Unchained Instinct ( Complete)

Chapter 5


Darkness had cloaked Mystique’s presence and wings had allowed her to follow the motorcycle as it raced along the narrow road from Xavier Institute to who knew where. Soon enough, she’d known where the pair were going...to the little inn close by and the cabins so private...a place to play out their sordid affair.

She had watched from twenty feet up, her taloned feet clinging to the branch, Logan climb off the motorcycle with the same ease he’d always displayed, confident in his body...if not certain in his own mind of who he was or what lurked inside of him.

Kurt had sat on the motorcycle and Mystique had watched him pull off his helmet and glance around, his anxiety apparent.

Was it guilt, my son? Was it the knowledge that your relationship with this animal is so very wrong that makes you nervous, constantly looking over your shoulder as if you’ll be found out?

The holograph had hid Kurt’s true appearance from prying eyes and though it had served him well, Mystique still despised Charles Xavier for giving her son what she had not...a normal life...or as close as he was likely to get considering blue fur and pointed tail, elfin ears and yellow eyes...so much like her own.

Then Logan had returned and Mystique had endured the man’s touch on her son’s face, watching them ride to a cabin far to the back of the property near a running stream. With the flap of black wings, she had risen up from the branch and followed, lighting again in a nearby tree. The door to the cabin had closed against her scrutiny, but from another branch, Mystique had found an opening in the curtains, slight, but enough for her sharp gaze to see what was happening inside.

Now, she let out a hiss, an unnatural sound coming from her bird form, when Logan drew Kurt into his arms and they kissed, passion so apparent the bile rose up in Mystique’s throat.

Why she tortured herself this way, Mystique wasn’t certain, accept perhaps she wanted to feel the righteousness of her rising fury, wanted to gather her loathing into action...but what would that action be?

Her hatred for Logan multiplied as she watched them undress each other, watched how Logan manipulated Kurt into a subservient position, taking advantage of her son’s youth and naivete`.
The boy was a slave to Logan’s unsavory needs, idol worship lighting in Kurt’s golden gaze. She forced herself to watch their sexual intercourse play out, an affront to her on a personal level.

She may not have raised Kurt, but he was still hers. Her flesh and blood and Logan’s violation was as close and real as if he were violating her.

What had been the catalyst of this relationship? Where and when had it occurred?

Mystique wanted to know and not from Charles who would put a positive spin to this disgusting display of wanton sex...for what more could there be between a man like Logan and a boy like Kurt?

Kurt had said he loved Logan.

Love?

As far as Mystique was concerned, love was some idealistic term to disguise the true nature of men like Logan...a bestial concern for satisfying the body’s needs and nothing more.

There wasn’t enough love in the world to fill a teacup, let alone inside an animal like Logan.

Anyway...her son deserved better than that...better than an old man full of base lusts who despised her as much as she despised him.

With keen hearing, Mystique endured the grunts and moans through the partly opened window
until Kurt climbed off of Logan and they lay on the bed together, Kurt curled up in Logan’s arms.

Enough! She had seen enough to last a lifetime and now the planning must begin.

She had thought to simply find a way to change Kurt’s mind about Logan...but now she knew better. Now, she wanted retribution for the violation of her son.

Mystique hated nothing more than having no clear objective...well now she had one.

Logan would have to be punished for this crime...and may the punishment fit...perfectly.