Three Types of Love

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THREE TYPES OF LOVE MEME

This meme deals with three types of love, angsty, sweet, and twisted! Please note that there are triggers abound!

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From category III, rolled a 1 and a 7 - I don't care, make it happen.

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot gently caressed the unconscious man's cheek. He was careful to have removed all metal from the room, the bed frame was wooden, the walls were cement, and not even wires ran through for electricity. The room had a window that let in daylight and that was it.

Even the knives he kept on him were high quality ceramic.

Unfortunately these were precautions he must take to avoid losing this man due to those mutant powers. He cannot get his revenge if he allowed Erik to escape.

Yes, sir. Gladly as always.

[serenevengeance]

Erik was slow to respond, eyes still closed even as his body slowly came back into wakefulness. He could feel the rough bite of ropes eating into his wrist as he shifted in the chair slightly, lingering warmth on his cheek from Eliot's touch. The only thought that drifted to mind was captured. As his mind started to pull back into working order, slowly, almost painfully, he gave a violent jerk of the bonds. A sudden movement of realization turned panic, feeling around the room for anything he could use to defend himself and coming up short.

Dark eyes shot open to focus on Eliot, pulling at the ropes until his wrists began to rub raw.

"Eliot." It was a growl of an acknowledgement, but he was confused more than anything, eyes darting around the unfamiliar room before settling on the man seated on the bed. He looked more unhinged than Erik remembered seeing him before.

Damn right. *smirk*

[distinctive_guy]

Maybe that had something to do with the last time they met, Eliot's team was still alive and he wasn't being hunted ragged by Moreau and his mutant allies. A lot had happened since Eliot last saw the metal manipulating mutant, they weren't outright enemies back then.

"I'm sorry, Erik... But I want Shaw. You. You're the best way for me to get to him."

He reached out and touched Erik's cheek again, just a gentle brush with the back of his hand as if he was doing this purely out of the need to be close to another human being. Yet counter to his movements, a hard pair of blue eyes stared at Erik like glittering shards of blue glass buried within an unkempt visage.

"There's no use tryin', I made sure there's nothing metal anywhere near here."

[serenevengeance]

Erik didn't flinch from the touch, meeting the hard gaze with his jaw set and his own dark eyes narrowed. He was well aware of what had happened to Eliot's team, but he was not about to admit it. This man was as much a killer as he was. Erik had heard the stories Moreau told Shaw about him. Had been around enough to witness his skills as a fighter. Now he had Erik handicapped on multiple levels. Bound and cut off from his main defense.

He forced his grim expression into a smirk, baring his teeth in a short, cut off laugh. Him? A way to get to Shaw?

"Poor choice of bait, Eliot."

[distinctive_guy]

The hand dropped, suddenly making Eliot seem a whole lot less human with all that was left being the glare of those cold, dead eyes. This wasn't the Eliot Moreau wanted back, but what was there was certainly hard enough to compare.

"He will," he said with calm reassurance as if he was absolutely sure of his words. Perhaps he was.

"You and I are very similar. We're their best tool. They'll do anything to get us back. Anything."

[serenevengeance]

The fact that Eliot's words were true did not make Erik any less hostile. They were both animals, and he was the one backed into a corner. The worst part was, Erik wanted Eliot to be right. It would mean his life was worth something. But Eliot would never succeed. No one could kill Shaw. Nothing could kill Shaw. He was the devil walking amongst the living.

"Even if you were right, you would never beat him." It was said with the sort of resigned certainty that came from years of having that fact repeatedly drilled and proven into his being. No one could beat Shaw. Especially not a human.

[distinctive_guy]

"No one's invincible," Eliot answered tiredly, as if this was also an argument he had with himself many times before. He took out one of the ceramic knives he kept in his belt. The blade still had that new sheen to it, obviously bought especially for the purpose of facing this mutant.

"He has his weak points." He flipped the knife over itself again and again. Whatever state he was in, it didn't affect his skills. "As do you. I will get him." The knife stopped and he pointed the tip at Erik's face with the mutant's nose less than a foot away. "You're gonna help."

