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xp_logsWarning: Attempted rape
But men get lost sometimes
As years unfold
One day he crossed some line
And he was too much in this world
1:07 am
This latest club wasn’t in the best part of town; it hadn’t been that bad an area before Apocalypse’ attack, low rent apartments, largely filled with students, and the shops and bars that catered to them. All of that meant it was a pretty low priority for recovery funds, but that hadn’t stopped the locals from coming back and trying to restart their lives however they could.
Nori, though, was far too messed up to care, out on the dance floor, moving like a girl possessed. She didn’t know who’s hands were on her as she danced, the music taking over, controlling the beat of her heart instead of the electricity for the first time in a long time. Someone’s attention was on her and she was loving it, hands moving up her sides as she slid down and back, rubbing against whoever it was like a cat, reveling in how the drugs pushed back her powers, made her not so dangerous. Not so scary. And if she was out of control, well, at least it was out of control in a good way.
Voices were murmuring in her ear, but she couldn’t make out what they said over the music. Didn’t matter. Anything was good with her.
She didn’t even notice as they made their way off the dance floor, everything still a whirl of sensation, the pounding of the music and the throbbing of the lights keeping time to her pulse. It wasn’t until the cold air hit her and she felt the rough brick of the wall behind her that Nori even realized she’d left the club. It might, possibly, have been a good moment to see who she’d left with, except there wasn’t much light outside, for one thing, and it wasn’t the best angle to see him from, given how he had his tongue halfway down her throat.
She tried to say something, but all it really came out as was “Mrmfmrmmmr,” as she pushed at his shoulders until he stepped back, although not very far, giving her a chance to catch her breath, and a whiff of the strong smell of liquor on his breath.
“Aw, what’za matter, babe?” the guy slurred, hands slipping under the edge of her shirt to stroke along her ribs. “Don’t worry about the cold,” he added as she shivered at the touch. “We’ll warm you up.”
Noriko blinked, then blinked again. He’d definitely said ‘we’, and her English might be bad but she could count, when she wasn’t seeing double. And there was only one of him.
“If the wall’s too rough, I could get behind you.” Ah... a second voice. That’d be ‘we’, then. “Maybe she likes it when somebody gets behind her, huh, Mike? Sure moved like it on the dance floor...” One of the hands attached to this second voice was suddenly there on her thigh, pushing the edge of her skirt up.
Nori reached down to clumsily knock the hand away, trying to tug her skirt lower. She wasn’t at all sure how she’d ended up out here or, really, where here was, but she was pretty certain she didn’t want to stay. “Stop, please,” she said pushing ineffectually again at Mike. “Is mistake.”
“Nah, no mistake, babe. Stopping before the fun’s even started, that’d be a mistake.” He was pressing forward, ignoring her attempts to get him to back off as he angled his head to mouth along Noriko’s neck.
“Stop,” she repeated, jerking away from him, finally breaking free, only to stumble into his friend’s arms.
“Now, is that nice? You make with the friendly inside, all happy to get nice and close. Real close. And now you go cold? I don’t think so.” This one smelled even more strongly of liquor. “No, I think you need to follow through on all that friendliness...”
“Leave me alone,” Noriko said, as clearly as she could manage, but all that got her was the first man stepping forward, pressing her back into his friend, sandwiching her between them as he forced a knee between her thighs.
“Uh-uh. No way.” Hands were back up under her shirt, pulling too hard at her bra, trying to get it off the hard way. “I don’t think we will. Hold on to her, Jon.”
They were stronger than she was, and the way she was being held, she couldn’t even really kick them. For the first time Noriko wished she’d ever paid attention in self defense class. “Stop. No, stop. Please, stop!”
“Shut up!” A hand was slapped over her mouth, keeping her silent, and Noriko wanted to cry. She only had one other way of stopping them, and the thought of intentionally using her powers on normal people made her sick, but not as sick as what would happen otherwise.
In desperation she reached out for that core of energy and suddenly realized her mistake; between the alcohol and the pills, her power was so damped down she could barely touch it. She tried to let lose on them and all she got in return was a pair of moans, and hands scrabbling to pull off her skirt.
