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Rahne had never cried so much in her life. She had been sick a few times in the toilet that was in her room, prison cell was more like it, and had tried to wash up in the sink, scratching at her skin until she bled. Nothing she could do could make her feel clean again. She felt so dirty, her body revolted her.
She wasn't positive, but she was pretty sure that they had been trapped here for three days now. Three incredibly long days. Rahne was dehydrated from crying and she forced herself off her bed and to the sink. Against her will, her mind became filled with the memories of Animusereptur and what he had done so far.
He had told her that he wasn't going to rape her yet, that that would be the grand finale at the end of the third day. He wanted to enjoy the girls first, get to know their bodies before he killed them. He would come into her room, force her to lay still as he touched her and told her sick and gruesome details about what he was planning on doing. Rahne would cry the entire time, beg for him to stop but he would only laugh and continue what he was doing, even forcing Rahne to touch him.
The memories of his hands on her made Rahne shudder and she turned to the toilet, wanting to vomit again, but found that she had nothing in her left to throw up. Today was the third day, and tonight would be the end. Rahne almost felt relieved as she realized that this would be it. That in a few hours, it would all be over. She didn't want to die, didn't want to see her friends die, but anything was better then being this sick man's toy.
She sighed as she sunk to her knees, exhausted to the point of delirious. She hadn't been able to sleep at night, the sound of her friends and her own crying kept her awake. Rahne thought about all she hadn't been able to do in life, all the plans that she had constructed for herself crumbling. She'd never be able to volunteer in the Peace Corps, or become a professional photographer. She'd never drive a motorcycle or kiss a boy. She wouldn't be able to help Miss Monroe with her garden this summer, the two of them bonding over nature.
Her body burned in the places he had touched her roughly and fiercely. Her hands disgusted her the most, for he had grabbed them and forced her to feel him, and she had washed them to the point of burning in the steamy hot water of her sink. They were red and tender now, and still filthy and revolting. She felt the same way about her breasts and her womanhood, all disgusting and corrupted now.
Rahne wondered what she should do. She hated sitting around, waiting for night to come so Animusereptur could kill them and steal their souls.
She thought of beautiful Scotland, the highlands had always been her favorite area of Scotland. They were so untouched, rugged and filled with beautiful mountains. She thought then of her Presbyterian minister of a father, Reverend Craig, who had raised her under the disguise that she was an orphan, never revealing that he was in fact her father and that she was born out of wedlock (1). She loved the Reverend, she really did. He had raised her with a strict moral code, and she knew he would be disgusted with her if he ever found out about how impure she was now that Animusereptur had corrupted her.
Rahne kept on her knees and began to pray quietly, pleading to her heavenly father to provide her with comfort in her time of passing, to deliver her from this life quickly and as painlessly as possible. She wanted to beg and plead for him to save her friends from the fate she was preparing for herself, to let them keep on living but refrained and instead prayed for their comfort and salvation.
She wondered briefly on her friends religious standing. Kitty she knew was a devout Jew and also that Amara believes in the Roman Pantheon, having been raised on an island that was basically extension of ancient Rome. She had grown up speaking Latin and worshipping the Roman deities. Jean was an Episcopalian, her brother was even studying to become a clergyman for the church. Jubilee she knew was a Christian, though her religion had never been something she paid much mind to. She had once told Rahne that she believed in God, but also believed that they were alone. Rahne was fairly certain that Rouge felt the same way, the Southern Baptist girl rarely prayed. Rahne had no idea about the religious beliefs of either Tabitha or Wanda.
Rahne finished her prayer and rose to her feet, shaking slightly. She felt slightly better, comforted and almost prepared for what awaited her soon. Everyone has to die sometime, and the only good part about it was that it only had to happen once. She could die with no bitterness in her heart, she could die forgiving the man responsible.
Rahne swallowed this lie, trying to quell the anger and hate that was boiling in her stomach. She refused to spend the last hours of her life buried in bitter animosity.
The illusion of peace shattered as she heard Tabitha screaming angrily, a slew of curse words directed at Animusereptur. The sound of bone hitting bone sounded and Tabitha cried out in pain. Rahne heard her other friends then, shouting at him to leave Tabitha alone, asking if she was okay, and damning him to hell.
Rahne tried once more to revert to her wolf form, but found her powers still firmly bound. She was vaguely amazed that Wanda had enough strength to keep them all restricted for so long, but she figured that her still being under possession had something to do with it.
Rahne began to cry again, the comfort of her prayers leaving her as she felt a pang of terror for what was awaiting them. Her soul and mind would be trapped in this man, this monster. She shuffled to her small window and peered out. The moon was full and hung low in the sky and Rahne soaked in the celestial rays as her tears fell freely, smiling slightly as a new thought came to her. At least the boys were safe.
