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 Three: JailBreak
Angelica walks into the Hunter's room, her clipboard ready and out. By now its become somewhat routine. "Day three of observation," she musters as she writes it down, her gaze fully fixed on it. The Hunter is curled tightly in his cage, his arms over his head. She glances up at the small sound and then lowers her clipboard in confusion, walking towards the cage. "What the…Where did these bruises come from?" She frowns some as she looks him over. He turns slightly, able to see her clearly for the first time and he glares hard at her. Where was she when he had needed her?! He curls up tighter, wrapping his arm around himself to hide his pain.
The guard enters the room behind Angelica, through the still open door, "Alright Doc, we're going to move this one back into the testing area, so I'm just going to administer a sedative." The Hunter's ears ring at that familiar voice and he snarls full force. He's up in moments, waiting for the stinging insect to come into his cage. Snarls roll through him, vibrating his teeth and jaw as he fixes the guard in his sights. Angelica blinks, raising her brows and turning to face the guard, "It doesn't seem to like you, Mr. Kasche." The guard only shrugs, "Its only a rage machine, what do you expect?" As soon as she looks away though, the guard is grinning fiercely, making a fist with one hand threateningly, reaching for the pole.
His actions are met by the Hunter thrashing wildly, claws slashing at the bars as he lets out a shriek of challenge. He butts his shoulder against the bars and zones in on the spot where he's seen the soft ones open his cage. He claws at it, banging his shoulder against it as snarls and growls louder. Angelica stumbles back in fright, "Oh my god!" The Hunter seems to have gone completely mad in his cage and with his strength, it's a possibility that he could get loose. "Shit," the guard mutters, frantically fumbling for the remote for the shock collar. When he realizes he doesn't have it, he begins rigging the sedative to the pole as quickly as he can, "Hang on Angelica!"
The Hunter snarls again before letting out a full on roar, backing up as far as he can, bracing his arms to either side of him and pressing his feet against the bars behind himself. He launches himself HARD at the cage door and is almost surprised when it finally snaps and crumbles under his weight. He spills out onto the floor and almost seems surprised, stumbling back to his hands and feet. He shakes himself, a little worse for wear but then turns towards the guard, raising himself into an aggressive posture, arms spread and crouched low to the floor. Angelica screams and flees into a corner of the room, her clipboard clattering to the floor.
It's a face off between the Hunter and the guard and the Hunter bares his mutated fangs and tosses his head. A dirty golden eye shines from under his matted hair. She's going to die, Angelica is sure. She's closest to the Hunter and he looks PISSED. The Hunter isn't concerned with her though, stalking slowly towards the guard, crouching low with a loud snarl. His gaze darts between the bite stick and back to the guard holding it. The guard drops the pole, fumbling for his gun instead, not nearly as quickly as he'd like considering the injured state of his arm. "Oh, you little shit," he hisses. Angelica can only watch in horror as the Hunter leaps, letting out a shriek and tackling the slightly larger guard. Claws rip and tear as he knocks away the firstick. He slams his hand against the guard's face and the other pins the guard's already injured wrist.
One knee slams hard into the guard's stomach and the other goes to the knee to support himself as he takes a moment to savor this. Angelica lets out a choked cry from her corner. Oh god, she doesn't want to see this. She doesn't want to- The Hunter pauses, scenting the female in the room. He can smell the blood from the mark he'd made on her and the salty tears running down her face. He's tempted to take her instead. Females are so much softer and their bodies more pleasurable to hold. He strains hard, tendons in his throat standing out as he keeps himself in check and then tears his claws down the guard's face. The man howls in pain, blood spilling over his features as the Hunter grabs his other wrist.
His face twists into a smirk as he starts to slam the guard's wrist into the floor, intent on breaking it. "Oh Jesus Christ!" The guard chokes out, his face bright red under the blood. He's dangerously close to passing out. The Hunter lets out a roar as he continues to beat on his prey, slamming his knee into the Guard's stomach again. The man spits up blood, spraying the Hunter's face with it. He shifts up and over the Guard, baring his teeth again and smacking him hard across the face. He scoots back slightly, kicking his feet as though he intends to bury the Guard before swinging towards Angelica.
Surprisingly, he doesn't feel the need to scare her anymore. He doesn't like that smell on her. She should have been there though, when he needed her. He's panting and his bruised ribs stand out clearly against his grayish skin. The guard is hacking up blood, slowly bleeding to death from lacerations across his face and his mashed wrist. He's surely bleeding internally. He leaves the Guard to whatever fate his injuries may deem and starts to stalk towards the female, growling softly and lifting his head to sniff at her. The Guard has passed out and Angelica huddles against the wall, her vision blurred with tears and terror racking her frame. "Oh my god," she gasps repeatedly, then manages to gasp in enough air to let out a shriek, "HELP! Oh god, someone help me!"