She needed more power and she needed it now. Eyes pinched shut in desperation, Noriko focused everything she had and reached out for the closest energy source she could find. In the space of a heartbeat her emergency cell phone went dead, it’s battery shot from the sudden power loss and reaching up to grab the hand over her mouth she slammed the power back out through the mental fuzz in her mind as, a hundred miles away, an alarm began to sound at the school.
“AHHH!” The man behind her jerked back, slamming into the club’s backdoor as he grabbed at the arm she’d zapped, which was still twitching. “What the fuck.”
The other man had jumped in surprise at the yell, and Nori suddenly had the chance to break free again, darting out of range. “Is said, leave me alone!”
“What the hell just happened?” Mike asked, reaching out to take a swipe at her, even as he glanced back over his shoulder at his friend. Which meant he didn’t see Noriko fire another bolt in his direction. Luckily for him, and unluckily for her, she was almost out of power again, and too drunk to aim, and the low voltage bolt crackled into the wall behind him as Jon let out another yell.
“Shit! She’s a fucking mutie!” There was definite fear in his voice, and he clutched his arm, still slightly twitching, to his chest.
“Is that so.” And that was definitely not fear in Mike’s eyes as he turned back to Noriko, taking another few steps forward. “You saying we got a dirty, filthy, mutie whore right here. Well... isn’t this gonna be fun.”
As the man moved forward, Noriko moved back, stumbling slightly as her loosened skirt slipped down on her hips and she grabbed at it. “Go away. Please, only go away...” But he didn’t look like he was at all inclined to do so, so already she was reaching out, tapping into the club’s power, and inside the lights dimmed suddenly and the music stuttered for a moment.
“No, no I don’t think I will. You little mutie slut. Sneaking around town, hiding what you are. Pretending to be normal after what your kind did. Trying to get nice, normal boys to fuck you. That what you want? Cause that’s what you’re going to get, you fucking whore.”
And suddenly Noriko wasn’t backing away from him anymore, because suddenly Noriko wasn’t afraid. She was angry. Mike didn’t see it, but Jon did, and Noriko smiled a nasty little smile as she heard him whimper and scrabble against the door. Fixing her gaze on Mike as he came closer she waited until she was sure, even drunk as she was, she could not miss, and then she smiled sweetly and said, “I is not whore,” and let the whole charge out.
A few bolts still went wild, scorching along the ground and sparking back into the wall near where Jon was cringing. Mike collapsed to the ground, jerking wildly before lying still, and his ragged breathing was the only noise for a moment. Noriko stared down at him, suddenly glad to be out of power, because it kept her from having to decide whether to just keep going until that horrible sound stopped.
She didn’t even look up until a clatter of rubbish in the alley reminded her that Jon was still there, and he flinched away when he realized she was looking at him. “Please,” he whispered, “please. Don’t hurt me.”
Nori stared at him, then swallowed. “Now you is know how I feel,” she said, then turned and ran.
---
The leaves were falling around me
The groaning city in the gathering dark
1:34 am
Scott wasn't sure how he'd wound up with the night shift on coms; usually, there were plenty of junior X-Men to assign that to. He supposed it was only fair that it happened from time to time, but it bothered him a little to be leaving Jean to her own devices. She still needed a certain degree of fussing, in his humble opinion at least.
Did he dare plan a weekend away? he wondered idly, then made a face, discarding the idea. Not with things the way they were, much as it would probably do Jean good. Now was not a good time to have anything else than all hands on deck. You're being overcautious, Summers. Or maybe just a control freak, afraid of leaving things in anyone else's hands, even Ororo's... no, it's that I don't want to dump it all on her, I've done that before and I swore I wasn't going to do it again-
His train of thought was rather brutally cut off by a very particular alarm going on, complete with flashing red light on the console. Scott swore, his heartrate jumping, and leaning over, calling up the relevant info for the phone that had just gone dead - Noriko? In New York ? What the hell is she doing-
They hadn't checked, after that fight with her parents. Had just assumed that she'd gone somewhere nearby, to cool off... Scott's jaw clenched. Later for the recriminations. "If this is another kidnapping," he muttered under his breath, recording the coordinates and, after a moment's thought, paging three specific X-Men.
Kidnapping. Or worse? As Scott rose smoothly from the chair, he felt cold all over, his hands trembling briefly before he clenched them into fists. Not one of the kids - not again.
