Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 17
Very much NSFW fic continued from yesterday:
Fracture Seventeen: Hess’ Games: Hide And Seek
[AN: You’re gonna have to wait at least a chapter before you find out
about Kitty. Ha! >:) ]
Underground. Dark. Smells bad. Old blood.
Monsters restless. Feel sick.
Something else. Bad Time smell. _Nacht in der Blute_ and stale sex. Bad. Very bad.
Kurt flickered into wakefulness. Barely. Head was full of fog. Katzchen? Tied up. Can barely move. Katzchen hanging. Harness. Still breathing. Looks so pale.
Another person. Corner. Small. Scared.
Kurt moaned. His mouth felt like it had been shrink-wrapped. Ether. Someone had put him down with Ether. They hadn’t been gentle about it.
“Katzchen?” he risked. “Can you hear?”
Kitty moaned too. She blinked, then took stock. “What the–? *Kurt*? Why’re we like, tied up?”
“Predator,” Kurt sighed. “Hess. I recognise her style.”
“Shows what she knows. I’m like, *so* out of here.” She concentrated. Nothing happened. “OmyGod. She shorted out our powers!”
“Relax. ’S the ether. Screws up your ability to think right. Gotta wait ‘till it wears off.”
“I am *not* like, hanging around *that* long. Like get me *out* of here!”
“Ruhe, bitte…” whimpered the little figure in the corner. “Mistress ist wutend an Ihnen.”
“Katzchen, shhh… Your scaring the kind.”
“She’s got a *kid* down here? Ew.”
“She started on *me* when I was *four*,” Kurt sighed. “Why should anything be different now?”
Kitty shuddered. “I feel like, totally sick… We have *got* to get outta here.”
“Not a problem, fraulein. Did I ever tell you about mein Onkel Wolf?”
“Only about a billion times,” Kitty rolled her eyes.
Kurt sighed. “*Katzchen*… it’s for the kid.”
“Okay,” she drawled. “Tell me about Uncle Wolf.”
Kurt tested his bonds. Once again, his captor had forgotten about the tail. “Onkel Wolfgang’s quite a character. Has a very liberated view on what’s legal and what isn’t. He always said to me, 'Kurt, my lad, anything on the other side of a lock has *got* to be worth getting to’. Of course this lead him into a few disputes with others, so he learned to get out of -er- any situation he got himself into.”
Kitty raised an eyebrow. “This is the same Uncle Wolf who like, tried to lift an entire village’s like, food supply, right?”
“You got him. Fortunately we caught him before they did, but dear Onkel Wolf taught me a great many bad habits. To this day, I choose not to play cards, for example.” His tail finished working on his wrist shackles. Kurt instantly started on the collar of his neck. Not that it was attached to his harness, he just wanted to get rid of the thing. He sat up. “And of course, Onkel Wolf passed down his skills at escapology. Strictly as a life-saving technique, of course.”
“Of course,” said Kitty. “Like, hooray for Uncle Wolf.”
Kurt hopped down from the table and found the mechanism to lower Kitty. “Obviously, Hess had some plans. Maybe she went out for honey and meat ants, ja?”
“Kurt, that is like, totally unfunny.”
“I know,” he said, working on her various buckles. “Have you ever tried to get honey in this town? Ugh.”
Kitty bit her lip and shook. “*Damn* you for making me laugh…” Then she started blushing. “Um. Kurt? She like, took our clothes.”
“Ja, I kinda noticed. Getting out has priority, I think. There. Aus Ihnen kommen Sie.” He turned away, towards the kid in the corner. She was as naked as they were, and he could see a glint of chain in the shadows. She was huddled up in a ball and whimpering.
*
Kitty sat on the table and tried not to feel exposed. It helped that Kurt acted as if everyone had their clothes on, but not by much. She shivered and held herself.
“There now, Madchen… It’s okay. You don’t have to be afraid. Kitty won’t hurt you.”
_*I* won’t hurt her? *What*?_
“Mistress ist wutend an Ihnen…” she murmured. “Falsche Monsters erhalten nicht eingezogen…”
“I don’t see any bad monsters,” Kurt said. “Kitty’s rather nice when you get used to her. But I can understand. She’s terribly ugly, ja?”