He flinches back at her scream and then issues his own screech, rushing her. He pants hard as he takes in her scent. The prey smell is powerful, nearly overwhelming. Angelica screams again, scrambling up against the wall before tripping over herself, falling to her hands and knees. She struggles to reach the door, slipping between him and the wall. The Hunter growls, watching her for a second before turning back towards the now-dead man. He grumbles slightly, lifting the Guard's limp arm before dropping it back down. It's a good kill, was a challenge with the man's bitestick and firestick. He perches on the man's chest, reaching over to snap the bitestick in half and growling at it. He laps at his various injuries, where the guard had struck him before turning to twist the guard's head this way and that, as though curious about the lack of movement.
The Guard's heart is still fluttering weakly but he's unconscious, too far gone. If he doesn't get help quickly, he really WILL be dead. Angelica's route to freedom is cut off by the Hunter now perched on the Guard's chest and she looks away from his play, crying softly to herself. The Hunter's mouth has twisted into a wry grin and he lets out a low growl and snaps the Guard's neck, effectively ending his life. Its not something his instincts demand but its certainly satisfying to him. Angelica visibly flinches at the sharp *snap*. She has to remind herself not to look.
The Hunter seems content to destroy everything in the room, stalking to his cage to play with the mangled door, pushing it back and forth experimentally. He finds the baby toys and pushes them towards her, huffing curiously. Angelica flinches away, shaking her head and trembling, "N-no…Wh-what do you want?" After a long moment of steadily staring at her, he holds the toys up with clumsy claws. He knows she threw them at him yesterday and he tore one apart in a fit of rage…but he wants to try and give them back. He gives a short barking sound, pushing and pulling them in the same manner as a child whose just discovered sand.
She's not entirely in her right state of mind, given what she's just witnessed as she reaches trembling hands forward to take the pieces, "N-no, you.." He grunts softly, sniffing at her hand and cocking his head. He licks her knuckle and then sits back, looking at her in an almost curious manner. His eyes are almost hidden but there's a dangerous predator quality to the gaze as he watches her. He's obviously ready to attack her, should she provoke him. Angelica finally leans back into the wall, trembling as she lets out a sob. She looks at the Guard's prone body without turning her head, "It was him…it was him, wasn't it?" She's stammering as she looks back at the Hunter's various bruises, "Where those bruises came from. He…" She…She should really move. To be honest, her legs aren't working at the moment.
He grunts slightly, looking in that direction and curling his lip before swinging his head back around to face her. He leans forward, sniffing at her knee for a moment before backing off. Her prey scent is driving him nuts and he retreats back to the body, shoving his clawed hand into the other male's chest cavity and ripping him open. Angelica lets out a shriek, looking away and covering her face in horror. The door swings open with a loud bang and a couple of men fill the doorway. With the lack of his report, they've come seeking the Guard. "Dennis? Are you in-Jesus FUCK!" one of them shouts, seeing the Hunter crouched over the now dead body. Blood has pooled around him and he-he's eating Dennis! Angelica is still against the wall, trembling with horror as she shakes her head.
He flinches when the other males enter the room and he positions himself firmly between them and the female creature, arching his back and baring his teeth wickedly. A low growl rumbles through him as he looks for a way out, rolling his shoulders in preparation. "F-FUCK!" One man quickly covers the door while the other draws his gun and aims. "No wait!" Angelica screams, waving her hands, "We-We need him!" The Hunter backs up against her and the overwhelming stench of blood and death fills her nostrils. She flinches back at the contact but is too afraid to move, "We've got to-to get him back to the big containment area." The smallest of the guards hesitates but then nods, drawing his tranquilizer gun from his belt.
The Hunter assumes his aggressive pose again, spreading his arms and roaring loudly, making the guards tense in surprise before the Guard fires, snatching the Hunter in the arm. He lets out a sharp yelp, looking at the little tranquilizer before baring his teeth again. After a few long moments though, he stumbles and then faceplants onto the floor with a groan. The guards rush in, in one fluid wave while Angelica manages to stand on her shaky legs. One Guard takes the Hunter's shoulders and lifts him up and over in a fireman's hold while the other supports Angelica, "Are you alright? That thing was right over you!" Shakily she nods, confused by his behavior herself, "I'm not hurt…Just, just hurry! Hurry before the meds wear off." The Guard nods, lifting the Hunter a little higher and then hurrying off with him.
"Get back to your room, Angelica. We'll send someone back for-for Dennis…"
A/N: Chapter Three! Up and going and GO MR. HUNTER! You defend yourself. And, the beginnings of getting tamed? Maybe XD
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