Greetings from The Lady Mage. :) Was bored so I fixed this one up. It's a bit short, but hopefully still a good read!
Ready, enjoy, review!
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FERITY: (fehr-ih-tee) - (noun) - 1.) The state of being wild or untamed. 2.) Savagery; Ferocity.
With a grunt of resignation, Victor knelt down and began to pick up bits of broken glass from the floor, tossing them in a rusty old coffee can next to what was left of the back door. The coffee can was quickly filled, and set out on the porch to start a trash pile. He'd have to haul the mattresses out of both bedrooms before dark, and check the chimney flue so he could build a fire in the fireplace. Even in his furs and trench coat, it was getting nippy.
After a long pause to assess the rest of the mess, and he set the phone down on the dusty table for safe keeping while he hauled the large box of trash out to the front porch. He set it on the snow-covered boards, and turned to go back inside. Two steps from what was once a front door, as he set his weight down into the middle of a straight, long board, he heard a loud *crack*. The next thing the feral knew, his leg was buried into the porch up to his knee; a large splintered piece jabbing painfully into the muscle of his calf.
"Mother-fuck!" he hissed, surprised. Anger quickly flooded his system. "God-damn, no gute fucking schwache Bretter! UNBRACHBAR! Ich sollte diesen vollstandigen fucking Platz herunterreissen und piss auf fen fucking Splittern! (God-damn, no good fucking weak boards! USELESS! I should tear this whole fucking place down, and piss on the fucking splinters!)"
*-Ding-ding-ding... ding-ding-ding-*
He glanced into the cabin, listening to the ringing phone on the table. "Mich bumsen laufend…(Fuck me runnin'…)" With an agitated grunt, and a hiss, he jerked his leg up out of the rotten board, kicking the rest of it down beneath the porch in frustration. "That better not be that yellow-tailed son of a bitch at the bank..." He sprang to his feet, and ran back to the door, but the phone had stopped ringing.
He passed through the living room and into the kitchen to the table. Grabbing up the phone without checking the message- if it was important, they'd call him back- he carried the phone into the living room to begin working on the place. He knew it would take a few hours to fix all the patching of holes on the inside and outside, and hoped to have it done while there was light enough to see. It would be pitch black tonight with the snow and the trees close to the cabin shutting out the moonlight.
It didn't take him long to get all the tattered curtain remnants out of all the rooms, carry out all the bedding, then get rid of the tattered couch, ottoman, and armchair. The feral tossed out the books, still in their case, and then followed them with the rest any fabrics in the house. Nothing was untouched- and even if it had been, it was much too old to be of good use now. He flipped the first bedroom's mattress up on its side, and quickly scooted it out to be thrown in the snow.
Finally, he came to the back bedroom, and tossed the mattress up on its side. He dug his claws into the corner for his handhold, quickly jerking it towards the bedroom door. He'd not moved two feet when he heard a strange sound coming from under his hands. Looking down at the side of the mattress, he could swear he'd seen the striped material move.
"The fuck . . ?"
With a growl, he raked his claws across the material, shredding the mattress open. Like clotted blood from a festering wound, little, dark furry creatures spilled from the slash in the material- scattering to the far corners of the room for a place to hide.
Victor was off the floor before the first coon had hit it, standing atop the trunk at the end of the bed frame like a startled housewife, choking off a panicked roar-come-growl as he watched the seemingly dozens of raccoons give up their hiding place in his old mattress. "God-fucking-damn it!" He yelled, watching them disband in disbelief. "Wo das Bumsen alle du tat, kommen Pelzbastard von?! (Where the fuck did all you furry bastards come from?!)"
The frightened mammals paid him little mind in their panicked rush for escape. Most of them had been smart enough to find the door out, and as Victor leaped from the trunk through the door into the living room, he made certain of the fact. The small cabin was alive and loud with the sound of their displeased chittering, but he tuned it out, grabbing the old broom from the kitchen to chase the last dozen or so from what was going to be his bedroom. Currently, Victor was having second thoughts as to whether this, or the living room floor, would be a better choice right about now.
He was leaning towards the floor in front of the fireplace. It'd be good and warm when he got around to making a fire. He scowled, giving the last big coon a good, hard swat with the broom on its way out the front door. "Das Bumsen heraus erhalten, du uberwucherte Flussratte! (Get the fuck out, you overgrown river rat!)" He roared after it, watching it trot into the tree line with a strange sense of accomplishment.