“*Ku-urt*!”
The kid giggled a little. Kitty could see her arms move to hide her mouth. This kid had been in for the long haul.
“Now *there’s* a beautiful smile,” he cooed. “You’ll be beating the men off with a stick when you grow up. Friends, now?”
A little nod. “Ja…”
Kurt reached out and stroked her hair. “There’s a good little girl. It’s all right. I won’t touch you anywhere that feels wrong. My name's Kurt. That’s Kitty. Do you have a name?”
“Ich bin ein Tuefel,” she whispered.
“I see,” said Kurt. “We’ll just have to give you a name, ja? Would you like a name?”
Shrug.
“We’ll work on it together. How old are you, liebe? Seven? Eight?”
“Sev'n an’ a half…”
Kitty sorta guessed she spoke English. She certainly understood it.
“Seven and a *half*… Yes. It fits. Gruss Gott, it all fits… Ich bin taurig, meine arme Tochter… I didn’t know you were here.”
“Tochter?” Kitty quoted.
Kurt took her up in a hug.
Now she could see. Little digigrade legs with two toes. Little tridactyl hands clinging at Kurt’s fur. Little pointed ears poking up from indigo curls. A little tail, curling itself around his.
“Oh, my God…” Kitty whispered. _Seven and a half… plus nine months… Take that from sixteen and –_ “You had sex when you were like, *Seven*?”
“It doesn’t matter, Katzchen. What matters is that I have to get my daughter *out* of here. No-one should be left for the predators." Cradling the girl in his arms, he took her over to Kitty. "Just start with her hair. She has beautiful hair.”
Kitty did. It was soft and beautiful to touch. Long and loose. Kitty would have killed to get hair like that.
“There, you see? Kitty can be gentle. You can trust her.”
The girl turned to look at Kitty. She had the most amazing gem-green eyes. Like emeralds. They were frightened and full of tears.
“It’s okay, little blue,” she whispered. “I’d never hurt you.”
Kurt discreetly threw away the collar and leash that the kid had been wearing.
“Now, then, kleine Madchen… Do you know where - 'Mistress’ puts the clothes?”
Nod. “Not allowed to go there.”
“It’s all right. All you have to do is show us where it is. 'Mistress' wouldn’t be upset about that. I know her.”
The kid hopped down, not at all nervous about being naked with two older kids. Kitty followed after Kurt, still using her arms and hands to guard certain areas and trying not to peek at anyone else’s.
There was a closet full of kid’s clothes. Hers and Kurt’s were at the top of the pile in a hodgepodge. They both looked solidly at the floor while they got dressed.
Kurt picked out a little pink dress for the girl, and ripped a hole in a little pair of panties for her tail. “There,” he said, helping her wriggle into the garments in question. “That should hold you until we get somewhere safe, eh?”
She was feeling the dress and grinning. “Schones hubsches,” she giggled.
Kitty, drawn by morbid curiosity, raked her hand through the chaos of clothing. There was stuff for kids of all ages and both genders in there. Even - she picked up a tiny jumpsuit - babies.
“Like, how sick *was* she?”
Kurt snatched the garment from her fingers and sniffed it. He was looking unstable again. *Mighty* unstable.
“Kurt?”
“Madchen? Where’s the baby?”
Only then did Kitty realise that someone had cut a hole in the rear of the jumpsuit. For a tail. How many more little Kurts *were* there?
The little girl took Kurt’s hand and lead them through the house to another closet. It was locked. Kitty couldn’t hear anything from inside. This was getting frightening.
Kurt, still hanging on to the jumpsuit, made short work of the lock, thanks again to Uncle Wolf, and opened the door. He looked like he wanted to be sick. “How long has the baby been here, Madchen?”
Shrug. “Always.” She looked into the closet with a sort of weird detachment. “Mistress says he’s my big brother. But he’s little.”
Kitty steeled herself and took a peek over the door. She instantly ran to the bathroom to be sick.
Hess had put her own son in a jar and pickled him.
Kurt’s son.
[AN: Yes! It’s a short chapter! I love the cliffhanger/surprise here ^_^]