Falling for the Beast
"LMFranklin20"
Disclaimer: Left 4 Dead does not belong to me and I do not make any money off of this non-canon fiction.
Summary: Dr. Angelica Pavlov is put on the worst possible job she could get: training and socializing a feral Alpha male Hunter. When he shows an unnerving interest in her, Angelica finds herself falling for the beast.
Rating: M+ due to blood, gore, violence, language, and intensely detailed adult situations (In other words, its Infected/Survivor SEX. Don't read it if you don't like it!)
Chapter Two: Light and Dark
He's been caged again. This cage is almost too small for him and he growls lowly, thrashing in it occasionally and glaring through the bars. He hooks his claws around them, testing their strength when a heavily muscled man walks in. He carries a syringe taped at the end of a long pole and he kneels by the cage, curling his lip slightly, "Shut up, you." He pokes and prods with the pole but the Hunter manages to deflect him, snapping his teeth and lurching forward, accidentally pricking himself with it and the man shakes his head, "Got to get you all nice and calm for when the Doc comes in, after all."
He curls his lip into a snarl, batting at the needle and wriggling helplessly on the end of it as the plunger is depressed, sending a mix of chemicals into his system. As the pole is withdrawn, he lets out a soft shriek, stumbling and his vision swimming. He manages to keep his knees underneath him but he goes down, his cheek resting against the cold floor. He could have been a drunk man but the unnatural sluggish growling is not that of a man.
The guard can't hold back a dark chuckle as he levels his gaze with the Hunter and then stands, walking to the exit of the room and waving his fingers, calling out in a sing-song voice, "Nighty night." As the door closes, the Hunter finally lets out a soft whine, leaning onto his side and hitting his head against the floor with a ragged sound. He wants out. He wants to leap and hunt and be free again. But the door opens and the female with the red hair-she's back! He blankly licks his lips, remembering her taste from several days before as he shifts his head so he can look at her.
Angelica sighs as she shakes her head, "Can't believe this…" She glances at the big Hunter in the cage, rubbing her shoulder absently. There's a slight bulge under her white coat where its been bandaged from his bite. Thank god she's immune. When the Hunter whines, she only gives a soft sound of relief. He's caged and drugged. She sits herself down in a metal folding chair, a few feet away from him and well out of his reach as she jots a few notes onto her clipboard. After a moment, she removes the backpack she'd been carrying, setting it down next to the leg of her chair.
The Hunter reaches through the bars, his claws ticking against the floor as he gives a gurgling whine. Angelica shakes her head, "Don't know how they expect me to run any tests when its most of the way unconscious." At her voice, he gives a slurred growl, attempting to push himself up. His movements are jerky and uncoordinated but he manages to move as close as the bars will allow him, his nose twitching almost comically.
She shakes her head and retrieves a toy from inside her pack, the type with shape cutouts and corresponding blocks used for babies. Carefully leaning around, she opens a hatch on the top of the cage and drops the toy in before quickly snapping the hatch closed again. He flinches when the toy lands on top of him and scoots back, baring his teeth slightly before he drags himself to a corner, kicking the toy away. "Knew it," Angelica shakes her head as she continues to watch him, almost feeling a bit of pity for the poor creature.
Angelica pulls her clipboard back into her lap, sighing again as she starts to scribble her notes down, pausing when the Hunter turns his back on her and starts up a constant, soft whimpering. It sounds so pathetic. "Apparent emotional distress," she mutters softly, "That's one we don't see often." He's huddled down as much as he can be, turning his back on her in apparent dismissal. When she sets her clipboard back down, she hesitates before venturing a little closer, shifting to sit on her knees in front of the cage, remaining well out of his reach. She's already suffering from cramps and is not quite in the mood to be stuck doing this.
She watches as he tries to get comfortable, to no avail and a pang of sympathy goes through her when he gives a defeated whimper, just curling up tightly and trembling. She shakes her head, trying to rid herself of it. She wishes she could just leave already.
"You know, I really don't see why they have me doing this," she sighs aloud, "We've tried it before and its never any different. They know full and well there's no coming back from that."
He only whines in response, curling up tighter.
After another long moment, she just shakes her head slightly and then looks down at a watch on her wrist, "Well, I'm getting out of here before those drugs wear off." She gathers her things together and stands, heading for the door. At the sound of someone leaving, he turns over, onto his stomach and lets out a louder whine. Angelica pauses, turning to eye the Hunter oddly. Its strange behavior and she's not quite sure what to make of it. One hand is still reaching for the door as she watches him. His matted hair covers most of his face but his hand has slid between the bars again, the claws scratching softly at the floor as he whines again.
He doesn't want to be alone. His pack is gone. His mate is dead. Everything he knows is confined to one small, cold, metal cage. Her eyes widen briefly, her hand travelling to her throat at the overwhelming loneliness on his face. "I," she says quietly, not sure of what to do. She then closes her eyes, shakes her head, and exits the room as quickly as she can. That was very nearly heartbreaking!
He whines, looking through the room and sensing he's alone once more. He sags some, dragging his hand back in and pacing back to the corner of his cage. He flails slightly when he nearly trips over the object she had thrown in his cage and he turns to it, baring his teeth and, in a fit of rage, rips into the plastic. He yowls and shrieks and by the time he's done, only mangled shreds of the plastic cube remain. Panting slightly, he backs into his corner and lays down, curling up as tightly as he can.
