Fic: Looking at you
Pairing: Bobby/John, Bobby/Stranger
Rating: R
Warnings: Rape, violence, slight language, possibly OOC?
Summary: They told Him to Watch, but you don't get in trouble until you don't do what you're told.
Note: This is not the full fic, Just the very end of Chapter 5 and all of Chapter 6, link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4131038/1/Looking_at_You However, It's easaily understood if you don't wanna read the whole thing.
Another Note: I really hope thisis as scry to read as it was for me to write. I was VARY tired after writing it they were in pain, I felt horrible for doing it.
As John and I gotr off the subway, I smiled, the fresh air, well, somewhat fresh, felt better than the clogged subway car. Ohn was telling me about something he had just done, but I wasn’t really paying attention until I didn’t hear him anymore. I spun around, and Damien was running way, and told me to do the same, but when I saw John, grabbed from behind around the chest, his wrists held tight, and looking panicked, I yelled, so another guy, dressed in all black like the one that had grabbed John, grabbed me too, and put a white cloth around my mouth and nose. It smelled odd, but before I knew what was going on, everything was black and silent.
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My head was aching as I regained consciousness, groaning. “Bobby?” I could hear John’s voice across the room from wherever we were, but he was whispering. I forced my eyes open and looked around hazily. We were in a bedroom, if it could be called that. I was handcuffed to a pipe that ran up the wall and across the ceiling, as well as through the floor, and I was laying on a bare mattress with stains all over it. On the other side of the room, John was ties to a chair, his ankles tied to the front legs and his arms somewhere behind him, likely to the back of the chair somewhere, restricting his movement. I wanted to go back to sleep, my head was so foggy.
“You’ve been out for a long time. It’s Sunday night.” I had been out for nearly 24 hours, likely more.
“Yeah...” I managed to say, “Ammonia’ll do that.” I tried to say, closing my eyes again. I couldn’t grasp the situation at hand.
“Bobby stay awake, please.” His voice was scared, begging.
“Hurts.” I slurred, trying to breathe slowly.
“I know, I know, just try, please.” His terrified tome was scaring me, I opened my eyes again and noticed the peeling plaster on the walls, the bare patches of carpet, my eyes were closed again. I panted, John whimpered slightly, making me open my eyes again,
“‘swrong?” I slurred, panting slightly.
“They’re gonna be coming back in a few minutes.”
“Uh?”
“They’ve been coming back on the hour.”
“So?”
“I don’t know what they’re gonna do. They’ve been coming in and looking around, holding Knives.” He let his voice drop quieter,
“Can’t hear.”
“They’re listening?”
“Mm?”
“There’s a voice monitor.”
“Oh.” I puffed, my eyes shut again heavily. I was all too aware of how loud the ticking of the clock was. The door slammed open and I forced my eyes open again, it took more energy each time. I saw a blur of black and three men were walking in. It was hard to catch but they were wearing black boots, black Jeans, and black tees. The masks they wore when they grabbed us were no longer present. One of them looked over at me,
“He’s up.” came a slithery voice.
“Good.” a much deeper voice. I groaned, my head hurt. “Shut up!” The same man barked, a slight smile in his voice. “Sit.” He said, much calmer. I was laying curled up on my side. My whole body felt heavy, and as I tried, I collapsed again, letting my eyes close in defeat. “Get him some water and open the window.” Came the commanding voice, obviously the one in charge. I felt stong hands on me, sitting me up against the wall, my head leaning back slightly. Once again, I lifted my eyes open. One of the men had left, and the window was open, the cool night air slowly filtering in, making the room colder but much more easier to breathe in. I switched my gaze from the window to john, who was sitting quietly but tensely, and I could see his hands fidgeting, he wanted his lighter, however the man standing next to him held a knife in John’s view, so he stayed quiet. I wondered how he could be so calm and blinked, but It was a long moment before my eyes opened again.