[serenevengeance]

"Help you kill yourself?" Erik wasn't buying it for a second. There had been times he thought of killing Shaw himself. Times he bore the scars to show for. Shaw was dangerous and deadly enough on his own. Add Emma Frost to the mix, and no one stood a chance of even getting near him.

"How exactly do you expect me to help? You're doing such a good job of that on your own."

[distinctive_guy]

"No," Eliot scowled. The knife waved away from Erik's face as Eliot talked with his hands, waving the blade up and down along with the motion of his fist as he gestured with his hands in emphasis. One of the slashes came dangerously close to nicking Erik, but Eliot's sense of distance was apparently good enough to let it pass with less than an inch to spare.

"Shaw's powers are based around energy, right? Cut off his energy and I'll cut him off from his power. He's not that strong without it. Just needta make sure he's isolated."

His gesturing stopped and the knife came back up to point at Erik again. "That's where you come in. He'll come here to take you back. You're stayin', whether you like it or not."

[serenevengeance]

Erik forced a sigh, pulling his eyes from Eliot, from the knife that kept gesturing around his face. He was no stranger to pain. Shaw had harnessed his powers through pain and rage. That didn't mean he was any fonder of the idea, but it did keep him from flinching more than the twitch of his eyes fighting to close on the closest slash. When Eliot stopped, he turned his head, staring out the window instead.

"You're a fool."

[distinctive_guy]

"Damnit, Erik!" Eliot reached with his free hand and grabbed Erik's shoulder to shake him, forcing the mutant to look back at him. There was more than just desperation in the hitter, there was something cold and cruel that Eliot was trying to keep reigned in. "I will get him!"

His eyes narrowed as he looked at the mutant, almost as if he was seeing him for the first time. "I thought you would want to too. You don't.... You're useless. You're really nothing but bait for this."

[serenevengeance]

That slashed a cord in the metal bender and he growled at Eliot like a cornered beast, dark eyes glinting dangerously.

"Do you think I haven't tried? Do you know how many fools just like you have tried to get rid of Shaw? You will never beat him." There was desperation as much as resignation dragging in his tone. His eyes had lost their cold composure to an onslaught of remembered attempts at escape, at revenge, failed attempts on Shaw's life from HIM.

"He won't come for me. Even if he bothers to collect me, he wount come in person. He'll send Azazel."

[distinctive_guy]

"Damnit!" Growling, Eliot flung his knife out in unrestrained anger. It passed by a hair's breadth to Erik, cutting him perhaps with just the finest brush against his cheek, and cracked the cement wall behind him where it tried to dig in.

Something seemed to die further in the hitter as he repeated the word again, softer and slumping over his knees on the bed. "He killed all of them... Tortured them...." When he looked up, it was obvious that there was a war going on behind his turmoil filled gaze. "If I can't kill him.... I can get my vengeance by killing you the same way he killed my team."

[serenevengeance]

Erik attempted to redirect the blade out of a reflex, forgetting for a moment that it was ceramic. It was the first real flinch from the master of metal at the barely noticeable sting of that cut

[distinctive_guy]

For a moment, the beast in Eliot raged out against logic as Erik's words beat down harshly on the hitter's plans. Eliot fought the odds, always beat them even because he was able to do it with tactical precision. He wasn't tactical right now though but a fragmented broken shadow that retained enough of his abilities to be dangerous while not precise.

Unfortunately, Erik was the only person in the room for him to be dangerous towards, and the bottled rage in him really, really wanted to be dangerous.

"Do you know what he did to Nate? Parker? Hardison? Sophie?" His voice broke as he started naming his team members and nearly cracked on the last name. "There wasn't even 'nough of them left to bury!!" In a quick move he drew out another blade and slashed it in a backhanded grip across the mutant's chest. Like an animal, his nostrils flared at the sight of red and he took a ragged breath in response.

[serenevengeance]

Erik didn't bother to answer the Hitter. He knew the slightest misplaced comment right now would send Eliot ricocheting dangerously off whatever tiny, crumbling ledge he was standing on right now. Sympathetic was never one of his strong points. Yes, Shaw had disposed of Eliot's team. It was unfortunate for Eliot. It did not affect Erik. He knew better than to get emotionally attached to anything