But men get lost sometimes
As years unfold
One day he crossed some line
And he was too much in this world
1:07 am
This latest club wasn’t in the best part of town; it hadn’t been that bad an area before Apocalypse’ attack, low rent apartments, largely filled with students, and the shops and bars that catered to them. All of that meant it was a pretty low priority for recovery funds, but that hadn’t stopped the locals from coming back and trying to restart their lives however they could.
Nori, though, was far too messed up to care, out on the dance floor, moving like a girl possessed. She didn’t know who’s hands were on her as she danced, the music taking over, controlling the beat of her heart instead of the electricity for the first time in a long time. Someone’s attention was on her and she was loving it, hands moving up her sides as she slid down and back, rubbing against whoever it was like a cat, reveling in how the drugs pushed back her powers, made her not so dangerous. Not so scary. And if she was out of control, well, at least it was out of control in a good way.
Voices were murmuring in her ear, but she couldn’t make out what they said over the music. Didn’t matter. Anything was good with her.
She didn’t even notice as they made their way off the dance floor, everything still a whirl of sensation, the pounding of the music and the throbbing of the lights keeping time to her pulse. It wasn’t until the cold air hit her and she felt the rough brick of the wall behind her that Nori even realized she’d left the club. It might, possibly, have been a good moment to see who she’d left with, except there wasn’t much light outside, for one thing, and it wasn’t the best angle to see him from, given how he had his tongue halfway down her throat.
She tried to say something, but all it really came out as was “Mrmfmrmmmr,” as she pushed at his shoulders until he stepped back, although not very far, giving her a chance to catch her breath, and a whiff of the strong smell of liquor on his breath.
“Aw, what’za matter, babe?” the guy slurred, hands slipping under the edge of her shirt to stroke along her ribs. “Don’t worry about the cold,” he added as she shivered at the touch. “We’ll warm you up.”
Noriko blinked, then blinked again. He’d definitely said ‘we’, and her English might be bad but she could count, when she wasn’t seeing double. And there was only one of him.
“If the wall’s too rough, I could get behind you.” Ah... a second voice. That’d be ‘we’, then. “Maybe she likes it when somebody gets behind her, huh, Mike? Sure moved like it on the dance floor...” One of the hands attached to this second voice was suddenly there on her thigh, pushing the edge of her skirt up.
Nori reached down to clumsily knock the hand away, trying to tug her skirt lower. She wasn’t at all sure how she’d ended up out here or, really, where here was, but she was pretty certain she didn’t want to stay. “Stop, please,” she said pushing ineffectually again at Mike. “Is mistake.”
“Nah, no mistake, babe. Stopping before the fun’s even started, that’d be a mistake.” He was pressing forward, ignoring her attempts to get him to back off as he angled his head to mouth along Noriko’s neck.
“Stop,” she repeated, jerking away from him, finally breaking free, only to stumble into his friend’s arms.
“Now, is that nice? You make with the friendly inside, all happy to get nice and close. Real close. And now you go cold? I don’t think so.” This one smelled even more strongly of liquor. “No, I think you need to follow through on all that friendliness...”
“Leave me alone,” Noriko said, as clearly as she could manage, but all that got her was the first man stepping forward, pressing her back into his friend, sandwiching her between them as he forced a knee between her thighs.
“Uh-uh. No way.” Hands were back up under her shirt, pulling too hard at her bra, trying to get it off the hard way. “I don’t think we will. Hold on to her, Jon.”
They were stronger than she was, and the way she was being held, she couldn’t even really kick them. For the first time Noriko wished she’d ever paid attention in self defense class. “Stop. No, stop. Please, stop!”
“Shut up!” A hand was slapped over her mouth, keeping her silent, and Noriko wanted to cry. She only had one other way of stopping them, and the thought of intentionally using her powers on normal people made her sick, but not as sick as what would happen otherwise.
In desperation she reached out for that core of energy and suddenly realized her mistake; between the alcohol and the pills, her power was so damped down she could barely touch it. She tried to let lose on them and all she got in return was a pair of moans, and hands scrabbling to pull off her skirt.