With an expression akin to disgust, he went back to the bedroom door, glaring at the mattress stuffing scattered all over the floor. He was going to need a really big dustpan.
'Ugh. Still so much to do.'
The sound of a bath being drawn soothed her somewhat frazzled nerves. She had only been in the Danger Room a handful of times, and every time had been more of a challenge for her to side with the so-called right side for the training exercises. The first of her sessions had been simple capture the flag excursions, but had been too simple to hold her interest long. Next came fighting with the team of Xavier's X-Men against invisible or robotic foes, but they, too, were not enough.
Zoe held her hand under the tub's faucet, making sure that the temperature was warm enough to relax her muscles. She wondered for a moment if Scott had suggested her session number today just to see if she could fight against her own family. "Dick." she muttered to herself with a roll of her blue eyes. Letting the tub finish filling, the feral walked into the bedroom to disrobe, pausing to check on her dozing cub on the bed. Sari sighed softly in her sleep, her lips mimicking nursing as she slumbered peacefully.
A knock on the bedroom door threatened to wake the baby. "Zee?" Rogue's voice was quiet as usual, but not as shy as it had been a week before.
"Come in." called the feral, pulling her shirt back over her head.
The skunk-haired teen entered the room, her hands full of books and papers, and shut the door behind herself with her foot. She gave the feral a smile before setting her books on the little desk by the door. "Do you mind if I do my homework up here?" she asked. "You know I love Jubes and all, but she won't shut up about that new boy- the teleporter- and I can't get a thing done!"
Zoe snorted, amused. "Sicher, sicher." she gestured to the desk chair. "Go ahead. I'm going to take a bath while you're up here. Mind the cub; she's sleeping."
Rogue glanced to the baby on the bed, and covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh, sorry!" she said through them, her words muffled. "I didn't mean to be so loud."
"She's fine." shrugged the feral. "This place is a hell of a lot quieter than our home was. Go on before Jubilation finds you." While Rogue sat to do her homework, Zosia went back to her bathwater, quickly undressing and slipping into the hot water.
Pulling his phone from his pocket, Victor gave its screen a light tap before clicking on his messages. Still no new messages. He scowled. He hadn't heard from his mate in a a few days; he didn't like it. It was understandable, perhaps even forgivable, that she didn't want to let them know she had a phone, or maybe she thought he was too busy to be bothered. Hell, he had been busy. 'One, two, three, four... four marks this week.'
*-Kiss me, k-k-kiss me, Infect me with your lovin, fill me with your poison- Take me, t-t-take me, Wanna be a victim, ready for abduction- Boy, you're an alien- Your touch so foreign- It's supernatural- Extraterrestrial-*
Zosia could hear her phone ringing under her pillow from her place in the hot bathwater. She was torn between leaving her relaxing cocoon and checking her phone for a split second before Rogue chose for her.
"Want your phone?" the girl asked absently, scribbling an answer into her workbook.
The feral smiled to herself. "Do you mind?" There was a soft shuffling before Rogue's hand appeared against the baseboard against the door and gently slid the phone across the room to rest against the side of the bathtub. "Danke, Marie."
"Anytime." returned the teen, going back to her studies.
"-Boo.-" was the message that glowed across her screen once she'd dried her hand on a washcloth to pick up the phone. 'Victor.' She smiled, quickly typing a message.
*-Ride- Dirty, sweet, and filthy- Ride- Beat your hands on me-*
"-Boo who?-"
Victor smirked, amused. "-What are you crying for, frail? I'm right here.-"
Zosia scowled, dropping her phone beside the tub to resume her hot bath. 'Frail, my ass.'
Waiting for a response, Victor tucked his phone back into his pocket. There was still information to call, find a number to a lumber yard, place an order. He needed shingles for the roof, some caulking for the walls, couple cases of drinking water, and about three times that many cases of beer if he was going to survive this bullshit. The generator out back looked rusted to hell, so that was another thing to replace. Then, light bulbs - hell, probably some electrical wire, too - non-perishable groceries, and some economy size trash bags would be a good idea. Once he got the place cleaned, he would worry about furniture.
He had a fireplace, a bathtub, a running stream not five minutes away with clean water, a wood-burning stove to heat the water, and to cook some of the food in the truck. There was a sleeping bag, and several furs and leathers with his pack to keep his bed warm and relatively comfortable. It was doable, but it was going to be such a pain in the ass. The tall feral rolled his eyes, pulled his satophone from his pocket, and dialed a number.
Short chapter, I know. More to come. Review please. :)
Lady Mage