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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 29

Very much NSFW fic continued from yesterday:

Fracture Twenty-Nine: Adventures

  Bluebelle was getting bored. Oma, Opa and the rest of the family had had to go home. All the crying in the world couldn’t make them stay, not that she hadn’t tried. She’d cried so hard she’d made herself ill for a whole day.

  Doctor Hank gave her a yucky drink so her head wouldn’t hurt, but he also gave her hugs, so that was okay.

  But there was *still* nobody here but a bunch of adults. Doing adult things and telling her to play.

  But there was no-one to play *with*.

  Everyone had gone to school.

  Except the adults, who were all busy.

  Bluebelle found her surgical mask and put it on. Then she put on her hologram. She could see the school where Daddy went from the top of the Institute. All she had to do was keep going in that direction and she could find Daddy.

  He always talked about which classes he kept falling asleep in. So school *had* to be boring. But he was never bored with *her* around.

  Bluebelle climbed the fence and, making sure no-one saw her, clambered down the other side.

  *That* way was the school.

  She set off.

*

  It was a long walk in the sun.

  Bluebelle kept to the shady side of the street and kept going. Daddy would be proud of her, she was sure. It was a brave thing to go out all by herself. And even braver to go to a place full of strangers.

  Of course, it sort of helped knowing that Mistress was all locked up by the Law. The hearing had said no parole. That meant that she’d be locked up all the time.

  Bluebelle felt a whole lot safer knowing that Mistress couldn’t come hunting her.

  That, and the little dolly Oma had made helped a lot. It was just like her, and Daddy told her to leave it at home if she ever went out. Bluebelle called her Hubches.

  She stopped at a light, staring at the school across the way. There weren’t any crossing guards, but there were buttons. She inspected them. One had an arrow pointing her way and the words “press to walk” on it. Bluebelle shrugged and pressed it.

  Nothing happened.

  She tried again. And again. And *again*. And finally the lights changed and they told her she could walk.

  Bluebelle skipped. She’d made it work. All by herself.

  Daddy would be pleased.

*

  “Now *that’s* gotta be a new one, yo,” said Todd.

  “What?” asked Tabby.

  “First time I ever saw a kid sneakin’ *into* school.”

  She followed his pointing digit to the little kid in the “HEY, I'M VISIBLE” ensemble.

  “Who dressed her?” asked Pietro. “The Maquis de Sade or Ray Charles?”

  “Who?” said Lance.

  Todd rolled his eyes. “The blind guy in _Blues Brothers_, yo. Don't you *ever* study the classics, man?”

  “Wanna say ‘hello’?” Fred suggested.

  “Meh,” Tabby shrugged. “I ain’t got nothin’ better to do. Let’s hit it.”

*

  So many strangers.

  Bluebelle’s heart pounded, and she sought the relative security of some trees. This place was *big*. Daddy had never said it was *big*… he just said it was boring.

  She couldn’t see a single person she knew. Not even Jamie, and there were always a few of him around *somewhere*.

  Bluebelle dodged from tree to tree, desperately seeking someone familiar. Maybe she should go back. Go home.

  This place was scary.

  “Hey there, cutie,” said someone right behind her.

  Bluebelle turned with a little shriek. Strangers! She backed right up against the tree.

  There was a blonde girl. A big one, a green one, a thin one and one that smelled bad. Like those burned-up wormy things left in the gutters. Like Mistress in a bad mood.

  Tree bark pressed into her spine.

  “No need to be scared, sweet stuff,” said the blonde. “We don’t bite.”

  “Not out of the sack, anyway,” said the bad-smelling one.

  Bluebelle’s eyes bugged. He talked just like Mistress did about people!

  “*LA*-ance!” The blonde hit bad-smell. “Shut *up*.”

  The big one dropped into a crouch. “Don’t mind them,” he said. “They were just born rude. My name’s Fred. What’s yours?”

  All Bluebelle could manage was a frightened whimper.

  “By the way,” said the thin one. “Who picked your clothes for you? Stevie Wonder?”

  “Yo, shut it, Quickie,” said the green one. “You’re scarin’ her. Ooo… butterfly…”

  Bluebelle looked. “Schones hubches,” she whispered.

