The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea Chapter Fifty Four (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberebta… *ahem* Let’s see if I can do this right… Tauch auch! (I know I misspelled and miscapitialized that, lol). InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are squishy loveliness for archving/hosting. ProPhile is an underutilized smutmuse but that’s about to change… Morgan, I dub thee soapy. Readers/Reviewers: This is all going to wrap up in about ten chapters, making it one of the longer Foreververse stories, lol. A thi this is a little short ficlet interlude and then another long story. *G* *GLOMP * for reading/reviewing!
Kitty winced as the power whirred to an ignoble death. “Well, crap.”
Theresa sighed. “I told you this was a bad idea.”
“Actually,” Kitty said in the dark, her voice breathless with the effort it took not to whimper in pain, “you said we’d better not get caught because if we did, you’d tell them I had developed evil mind control powers, then you would cluck like a chicken.”
Theresa sniffed. “I never said the chicken part…”
“Yeah, but it’d be a nice touch,” Kitty opined, flipping switches hastily, hoping that her memory was not playing her false as to the location and order she had just performed the same actions. “Shit shit shit shit!”
“That about sums it up,” Theresa said tiredly. “Kitty, you killed the power to the whole fucking house. The monitors, the lights, the security… everything is dead!”
“All I did was try to bring up the outside vid feeds… it’s a straightforward thing!” Kitty sounded panicked, leaning on the control panel. She gasped, the obvious answer popping into her head as if someone had put it there. “Someone else is controlling it!”
“Has anyone ever told you that being around you is like being in a PG-13 episode of Scooby Doo?” Theresa groaned, her eyes adjusted well enough to the very minimal light in the room to make out Kitty laboriously heading for the door. “Hey, no phasing…”
“I have to. The locks are electronic. Why didn’t the generator kick on?” she added, disappearing through the metal door, her hand reappearing to grab Theresa and drag her through.
“I wish,” she gasped, “you would warn me first!”
Kitty snorted. “I’d think me phasing first would be warning enough. I wasn’t going to leave you there.” She paused, looking around the hall. “Wow. That’s a whole lot of dark…”1
Theresa groaned again. “Kitty, we don’t have time here!” She reached out blindly in the dark and made contact. She grabbed a little too hard, her urgency translating to strength. “We need to get back to the others. We need to get some help. You can’t do thisyouryour own and I don’t know how to rig the electronics.” She was met with silence, aggravating her. “Kitty, damn it, don’t play dumb!”
“Um, Theresa?” Kitty was several feet away, peering into the darkness, trying to discern the features of the hallway. “What are you doing?”
Theresa felt her heart stop, then start again in a furious rhythm against her ribca “Ki “Kitty, move your arms.”
“Why?”
“Just do it please…” Theresa’s mouth went dry as the arms in her hands did not budge. “Clap or something, would you?” There was a long pause, a muttered curse and then a very weak clap. “Shit.”
“What is it?” Kitty asked, a feeling of dread working it’s way down her spine from the crown of her head, spreading through her stomach like cold acid. “Theresa?”
“I can see you,” a female voice purred, “can you see me?”
Kitty’s shriek was nothing compared to Theresa’s. Kitty clapped her hands over her ears belatedly, the ringing already reverberating through her skull but thankfully sparing her eardrums a repeat of the damage from her first encounter with psionics. It was too dark in the windowless hallway to see where she was going, becoming disoriented as Theresa’s scream faded and she inhaled deeply for another one. Kitty ran first into the wall, sending a jolt of pain through her wounded side, then she tripped and fell face first onto the carpet. The woman’s voice growled, “Oh, shut up!” There was a muffled noise and Kitty knew Theresa was either gagged or the woman had her hand over her mouth. “Kitty, get up. I don’t have an extra arm to carry you.”
“Mystique,” she groaned.
“You are a perceptive little monkey at times, you know that?he the toed Kitty in the dark, her golden eyes seeing the prone girl clearly. “Don’t look so scared. I’m not going to kill you. I’m not in that bad of a mood.” She shook Theresa slightly, her strong grasp on the teenager not slacking in the slightest despite the struggles. “If she bites me again, however, I might wound her.”
Kitty struggled to her feet, brushing against Mystique’s leg in the process. She flinched involuntarily away, part of her mind screaming that she knew where the enemy was now, strike out, fight her off, but the more logical part pointing out that she was at several disadvantages and it would be better to engage in some acts of self preservation before self defense. “Don’t hurt her. She’s scared.” She thought she heard Theresa make an indignant noise, but she could not be too sure over the sound of the blood pounding in her ears. “Everyone’s going to come running because of her scream… there’s no way they didn’t hear that.”
“So you’d think,” Mystique smiled. “They are working against two obstacles right now, Kitty. The Sentinels at the door and Mesmero at their backs. All sorts of distractions abound. Now walk. Your wound is not so dire as to prevent you from mobility. At least not yet.” She could smell the very faintest tinge of infection starting but she knew it was superficial. Kitty would not have any idea about it so long as she received medical care back at the Institute, if there was one after this. “Twenty of your steps forward, then sharp left,” she ordered. “Otherwise you hit the wall again, and, while humorous, it is annoying when one has a time crunch.” Sabretooth would be turning the power back on in about five minutes, she knew, long enough for Magneto to get on the grounds without the security measures and long enough to ensure confusion among the ranks. “Now move.”
1 Actually from a Garfield comic. Something about cats can see in the dark, so he shuts off the light and says “Hey, it’s true! I can see a whole lot of dark!”
