Hey reader :) So, you guys wanted a ending that was a bit happier? Well then i guess i'll give you one ;) Sorry if it's a little rushed...
P.s: Did anyone make that drawing? If not, then its fine.
Oh, and would anyone read a short story about how Tati and her little brother ended up abandoned, cause if not, then i wont write it.
I don't own x-men...
How long have we been here? A month? Two? I really don't know. All I know is that I hate it, I hate my life! The food here is nasty, the mattress is hard as stone, and you have to pee in a pot. I'm just happy they hadn't parted us into two different rooms, because his company was the only thing that made this nightmare bearable.
A man in a white coat would come in every morning to take a blood sample, and if we didn't corroborate he would call the guards, and then the morning beating would begin. I have bruises on bruises, and Kurt almost lost his precious tail last night.
Oh man, the guards, I don't even want to think about those bastards. It was because of them that the room now smelled of piss.
Yesterday when we didn't do as told, Kurt had in defense bit one of the big breads in his hand till he bleed, and because of that, he needed to be punished. They sat him in the corner of the room and started beating him, but when he still didn't apology for ruining the man's hand, one of the now three guards came up with the idea to pee on him to clean the open wounds they had given him, and so they did. It was disgusting, and he yelled out loud, but he still didn't apology. That was when another one entered with a big sharp knife in his hand, and asked for permission to cut off his tail. Of cause they allowed him to do so, and Kurt still didn't say a word. The man slowly let the knife deeper and deeper in, until it was just about half an inch from the bone, but before he got it any deeper, a woman standing in the door frame told them to leave immediately. I crawled to his aid as soon as they were gone, and the woman in white simply threw a pack of bandage, a sewing needle with thread and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide to clean the new made wound with, and then she leaved.
I helped him cleaning and stitching the wound, and he sure complained a lot, but all I could tell him was that it was his own fault. If he had just not bitten the man to begin with, then none of this had happened, but no, he was too stubborn. Okay I admit, I couldn't really blame him, I mean, taking samples of his private parts wasn't really pleased, so I guess I had done the same thing, but still, he could had lost his tail for crying out loud!
I am not a doctor you know, but I admit that strange things were happening. I can't remember him ever peeing his pants at night, but he sure did now, as in almost every night. He kept telling me that he didn't, but I knew he did. It's possible that they had seen it too, and that was probably the reason they wanted samples. Honestly, I don't know. It feels like I don't know anything anymore. As Striker said himself, I'm just a lab made mutant…
So, back to the present. This morning my lower abdomen felt strange, and I soon realized that I was bleeding from a place I shouldn't. I was sure I was gonna die right about there, but nothing happened, I just bleed a lot. I still do, but I don't panic about it anymore. What I do panic over is the fact that Striker seems to be a bit too happy about it.
I don't know what's happening within me, but ever since Kurt said he liked me, I've been having this lust, that I'm not sure what is, but all in all I just wanna cuddle with him all the time.
So, now I'm just sitting next to Kurt, not really talking, just sitting there, and liking each other's company I guess. His fur is filthy and full of dried blood, and if I'm not wrong, then I'm probably looking just as bad as him. We only got a bath once a week, but it could be worse; it could be once a month.
We had been hearing weird noise just outside the door, but we don't really care about it too much. It sounds like a fight, but after being drugged with who knows what, well it makes my concentration pretty bad. Kurt, now lying on my shoulder, doesn't look good. He is sweating and can barely keep his eyes open, and if we have gotten the same drug in our body, then I can only guess that he too is having a really bad stomachache. We kinda whine together, every time our stomachs cramp, but even through it all, somehow, we still manage to smile. It sure is painful smiles, but still smiles.
He moves his head closer to mine, still fighting to stay awake, and plants a kiss on my mouth. I kiss him back, not really caring that I'm getting fur in my mouth, because that's the least to worry about. I can feel a sudden hope rise, as our lips meets, but wait, he backs away from me. No, please don't stop now, it felt nice… But the pain seems too great to enjoy anything right now, and that's fine, I'm too tired anyway… But wait, what is happening with the door? Is something slicing it apart? Oh, no it's not a thing; it's a man, a big, hairy man. What does he want? Wait, is he lifting me? He is! But what about Kurt, he's way sicker than me, he needs help too!
"Hey girl, don't worry, the x men is here, and no one's gonna hurt you anymore"
I want to answer, but my mouth won't open. My mouth is sleeping, heck, everything is, and the room is spinning. What did he give us! I would lose all my stomach content right about now, if I had anything to lose to be accurate. I can see another one come inside, a young man with weird glasses on. He's lifting up Kurt. What do they want? Are they friends or enemies? You know what, I don't care, and this guy seems kindhearted, if he tells me not to worry, then I won't, I'll just let whatever happens, happen. As I have already said: I don't really care anymore…
Story finished :) Hope you enjoyed it, and if you did, then i'll recommend you to read my other story too :)
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