  {Snap!} it was gone, and the green one was chewing and licking his lips.

  “Mmmm, mmm. *Love* those butterflies…”

  They were *mean*!

  Her vision blurred and another whimper escaped her throat and she tried to back through the tree.

  “You shouldn'a done that, *Toad*,” growled the big one. “If you make her cry, I’m gonna *pound* ya.”

  “Wuh oh…” the green one ducked behind a tree. “I didn’t mean nothin’, yo. I just can’t help myself, y'know. Don'tcry, don'tcry, don'tcry, pleasefortheloveofGod, don'tcry…”

  The blonde one was getting closer. So was the thin one and bad-smell.

  “Shh, shh,” whispered the blonde. “It’s okay. The butterfly just went to heaven, see?”

  “You lost?” said bad-smell. “You lookin’ for someone? A big brother?”

  Bluebelle tried to edge away from them, but they were all around her. She raised her arms instinctively to stop herself from getting hit. Her first tear slid down her face.

  “Hey,” soothed the thin one. “Hey. You don’t have to do that… We're okay.” He moved his hand towards her wrist.

  She couldn’t let him touch her! That was as dangerous as Mistress!   Bluebelle did the bravest thing she’d ever done in her whole life. She took a deep breath and screamed at the top of her lungs.

  “DAAADDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!”

*

  The Brotherhood, as one mutant, had all found trees to hide behind.

  “Jesus H. Christ,” said Tabby.

  “*Whoah*,” said Todd.

  “Kid’s got some pipes,” said Fred.

  “Fucking *shit*,” said Lance.

  “It’s *always* the quiet ones,” said Pietro. “My sister was just like that. All whispers one minute and the next - nuclear.”

  The little kid had crumpled to the ground and was crying her eyes out, occasionally managing to repeat, “I wan’ my Daddy…” in between sobs.

  The rest of the campus was galvinised. Everyone had frozen in the middle of whatever they were doing. The only things still moving were the chickens given out last week for Sex Ed.

  Mrs Crankshaw hadn’t given any of them one on the grounds that they'd try to eat it, or use it in some prank. She was probably right. So instead of a chicken, they had to keep a journal on the care and maintenance of Todd.

  As far as they could tell, he was enjoying the attention.

  “All right,” said the one person who’d decided to move, A-class jerk, Duncan Matthews. “Which one of you assholes hurt the kid?”

  “Ididn'tdoanything,” said Todd, who was halfway up his tree of choice. "I was just mindin’ my business, yo. It’s *Pietro* who decided to touch her.“

  "I didn’t even touch her,” said Pietro. “I was trying to be nice and she just *screamed*. Honest!”

  “I’ll pound you later,” said Matthews. He knelt on the ground near the girl. His voice instantly gentled. “Hey, there, sweetheart… It’s okay now. Those bad people won’t hurt you. It’s okay.”

  {gasp gasp} “…i wan’ my daddy…”

  “It’s okay, now, sweetheart. We’ll find your Daddy. Is he here?”

  Nod. More crying.

  “Is he one of the teachers?”

  No response.

  “Sweetheart? You okay?” He reached out a hand to touch her shoulder.

  All the Brotherhood started waving frantically. “Nononono, don'ttouchher!”

  “DADDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

  Matthews would have broken the world’s record for climbing halfway up a tree if it wasn’t for the fact that he was flying-tackled, thrown up against another one, and then promptly choked with the help of his own shirt.

  “What did you do to her?” Kurt demanded. “What did you *do* to her?”

  His wrath was slightly spoiled by the chicken that had followed him all the way to his current spot. After a few loud {Peep!}s at the scenery change, it settled down to investigate the food quality of the dirt at Kurt’s feet.

  “Nuthin’ I sweartoGod! It was those other scuzzos, I swear! They made her scream first.”

  Kurt turned to face them and growled.

  The chicken decided to have a dust bath.

  “Wedidn'ttouchher! Wedidn'ttouchher!” The Brotherhood did the frantic hand-waving thing again. Hologram or not, Kurt looked pissed off enough to take them all on and win.