The man who was in front of me had dark hair, but was wearing sunglasses to keep from being recognized and another man came in the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. He handed the boss a glass of water, which was slowly raised to my lips and I drank a few minuscule sips, feeling how swollen my throat felt, making it almost a choked sallow. The water felt good though, as did the air, and I was slowly starting to feel better, my eyes began to stay open and the haze lifted. He sat the water on the floor within my reach, then stood from where he had previously been crouching.
“Give him fifteen minutes.” He commanded, leaving with the other two men in trail. I heard the door close and lock. John took a deep breath and we remained silent for a moment, before he quietly spoke,
“You okay?” I managed to lift my head from the wall and reach for the water, which was not cold, so I held it for a moment and froze it slightly, drinking more heartily now.
“I’m alive, I think.”
“Good.” He said. I could look at him more steadily now, and he was looking at me concernedly “We have to get out of here.”
“I figured.” I muttered, and noticed the blood that had been dripping down John’s arm from a cut near his elbow, it was now dried a rust color on his skin.
“You okay?”
“Could be better.” He muttered, shifting as best he could, the chair squeaking
“You’re bleeding.”
“Was. He cut me.” He said, he obviously wasn’t up to talking, and considering the amount of blood that I now noticed on the carpet, I realized he was probably tired from blood loss, even though he wasn’t bleeding anymore.
“You need this water.”
“Yeah, but It’s probably not a good idea. One of them kicked me in the stomach when I fell asleep.” he mentioned, and I quickly agreed silently with his bad idea hypothesis. We sat in silence and I became aware of John’s slight panting and was calmed by listening to it until the door opened again.
“Good, looks like you’re feeling better.” The deep voice said as I looked up at him. He turned to John, “Nothing left to say?” he offered with a smirk, and John looked out the window, not saying anything. Cars could be heard in the distance. “Good.” He said, turning to his men. “Gag them both, you get the drops.” He said, pointing to each in turn as they both made their way to a cardboard box far from both John and I. One returned with two handkerchiefs and used tone to gag me and the other on John while the boss looked on approvingly. I struggled slightly and a third voice, not as slithery, and not as deep, but very relaxing.
“Calm down or the same thing’ll happen to you as happened to your boyfriend over there.” This scared me, so I remained silent and did as told. After being gagged, I sat there against the wall, staring into John’s eyed. He stared back as the two men went and stood behind him, the slithery one holding a small white bottle.
Before I could tell what was going on, I was pushed to the side and flipped onto my stomach, my arm twisting oddly behind my back as it was handcuffed to the wall “Agh.” I winced at the odd yet painful position my arm as in. I flicked my eyes to John who was looking like he could cry. From behind me the command came,
“Make sure he watches, If he doesn’t, He never sees anything again.” His men seemed to understand, but for a moment it didn’t click in my mind, but when it did, my eyes widened with a gasp, they were going to blind him.
“Listen to them, John” I said feebly, and received a slamming of my head into the mattress, hard and I yelped. I herd John groan and looked over to see on of the men grab John forcibly by his hair and commented, “You WILL watch, or these drops are going into your eyes and you’ll never see anything again.” he hissed. John sneered and struggled, muttering
“No.” receiving a sharp tug on his hair, “Ngh.”
“Watch.” Was the last thing I could clearly hear, after that, It was as if I was watching myself in a video, with the volume off.
My Jeans were tugged down and Hands roamed my body before forcing themselves inside of me. It hurt intensely and tears budded at my eyes, even though I kept my eyes on John, who stared into my eyes, letting his own tears fall. I thought if I stared at him it would offer some kind of protection. I couldn’t understand at the time why he was crying, but he looked so desperate I was consumed by staring at him for a moment as a strangers fingers probed around inside me unwelcomely. I was snapped back to the oppressor on top of me when I felt his cock begin to push into me, I screamed in pain, and kept my eyes on John, hoping to help him, but he squeezed His eyes shut and turned away. I could see the tears continue to fall and his jaw clenched tightly for a moment as a shaking sob over took him before the henchman grabbed his hair and pulled his head back forcefully. John’s chest was heaving and all my pain was forgotten as I looked on in horror at my best fried. His chest heaving, neck straining, body shaking. He didn’t struggle as his right eye was pulled open and the drops fell into it. The first one his and he flinched, shaking his head, but his head was pulled back once more, his eye held open this time as one... two... three drops of the clear liquid fell into it, causing him to scream.