She needed more power and she needed it now. Eyes pinched shut in desperation, Noriko focused everything she had and reached out for the closest energy source she could find. In the space of a heartbeat her emergency cell phone went dead, it’s battery shot from the sudden power loss and reaching up to grab the hand over her mouth she slammed the power back out through the mental fuzz in her mind as, a hundred miles away, an alarm began to sound at the school.
“AHHH!” The man behind her jerked back, slamming into the club’s backdoor as he grabbed at the arm she’d zapped, which was still twitching. “What the fuck.”
The other man had jumped in surprise at the yell, and Nori suddenly had the chance to break free again, darting out of range. “Is said, leave me alone!”
“What the hell just happened?” Mike asked, reaching out to take a swipe at her, even as he glanced back over his shoulder at his friend. Which meant he didn’t see Noriko fire another bolt in his direction. Luckily for him, and unluckily for her, she was almost out of power again, and too drunk to aim, and the low voltage bolt crackled into the wall behind him as Jon let out another yell.
“Shit! She’s a fucking mutie!” There was definite fear in his voice, and he clutched his arm, still slightly twitching, to his chest.
“Is that so.” And that was definitely not fear in Mike’s eyes as he turned back to Noriko, taking another few steps forward. “You saying we got a dirty, filthy, mutie whore right here. Well... isn’t this gonna be fun.”
As the man moved forward, Noriko moved back, stumbling slightly as her loosened skirt slipped down on her hips and she grabbed at it. “Go away. Please, only go away...” But he didn’t look like he was at all inclined to do so, so already she was reaching out, tapping into the club’s power, and inside the lights dimmed suddenly and the music stuttered for a moment.
“No, no I don’t think I will. You little mutie slut. Sneaking around town, hiding what you are. Pretending to be normal after what your kind did. Trying to get nice, normal boys to fuck you. That what you want? Cause that’s what you’re going to get, you fucking whore.”
And suddenly Noriko wasn’t backing away from him anymore, because suddenly Noriko wasn’t afraid. She was angry. Mike didn’t see it, but Jon did, and Noriko smiled a nasty little smile as she heard him whimper and scrabble against the door. Fixing her gaze on Mike as he came closer she waited until she was sure, even drunk as she was, she could not miss, and then she smiled sweetly and said, “I is not whore,” and let the whole charge out.
A few bolts still went wild, scorching along the ground and sparking back into the wall near where Jon was cringing. Mike collapsed to the ground, jerking wildly before lying still, and his ragged breathing was the only noise for a moment. Noriko stared down at him, suddenly glad to be out of power, because it kept her from having to decide whether to just keep going until that horrible sound stopped.
She didn’t even look up until a clatter of rubbish in the alley reminded her that Jon was still there, and he flinched away when he realized she was looking at him. “Please,” he whispered, “please. Don’t hurt me.”
Nori stared at him, then swallowed. “Now you is know how I feel,” she said, then turned and ran.
---
The leaves were falling around me
The groaning city in the gathering dark
1:34 am
Scott wasn't sure how he'd wound up with the night shift on coms; usually, there were plenty of junior X-Men to assign that to. He supposed it was only fair that it happened from time to time, but it bothered him a little to be leaving Jean to her own devices. She still needed a certain degree of fussing, in his humble opinion at least.
Did he dare plan a weekend away? he wondered idly, then made a face, discarding the idea. Not with things the way they were, much as it would probably do Jean good. Now was not a good time to have anything else than all hands on deck. You're being overcautious, Summers. Or maybe just a control freak, afraid of leaving things in anyone else's hands, even Ororo's... no, it's that I don't want to dump it all on her, I've done that before and I swore I wasn't going to do it again-
His train of thought was rather brutally cut off by a very particular alarm going on, complete with flashing red light on the console. Scott swore, his heartrate jumping, and leaning over, calling up the relevant info for the phone that had just gone dead - Noriko? In New York ? What the hell is she doing-
They hadn't checked, after that fight with her parents. Had just assumed that she'd gone somewhere nearby, to cool off... Scott's jaw clenched. Later for the recriminations. "If this is another kidnapping," he muttered under his breath, recording the coordinates and, after a moment's thought, paging three specific X-Men.
Kidnapping. Or worse? As Scott rose smoothly from the chair, he felt cold all over, his hands trembling briefly before he clenched them into fists. Not one of the kids - not again.
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