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Kurt hadn't eaten since the girls were taken, nor had he slept. All he had been doing was praying frantically in his dark room, on his knees and beseeching to God the Father. He finished the prayer of the rosary, rolling the onyx beads in between his fingers before clutching the crucifix tightly. He launched into another prayer that he knew by heart.
"Sarcalogos Nostrum Senior Vos sino quod erant tempero. Vos es validus venire contra suffragium illorum quisnam es oppugno per diabolus, Vobis es suscipio of Sarcalogos populus. O Senior, servo per Vestri Vox Manus manus qui credo Vestri Nomen. Vindico lemma ex Malum Unus, quod tribuo lemma eternus tripudium. Amen (2)," Kurt kissed the hand that held the cruxifix and stayed silent for a moment. His thoughts were immediately filled with images of Kitty or Rouge's mutilated bodies and the man responsible for their torment. Kurt growled aloud and felt hot tears stream down his cheeks. The girls weren't only facing physical death, but their souls would be captured by this man, held and tormented.
Kurt felt a harrowing numbness from the neck down, his head grew hot and heavy. They couldn't die, it wasn't right. Kurt's world had been ripped apart from the inside out, the two people he treasured most had been stolen from him and he was absolutely powerless in it all. All he could do was pray.
He slipped the rosary back over his neck and began sifting through his Patron Saint Medals, searching for the Saint to whom he would send his next prayer to. He found the medal of the Patron Saint Anthony and kissed the small amulet before pressing it in between his palms.
"O Sanctus St. Anthony, mitis of Sanctus, vestri diligo pro Deus quod Sanctimonia pro Suus creatura no vos dignus, ut in terra, potior prodigiosus vox. Miracles exspecto in vestri vox, quod vos erant umquam promptus oro illi in perturbo vel sollicitudo. Foveo hac sententia, Ego ingenero vestrum usurpo mihi prex . refero ut meus votum may postulo a miracle. Vel sic, vos es sanctus of Miracles. O mitis quod St. Anthony, cuius pectus pectoris eram umquam plenus of humanus sympathy, barba meus petition in ears of Dulcis Parvulus Jesus, quisnam diligo futurus folded in vestri telum, quod gratia of meus pectus pectoris mos umquam exsisto vestri. Amen. (3)."
Kurt said this prayer with particular depseration, pouring himself into his words. He couldn't let Kitty die, she was his heart, tied to him in a way that made her a part of him. Kurt rose from his knees and fell onto his bed, too exhausted to cry and too exhausted to sleep.
He thought on the love letter that he had once found Kitty reading. She had been sitting alone in the library, a book tucked in her lap with the fire blazing to temper the February chill. When he questioned her about what she was reading, she had laughed as she explained to him that it was the same book that Carrie Bradshaw had been reading in the Sex and the City movie (4), telling him that it was a silly girl thing. Kurt had sat down next to her, asking her to read aloud to him. She had blushed and bit her lip, tilting her head and contemplating him for a moment before nodding.
She had read aloud then from the book, and the two laughed about the corniness and mushiness of the letters, just as they often teased Scott and Jean for acting like love doves. A half hour of relaxed laughing and reading went by before the pair came upon the section of Beethoven's letters. Kitty cleared her throat dramatically, a playful smile on her face as her eyes swept across the page. Slowly the smile melted away and was replaced by a wistful and pining expression. Kurt's tail tickled her knee gently to urge her to read the letter to him and she raised her suddenly ardent eyes to his.
The first seven words of Beethoven's letter sent his heart ablaze as he watched Kitty say them slowly, shakily. Her gaze never faulted from his eyes, her look was soft and unguarded, but beyond that was longing.
Alone in his room, Kurt could still her voice as she said softly, "My angel, my all, my very self."
She had spoken the words nervously but yet she sounded so sure. Kurt had taken the book from her hand and repeated what Kitty had said in German, just as Beethoven would have said it to his love. The moment had been too perfect and all of Kurt's dreams were about to be realized as he decided that he would kiss her, that he needed to kiss her just as he needed to breathe. All his former uncertanties were melted away by Kitty's hand folding into his and the small smile on her lips that followed after. The sound of the library doors being thrown broke the moment and they looked away from each other as Bobby came marching in, complaining about midterms and prejudice teachers.
Kurt smiled at the memory. That had been the beginning of when Kurt started suspecting that Kitty may have felt something for him, however small, and it also had been the beginning of the end for him and Amanda. That moment in the library with Kitty broke his infatuation with Amanda. But she had made no move to break up with Lance and Kurt continued dating Amanda.
Kurt smiled bitterly as he looked at the picture of Kitty and himself that he had on his nightstand. He wouldn't lose her, he wouldn't allow that to happen.
"Mein Engel, mein alle, mein sehr selbst."