The scream pierced my waking nightmare, and was the only thing I heard the whole time.
Suddenly I was ll too aware of the body forcefully pounding down on top of me, without a condom of corse, and the pain shooting through my body. There was no pleasure at all as I was treated in ways that I was inexperienced, and I was terrified. John was looking in my eyes again, but this time I closed mine, letting my own icy cold tears fall onto the mattress.
The logical thing to do would have been to use my powers to freeze them all, but I was so terrified of what would happen to John and myself I didn’t even think of it at the time. I could see john struggling now, because both men were holding him as he writhed in pain, his one eye squeezed shut as he was made to look at me again with his other eye. I could see the deep brown with small gold flecks, but they still weren’t the same, he looked almost guilty, as if this was his fault, and I wanted to tell him that it wasn’t, I wanted to tell him it was my fault for nearly crying and making him look away, but my voice just couldn’t force itself out.
The man moved off of me and flipped me over quickly, straddling my shoulders and pulled my jaw down, and all I could think was, No. This can’t be happening. He forced himself into my mouth until I was gagging, his dark pubic hairs in my face, strangling me with their rank smell and I was crying harder now, trembling. He pulled out of me and I glanced at john for a second. He must have looked away, because he was receiving the same treatment on the other eye before my mouth was invaded again. I was shoved into several times more before hot liquid was in my mouth and on my chin and neck, and I was trembling in shock. The three men left, laughing about something, and I managed to sit up and use my shirt to wipe off my face, sobbing.
I looked over at John whose eyes were squeezed shut and blood was running down his face like tears, terrified, I laid down to let everything go black again.
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A/N: Take a deep breath. I hope that was as good and emotional and terrifying to read as it was to write. It took a lot out of me. Now to continue.
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“Iceman? Iceman?” I heard a deep voice and was shook my a firm hand to wake myself. I opened my eyes and saw wolverine crouched next to the mattress, “Iceman? You in there?” he asked, looking at me concerned, I foced myself to sit and stared at him while he came into focus. He sat looking at me while I rubbed my eyes in silence, then noticed my jeans had never been replaced and pulled them back on. I rubbed my sore jaw just before being hit with a wave of realization and emotion. I felt terrified again and stared shaking,
“Oh my god.” I couldn’t stop saying. “No.”.
Logan put his hands on my shoulders, “Calm down. It’s just me.” He reasoned, but when I realized I was safe, all I could do was cling to him, crying and trembling. I was in shock of what had happened... the night before, the day, week before? “Iceman.” He said firmly, “Calm down, you’re alright.” He told me, waiting until I calmed down before he let go and used a claw to unlock the handcuffs that bound me to the wall. I tried to stand but winced and held onto the older X-Men’s shoulder to steady myself, my ass hurt.
I looked around the room and saw the empty Chair where Pyro had been, cut rope laying on the floor. “Oh My god...” I said, covering my mouth and remembering the bllod that had fallen down his cheeks from his eyes, like a vision from a horror movie.
“Hey, relax, He’s in the jet, Hank is checking him out.
“Is he...?” You’d be surprised about the only thing that runs through your mind after an experience like that is death. A scene from Silent Hill flashed in my mind, where the traumatized nurse sat, crying tears of blood, and I shook slightly, closing my eyes,
“Hank says he’s alive, but he’s not sure what condition he’s in. Come on, let’s go.” Logan said, leading me from the room.