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberebta… *ahem* Let’s see if I can do this right… Tauch auch! (I know I misspelled and miscapitialized that, lol). InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are squishy loveliness for archving/hosting. ProPhile is an underutilized smutmuse but that’s about to change… Morgan, I dub thee soapy. Readers/Reviewers: This is all going to wrap up in about ten chapters, making it one of the longer Foreververse stories, lol. A thi this is a little short ficlet interlude and then another long story. *G* *GLOMP * for reading/reviewing!
Kitty winced as the power whirred to an ignoble death. “Well, crap.”
Theresa sighed. “I told you this was a bad idea.”
“Actually,” Kitty said in the dark, her voice breathless with the effort it took not to whimper in pain, “you said we’d better not get caught because if we did, you’d tell them I had developed evil mind control powers, then you would cluck like a chicken.”
Theresa sniffed. “I never said the chicken part…”
“Yeah, but it’d be a nice touch,” Kitty opined, flipping switches hastily, hoping that her memory was not playing her false as to the location and order she had just performed the same actions. “Shit shit shit shit!”
“That about sums it up,” Theresa said tiredly. “Kitty, you killed the power to the whole fucking house. The monitors, the lights, the security… everything is dead!”
“All I did was try to bring up the outside vid feeds… it’s a straightforward thing!” Kitty sounded panicked, leaning on the control panel. She gasped, the obvious answer popping into her head as if someone had put it there. “Someone else is controlling it!”
“Has anyone ever told you that being around you is like being in a PG-13 episode of Scooby Doo?” Theresa groaned, her eyes adjusted well enough to the very minimal light in the room to make out Kitty laboriously heading for the door. “Hey, no phasing…”
“I have to. The locks are electronic. Why didn’t the generator kick on?” she added, disappearing through the metal door, her hand reappearing to grab Theresa and drag her through.
“I wish,” she gasped, “you would warn me first!”
Kitty snorted. “I’d think me phasing first would be warning enough. I wasn’t going to leave you there.” She paused, looking around the hall. “Wow. That’s a whole lot of dark…”1
Theresa groaned again. “Kitty, we don’t have time here!” She reached out blindly in the dark and made contact. She grabbed a little too hard, her urgency translating to strength. “We need to get back to the others. We need to get some help. You can’t do thisyouryour own and I don’t know how to rig the electronics.” She was met with silence, aggravating her. “Kitty, damn it, don’t play dumb!”
“Um, Theresa?” Kitty was several feet away, peering into the darkness, trying to discern the features of the hallway. “What are you doing?”
Theresa felt her heart stop, then start again in a furious rhythm against her ribca “Ki “Kitty, move your arms.”
“Why?”
“Just do it please…” Theresa’s mouth went dry as the arms in her hands did not budge. “Clap or something, would you?” There was a long pause, a muttered curse and then a very weak clap. “Shit.”
“What is it?” Kitty asked, a feeling of dread working it’s way down her spine from the crown of her head, spreading through her stomach like cold acid. “Theresa?”
“I can see you,” a female voice purred, “can you see me?”
Kitty’s shriek was nothing compared to Theresa’s. Kitty clapped her hands over her ears belatedly, the ringing already reverberating through her skull but thankfully sparing her eardrums a repeat of the damage from her first encounter with psionics. It was too dark in the windowless hallway to see where she was going, becoming disoriented as Theresa’s scream faded and she inhaled deeply for another one. Kitty ran first into the wall, sending a jolt of pain through her wounded side, then she tripped and fell face first onto the carpet. The woman’s voice growled, “Oh, shut up!” There was a muffled noise and Kitty knew Theresa was either gagged or the woman had her hand over her mouth. “Kitty, get up. I don’t have an extra arm to carry you.”
“Mystique,” she groaned.
“You are a perceptive little monkey at times, you know that?he the toed Kitty in the dark, her golden eyes seeing the prone girl clearly. “Don’t look so scared. I’m not going to kill you. I’m not in that bad of a mood.” She shook Theresa slightly, her strong grasp on the teenager not slacking in the slightest despite the struggles. “If she bites me again, however, I might wound her.”
Kitty struggled to her feet, brushing against Mystique’s leg in the process. She flinched involuntarily away, part of her mind screaming that she knew where the enemy was now, strike out, fight her off, but the more logical part pointing out that she was at several disadvantages and it would be better to engage in some acts of self preservation before self defense. “Don’t hurt her. She’s scared.” She thought she heard Theresa make an indignant noise, but she could not be too sure over the sound of the blood pounding in her ears. “Everyone’s going to come running because of her scream… there’s no way they didn’t hear that.”
“So you’d think,” Mystique smiled. “They are working against two obstacles right now, Kitty. The Sentinels at the door and Mesmero at their backs. All sorts of distractions abound. Now walk. Your wound is not so dire as to prevent you from mobility. At least not yet.” She could smell the very faintest tinge of infection starting but she knew it was superficial. Kitty would not have any idea about it so long as she received medical care back at the Institute, if there was one after this. “Twenty of your steps forward, then sharp left,” she ordered. “Otherwise you hit the wall again, and, while humorous, it is annoying when one has a time crunch.” Sabretooth would be turning the power back on in about five minutes, she knew, long enough for Magneto to get on the grounds without the security measures and long enough to ensure confusion among the ranks. “Now move.”
1 Actually from a Garfield comic. Something about cats can see in the dark, so he shuts off the light and says “Hey, it’s true! I can see a whole lot of dark!”