost where she wanted him but not quite. "I'd love to, but I'm down in the restricted area."
She let him have a sip of her power. "I'm sure it'll be okay. You know who I am. Let me love you, Kimble. Just fer old times sake."
Old times shure. Just like when we's nearly killed our Kristalay. No more 'just like old times' fer us, Kim, Lin whispered, rattling his tiny chains for emphasis.
Kimble looked away, Lin's uninvited thoughts wilting his desire for plasma, even that from an old friend. "It ain't safe fer you here, Mary. Not with me," he said suddenly, shifting in his seat as he made to leave.
Mary was puzzled by his swift change in attitude. She knew he wanted her, he was just going to need stronger persuasion. She gripped his hand even more tightly, trapping him here in the booth "Why not?"
"Cuz I gots a real bad habit of hurtin' folks what stick around me too long. If ya stays with me, I'll hurts ya, too." He pulled his hand away from her and kept his eyes down.
"What are you talking about?"
"People who git to know me just a little too well git sick. Kristalay just come back, too. He's all busted up."
Kristalay? Mary thought to herself in confusion. It had been a long time since she had heard the name. It came to her quickly, though. Oh, yeah that was his little nickname for Creed. "I'm sure whoever did it had good cause. You know how he is. Besides, we've got a lot of catching up to do, you and me. Take me home, Kimble. I'll do you right, you know that."
Get out! Zander was screaming now. He could sense the trap even if Kimble didn't. Don't you do it, Kim! Don't you be that stupid!
Kimble reacted to Zander's panic and felt suddenly afraid. He retreated, saying, "No. Stay here and be safe, but stays away from me. I'm poison. I gots ta go."
Still as weak as ever, Mary laughed to herself. A nice easy target. She took his hand again and gave him another quick charge of plasma, this one bigger than the last. Kimble jerked in her grasp, startled, but his whole manner suddenly changed. She could see how he wanted her now, oh yes. She had known of his addiction to plasma and was now using it to control him and bend him to her will. She had no idea the efforts it had taken for him to overcome this addiction and the pain and suffering he had been through because of it. She didn't care in the least. She had a job to do and the means to see it done. "Come and lay with me," she demanded now, using his own words to persuade. "It'll be good like before. I promise."
"Mary, don't..." he pleaded, but his eyes were so hungry, so hungry. He was forgetting that it was him that had come in here seeking her out. It was all so fuzzy now and he was confused.
"I'll do as I please. Especially with you."
"Yes, Mary..." he said softly, lowering his eyes. He had automatically fallen into the submissive posture he had held the whole time she'd known him. Her authoritative voice commanded it and he obeyed.
She yanked on him, pulling him over the table and kissed him, flooding him with her power and heat. He gave a token fight, forcing her to hold on to him tighter, but then relaxed, beaten. He looked back at her with dreamy, intoxicated eyes and then took her hand, leading her away towards the exit, to the elevators and to his personal quarters just as she had expected him to. This was much too easy, and much too fun.
He used his badge to get them past the secured areas and then took her to his small apartment. Mary played along as her eyes roamed about quickly. She was sent here to steal away his angel, the mysterious object that Kimble had been predicted to find. If Xavier wasn't going to willingly hand the Siskan over, Jael was hoping to use it to lure Kimble out to where he could be taken, or heck, just having the angel might be good enough. The problem was no one knew what Kimble's Angel was or what it looked like. It had been different for each Siskan, no one found the same thing. Mary was flying blind - she couldn't ask Kimble about it, she didn't dare. Her search may take more than one attempt. She couldn't let him suspect her.
Kimble was high now and aroused from the plasma, groping her and kissing her madly once they had stepped into the privacy of his rooms. Mary was shaking now. She had forgotten how good this was, the clever touch of his hands. Jael could have given her no easier task. She let him tow her towards the bedroom.
"Oh! You have a child?" she exclaimed in surprise when she saw Angel's room full of toys and the trappings of a small girl.
"Yeah, I takes care of her. I takes care of all the kids. Don' worry, she's in school. She won't be back fer a while."
It never occurred to Mary that Angel was anything more than just an ordinary child. Jael had given her no such warning, simply because he didn't know an Angel could take this form. All of his Siskans had found objects and keys, not a creature of living flesh. She took Kimble at his word and moved on, her own passion driving her.
Now that she was here, she had to have him again, this luscious morsel who touched her with such care and desire. They stumbled and fell onto his bed, still wrapped around each other and kissing madly. Clothing went flying and was forgotten on the floor as the couple wrestled in their passionate embrace. She let him possess her body with his own and then all control was hers. Wings and soft white fur trembled under her touch, his soft moans of pleasure music to her ears. It had been so long, so long since she had had any lover with his level of skill. This was beyond good. She took full advantage of him, feeling his skin heat up as her power cascaded into him, bending him to her will. She had forgotten how he reacted to her power - he was stoned almost immediately, so very high, and obeyed her every command, bringing her to heights no other man had ever been able to do since he had left her.
When they were finished, when the physical dance was done, she lay in his warm and comforting embrace until she thought she felt him fall asleep. She pulled away, but he startled her by grabbing her wrist. "Where ya goin', Mary?" he asked in a hazy slur without opening his eyes. His question was gentle, he did not suspect her, he was merely curious.
"I have to go to the bathroom."
He grunted a laugh. "Don' stays away long, I ain't done with ya yet."
Oh yes, you are, she thought to herself. As much as I'd love to tumble with you again, I have work to do. "Lay easy, lover," she said and gave him a heavy blast of plasma.
He grunted in surprise from the sudden influx of power, but couldn't stop the overload from happening. His body took what she gave him and he fell back, giggling madly, his mind hopelessly gone. His eyes rolled back in his head and he blacked out from the overload, leaving Mary to do as she pleased.
Mary worked quickly, not knowing how much time she had. She searched every cupboard, every drawer, dumping everything out as her frustration grew. She didn't know what she was looking for. She used a kitchen knife to slash open the furnishings in hopes that Kimble might have hidden the his angel object away somewhere. She found nothing. The harder she searched and the bigger the mess became.
In her frustration, she turned to the child's room, ripping through the toys and games until the obvious finally slapped her in the face. The child's name, it was everywhere. Angel. The child was the Angel. Kimble had said this child was in school. All she had to do was find her, perhaps she could even ensnare the unsuspecting child on her way home. Fueled with renewed optimism, Mary left to finish her job. It wouldn't be easy, but she was good, yes. If she hadn't been, she wouldn't have been chosen. Jael was going to be so pleased.