It's a few minutes after the red-haired female leaves that another presence enters the room. It's the same guard that had saved Angelica from his attack before. The one who had thrown him into the wall. He ducks his head out of the door, looking both ways before shutting it firmly behind himself. "Hey there," he calls in a fake, cheerful tone, an odd grin painted on his face. The Hunter doesn't like it and the drugs are starting to wear off. He lets out a growl, baring his teeth at the new target, now that his vision is clearing. His movements are still sluggish as he raises himself as much as he can, letting his snarl build in the room between them.
Its sudden when the cage is kicked hard, nearly throwing it onto its side and the guard chuckles, backing up just enough that he's out of reach. The Hunter bares his teeth again, striking out but his knuckles hit the bar of the cage and he pulls back quickly, yelping in pain. He's trembling with finely concealed rage, snarling at the blurry danger. The guard only laughs, waving his hands. "Whoa, lighten up buddy! And look," he says, retrieving the ever-familiar pole from a corner of the room and pulling a fresh syringe from his pocket. It could easily be loaded with a dangerous amount of sedative.
"I got you a present."
The Hunter backs up some, determined not to be stung by the power-leeching stick again. He slams his fist down and lets out a shriek full of challenge, snarling loudly as he rattles around in his cage. The guard is almost teasing as he shrugs, "Not doing much of anything from in there." He jabs the needle into the cage, hard enough to bruise if it were to actually make contact. The Hunter dances back though, swatting at the needle before grabbing the pole between his teeth and snarling as he shakes his head. "Oh no, you don't!" the guard grunts, yanking the pole back with a struggle and then jabbing it in hard, snagging the Hunter in the arm and quickly injected the load before he remove it. "Ah, there we go," he grins as he sits back slightly.
The Hunter yelps from the hard sting, dizziness starting to overwhelm his senses. He keeps up a faltering growl, stumbling hard and crashing into the bars of his cage. He snarls fiercely, blindly swinging, clipping his claws on the other poles but he needs to defend himself! The guard only laughs in response, waving it off, "I know, I know. I might've gone a little overboard on that one. Hopefully you don't overdose. That's not the plan here." He casually taps a foot, waiting until the Hunter isn't move as much. The Hunter is growling though whines are starting to seep into his sounds. He seems to be looking around, for what, the guard isn't terribly sure.
The woman-thing…he needs her. At least she hadn't hurt him! He lays on his side, panting heavily, panic starting to overwhelm him. He's vaguely aware of the other male leaning against a wall, "Now that's more like it. A Leaper killed my brother, you know." He tips his head down slightly, rubbing at the scruff on his jaw, "He was a good kid. Not too old, a couple of years younger than me. He would've done well, but one of you LITTLE FUCKS saw fit to rip him to shreds." He watches the Hunter tilt his head towards the door, as though looking for something and then turn back to him, baring his teeth viciously. The movements are slow and uncoordinated though. The drugs have done their work.
The guard opens the front of the cage, "Oh don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. Would risk my job, you know?" He reaches in, trying to drag the Hunter out. His expression darkens as he manages to growl softly, "Get out here." The Hunter snarls and wildly snaps his teeth, the bite and strike sloppy because of the drugs. He's starting to feel funny in his midsection. Something's wrong! He grunts and flails, backing as far into the corner as he can. When the guard manages to seize him, he begins dragging him out, ignoring the flailing limbs, trusting that the drugs have taken a decent effect by then. The Hunter has resorted to using as much of his weight as he can, making loud crying noises, no doubt calling for any of his fellow Leapers to help him.
Once he finally has him out, the guard tosses the Hunter onto the floor, waving his fingers mockingly, "Hi." The Hunter growls, trying to scoot back and crawling away as best he can. "Uh-uh," the Guard grunts, kicking the Hunter solidly in the ribs, "You're not going anywhere." The Hunter muffles a yelp, biting the inside of his own cheek. He will not show weakness in front of the other male. His vision is blurring and he can't smell anything and what he can smell makes no sense. His claws dig into the floor as he rolls onto his stomach, instinctively protecting his sensitive and vulnerable areas. The Guard hauls him up, handling him roughly, "Get up!" The Hunter snarls, taking the opportunity to grab the guard's wrist and, even in his drugged state, managing some strength. He yanks down hard, hearing a satisfying pop when does so, though his legs crumble under him.
The Hunter's mouth twists into a sneer as the guard bellows in pain, dropping him and kicking out blindly. "Son of a bitch!" One of his arms is still some good though and he manages to drag and shove the Hunter back into the cage, slamming it shut. "Oh, you little fuck," he hisses, his face red with rage, "Oh you'll be seeing me later." With that, he quickly leaves the room, holding his wrist and hissing in pain. The Hunter whines softly when he's back in his cage. But at least he's safe for now. He drags himself into a corner, bruised and beaten but nothing broken. One of his fangs shows as he sneers again. He's not broken. But the other male is.
A/N: TADA! I have finally written the second chapter! OuO No one can throw anything at me because this is an intense writing session closely followed by at least two more chapters TODAY. So keep an eye open kiddies!
Angelica Pavlov, the guard, and Dr. Katz are all characters of TvirusRose and should be acknowledged as such, especially since Angelica is so much fun to mess with :3 Visit her on deviantart as well and check out her groups!
Scott (The Hunter) is my OC and feel free to check out art of him and other Hunters/OC's at my account on Deviantart, by LMFranklin18! Remember, I feed off of comments and love! GIVE TO ME! *Rolls in love*