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Rouge hated her mutation. She always had. But especially now. While her friends were violated and molested, Rouge was kept safe by virtue of her deadly skin. Animusereptur would still come and 'visit' her, forcing her onto the bed as he touched her through her clothing and told her how much he wanted to feel all of her. She hated the bastard, hated having to hear her friends cries. She knew that her room was tucked in between Kitty's and Jean's. She knew because she could hear Jean pacing and telling Scott she was sorry that another man had touched her.
Rouge could identify Kitty's cries anywhere, they were muffled and Kitty had a slight choke when she cried alone, as though she was reluctant to let herself feel so profoundly when there was no hope of comfort, no one to catch the tears. Rouge's bed apparently shared a wall with Kitty's and she would talk to her at night, gently reassuring Kitty that it would be okay and to keep strong. She had at first thought that she was being silly, that Kitty couldn't hear her, but then Rouge noticed that Kitty's crying was different, more free and relaxed, like how she always cried to Rouge or Kurt and she knew that Kitty could hear her.
Rouge had yet to cry herself, she wouldn't allow it. Her friends were justified in their tears, they had been abused and violated, their virtue and self respect had been ripped from them violently. But Rouge would not break, she refused to give that vile man the satisfaction in seeing her tears.
Rouge sighed as she shifted on her bed. Animusereptur had fitted her with a straightjacket after she had nearly touched him and Rouge was trying her best not to hyperventilate with her arms pinned and secured to her by way of the white garment that contained a series of strips and pins. She felt completely restrained and her leg itched something fierce. The worst part was that he had taken Remy's trench coat from her, taking the only comfort Rouge had anymore. It smelled just like him, like smoke and musk and a southern comfort that she couldn't quite identify. She had cuddled with his trench coat at night, feeling the worn fabric in between her fingers.
She heard him outside her room, unlocking the door. Rouge swung her legs around and sat up on her bed, glaring at him.
"Ready to watch your friends be raped my southern bell? It really is a shame that I have to wait until I take your soul to take your body," Animusereptur sighed as he stepped into the room.
"Bullshit, my power is uncontrollable. I'd drain you before you could take me," Rouge snapped angrily.
"Are so sure about that Rouge? I'm a telepath, I can stem your powers long enough for me to steal you," he laughed, kneeling down so he was staring in her eyes. He leaned close to her, smelling her neck as Rouge shuddered.
"Should I prove to you know that you're not as untouchable as you always thought? Should I kiss you, steal your soul and force you to watch through my eyes as I make love to your lifeless body?" His whispered in her ear and Rouge felt her stomach coil. a shiver trilled down her spine and she fought the urge to curse at him.
He smiled as he stood up. "On second thought, I think watching me rape and murder your friends would be more painful, don't you think? Come, they're waiting. Foreplay is over." He left the room and Rouge mutely followed after, shuffling down the white halls and through a door that Animusereptur locked behind her.
Her friends were huddled in a large room together, all pale and tired. Bruises were evident on their faces and necks and Rouge once again felt guilt about her being spared the abuse of Animusereptur. She spotted Remy's coat on a metal chair, wrinkled and rumpled. Wanda stood alone in the room, still obviously under possession. Her hands were raised and glowing with the energy that repressed the girls mutations.
"Rouge!" Kitty yelled rushing to her friend before steeping back, taking in Rouge's attire with a raised eyebrow. "A straightjacket? What the hell did you do to piss him off?"
Rouge smirked, happy to see Kitty's sense of humor was still in place, even through all this. "I told him that I'd seen bigger plantations." Tabitha snorted and nodded her head as the other girls scowled at their lack of seriousness at thier current predicament.
"Can you three please not do anything to make this more painful then it already will be?" Jubilee pleaded with them, shaking visibly. Her normally shiny black hair had lost it's luster and hung limply around her shoulders.
Animusereptur circled them slowly. "Who should I start with?" He mused aloud, smiling at the girls obvious revulsion. They all subconsciously huddled around Rahne, maternal instincts strong in them.
"And there's my answer," he smirked as he pushed Jean out of the way and grabbed Rahne by the throat. Kitty let out a shrill scream of fury as she and Amara both held onto her arms.
"Not her! Please, just leave Rahne alone!" Jubilee pleaded as she helped Jean to her feet.
Animusereptur laughed in sick enjoyment. "Stop begging like dogs." He raised the hand that wasn't holding Rahne and scratched lightly at both Amara and Kitty and the girls gasped and fell to their knees as their skin ripped open in deep cuts.
He pulled Rahne from them as she whimpered and fought weakly against him. "Stop squirming!" he hissed as he struck her across the cheek. "Would you rather watch me torture your friends?" He asked her as he nodded to Kitty and Amara, who were biting back screams of pain as blood poured from them. Rahne's eyes brimmed with tears as she shook her head.
