Little Taken With...
I don’t know what to do anymore.
She keeps following me around. Taking in my every word, move and gesture. Drinking me in with those too old eyes and too sharp ears like a human sponge.
People here think it’s cute. A kid looking up to her hero. They don’t see what I see.
I have tried to alienate her. Make her really see me and hate me, because in all fairness that is what she should do. I’m not a nice person.
I stopped to give her a ride. Pretty decent thing to do, right? Wrong. I was going to give her a ride. I was going to feed her. Then I was going to find some comfortable motel and nail her. Okay, she was young, but I had already gotten tired of old and banged up pros. Wanted something fresh and clean for a change. Without X-geeks intervening I would have done it.
First days at the mansion were kind of hassle. I had already decided to stick around long enough to get in to her pants, when she for some reason saw it fit and sane to try to wake me up while I was having a nightmare. Stabbed her. Got firsthand experience of her touch. What she could do. And what she would do.
Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t planning to rape her. It would have been nice and gentle. A good fuck for both of us. But after that touch I started to have some reservations. I’m no suicidal. Maybe I have been dealt with pretty shitty cards when it comes to life, but I have somehow grown to accustom it.
Her touch certainly got me thinking. Wracked my brain and tried to find a way around of that mutation of hers. Then came along Magneto, just as I had gotten her exactly where I wanted her. Alone with me. Old geezer tore that train apart and whisked her away, and there was absolutely nothing I could do. That kind of pissed me off.
I had been after her ass earlier. From that moment on it was more personal. I had a score to settle with Magneto. Getting my hands on her, and at least one part of me inside of her was at that moment just an added bonus.
Didn’t really think that one through. When I woke up, Jean told me that the kid was fine. That they thought she was a little taken with me. Little taken? Christ! An understatement of the year. She had had a crush on me earlier, but now my own lust towards her intensified that feeling, and before I realized I had gotten me my very own stalker.
Can’t say I wasn’t flattered at first. What kind of a man wouldn’t be? Pretty young girl trailing after you and showering you with attention and adoration. Quite soon it however turned a nuisance. As long as I tagged along with Xavier’s merry crew, there was no chance for us to hook up. Then it turned to disgust when I noticed first signs. Signs that told me she wasn’t completely herself. Small growls. Constantly alert and gazing her surroundings. The way she moved. Exact replica of me.
And now I’m scared. So fucking scared that this isn’t funny anymore. She keeps baiting me. She knows what buttons to push, what makes me tick. She has used all the tricks, and invented some completely new.
I can’t leave. She would just follow me. Ambush me and have her wicked ways with me. Wicked they would be at this point. She’s a world-class actress, her performance worth of an Oscar. Everybody else sees her as the little girl she pretends to be. I’m the only one to see the difference and weird quirks in her behavior.
I can’t stay. Sooner or later she’ll got me cornered. If she’s anything like me, shell wait for the perfect moment, until I’m alone. Goes for the jugular. That won’t kill me, but I know what I will see when I open my eyes. I’ll be staring at her eyes. Sight of her bare flesh, and feel of it sliding over me will be the death of me.