"Rahne," Jean sobbed. "I'm so sorry, this should never happen to you! It's so wrong, so sick! I'm so sorry!"
Rahne nodded at her friends sadly, a tiny smile on her face. "It's okay, you've done all you can. It'll be alright. I love you all."
Animusereptur laughed as he heard that before taking off his shirt, his chest just as white and pasty as the rest of him. He tugged Rahne's pajama's pants down as she let out a sharp sob.
"You're a dog... a bitch!" He snarled as his hand began violating her. Rahne's sobs became more choked and loud, her friends own sobs joining hers. He turned her around and shoved her. She feel to her hands and knees, her body convulsing with her tears.
"A bitch like you deserves it like this," He growled as he dropped to his knees behind her, his hand moving to unbutton his pants. He turned to the group of girls who were crying with desperation and pain for their friend. "Enjoy the show."
Rouge had never felt so angry in her life. She couldn't let this happen, she wouldn't. She glanced at the person closest to her, which was Amara who was crying softly as she squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to watch the rape of her youngest friend. Rouge threw her neck and face out to Amara, and their cheeks met. A familiar sensation flowed around her, she felt the pull of Amara's powers seeping through her and for once Rouge was unbelievably happy that her power was uncontrollable.
Amara fell to the floor unconscious and Rouge stumbled away from the close proximity of her friends, a burning sensation erupting deep within her.
"MOVE!" she screamed to the girls, who had stood in shock at Rouge's actions. They quickly complied and rushed away from her, Tabitha dragging Amara as Rouge lost control and burst into searing flames. A surge of beautiful heat seeped through her chest and Rouge allowed it to flow freely. She felt her clothes and the dreaded straightjacket turn to ash and she focused Amara's power, trying to make them as powerful as possible before a sudden clenching stilled her heart. The flames that danced across her skin melted away and simmered out and Rouge knew that Wanda had now bound her and Amara's powers. Animusereptur was in her face, his face contorted in rage, obviously wanting to strike her but could find no clothed place to land a punch.
Rouge saw Rahne over his shoulder, Jubilee helping her to her feet. Animusereptur snarled and raised his hand, swiping at Rouge's chest as sharp white pain seared through her. The contact had been too sudden and quick for her powers to absorb any of him and Rouge fell to her knees, screaming as her blood covered her naked body.
"Stupid whore!" He screamed at her. "There is nothing you can do to stop me!"
Rouge felt someone drape Remy's coat across her bloody body as she screamed in pain once more. Only two thoughts occupied her mind as she cried out.
One was that Remy was going to be so pissed when he found out she had bloodied up his coat. The other, was that she hoped her plan had worked and the Professor had been in Cerebro to see the spike in her as she stole Amara's powers and that he would know where they were now. It was their last and only hope.
'Sometimes,' Rouge's mind smiled as her body screamed. 'I can really be an ace in the hole.'
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This chapter had many mentions of religion and the various religious affiliations of the different characters. I know that religion can be a touchy subject sometimes, so I tried to stick as close to the facts about the characters as possible. In the show, there was hardly any mention of the characters religious viewpoints and I wanted to show this side of them a little bit more.
Author's Notes:
(1) I did some research on Rahne and this is her real backstory. Scarlet Letter much?
(2) Christ Our Lord You suffered and were tempted. You are powerful to come to the aid of those who are assailed by the devil, For you are the support of Christian people. O Lord, protect with Your Right Hand those who trust in Your Name. Deliver them from the Evil One, and grant them everlasting joy. Amen.
Standard Catholic prayer of deliverance from evil. My Latin is a little rough, so forgive me if it's incorrect. Also, Kurt's devotion to his religion is one of his most defining characteristics in the comic and I couldn't help but add it in my story.
(3) Saint Anthony Blessed be God in His Angels and in His Saints. O Holy St. Anthony, gentlest of Saints, your love for God and Charity for His creatures made you worthy, when on earth, to possess miraculous powers. Miracles waited on your word, which you were ever ready to speak for those in trouble or anxiety. Encouraged by this thought, I implore of you to obtain for me (request). The answer to my prayer may require a miracle. Even so, you are the saint of Miracles. O gentle and loving St. Anthony, whose heart was ever full of human sympathy, whisper my petition into the ears of the Sweet Infant Jesus, who loved to be folded in your arms, and the gratitude of my heart will ever be yours.
Catholic prayer to Saint Anthony. He is the patron saint of lost items and missing people so I felt it was appropriate to put that in here.
(4) If you've seen the Sex and the City movie, then I'm sure you got this reference, and if you didn't see the movie, then I'm sorry for confusing you, I just felt that that one particular line was fitting for Kurt and Kitty.
(5) My angel, my all, my very self
Phew, knowing Latin and German makes this story much easier to write!