  “…daddy?”

Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 28

Very much NSFW fic continued from yesterday:

Fracture Twenty-Eight: Confessions

  “Ach! This is turning into a soap opera…” said Papa.

  “I can understand the confusion,” Kurt grinned a little. “The *how* I found out is even more confusing than the *what* I found out.” He gave Kitty a squeeze, and smiled when he didn’t instantly find a bone. She was starting to fill out at long last. Kurt surrendered to temptation and sampled

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 27

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Fracture Twenty-Seven: Making Friends

  “When’ll you come back?”

  “Well, if I can stay out of detention, around four.”

  “But that’s for*ever*…”

  Daddy dropped into a crouch. “It’s okay, liebe. You still have all the grown-ups to talk to.”

  Bluebelle whimpered. “But you’ll be *gone*,” she protested. “You mightn’t come back.”

  “

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 26

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Fracture Twenty-Six: Faces of Fear

  The pre-trial had demanded that only the survivors come to court. There were still people standing in the aisles, and crowding the rails of the upper gallery.

  They all stared at Hess.

  Lengthy research revealed that Hess was her true name. She used it, on and off, at various places where no-one had heard of her. She had a dozen other identities, at least. Both her nomadic nature and her

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 25

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Fracture Twenty-Five: Survivors

  Hess had been attacking children for fifteen years. Apparently, Kurt was somewhere in the middle.

  “Gruss Gott…”

  Bluebelle clung to him like a limpet, half-hiding from all the strangers. She, Kitty and Kurt all wore a little tag that marked them as survivors.

  There were lots of tags in the crowd.

  “I guess it *is* a convention,” said Kitty. “Look, there’s even booths.”

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 24

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Fracture Twenty-Four: Chain Reaction

  Coffee dripped off of Principal Kelly’s TV screen.

  “Oh, *GOD*, no!” He knelt in front of it, where his newly-hired Gym teacher’s face was being broadcast, nationwide, under the lable of 'child abuser’. And she’d seemed so *nice*… So - *normal*. “I'm *ruined*! *Ruined*! God, why does this have to happen to meeeee… I'm not a bad man…

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 23

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_:Fracture Twenty-Three: The Ties That Bind

[AN: I’m not up to date on the DareDevil, aka Matthew Murdock, so I made his current assistant up out of whole cloth ^_^ Forgive me, fanboys! And gals…]

  The blind man turned to face them as they entered the room. Which was odd, because neither Kurt nor Bluebelle made a sound with their fur-padded feet.

  “Hello,” he said. “You must be Kurt and

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 22

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Fracture Twenty-Two: Discoveries

  Nobody ever went to the ironically misnamed “Good Eatin’” for the food. They went for the high-walled booths that guaranteed privacy and relative solitude from the world outside.

  Regulars knew not to go near the ribs.

  Earl had seen just about everything happen in those booths. Wierd, pale writer types who came to nurse a plate of chips and a drink over a bothersome manuscript. Covert, spy-like meetings between

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 21

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Fracture Twenty-One: Damage Control

  A blue fuzzy digit traced across the paper. “Not. In. A. Boat… Not. In. The. Rain!”

  “Good,” said Kitty. “That’s it.”

  “I. Do. Not. Like. Them. Sam, I, Am,” Bluebelle started grinning. “I do not like green eggs and ham!”

  “Good *girl*,” Kitty gave her a hug. “Did you hear that, Kurt?”

  “Yes,

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 20

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Fracture Twenty: Slow-Healing Wounds

  Kurt was halfway out of bed before his eyes opened to see where the food was.

  “*Told* you he’d like, do that,” said Kitty.

  Bluebelle hid a giggle behind two hands.

  He was back in his room. In the Institute. Safe and sound. With a brand-new family. “Liebchen! Schatz! Am I glad to see you… And the food.”

  “A gigantic economy-size portion of

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 19

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Fracture Nineteen: Way Out

  Logan found the scent trail and followed it under the bridge. His nose said the Elf, Half-pint and someone else were there, but his eyes said different. The plant life around the path made an ideal patch of darkness where bridge met earth. He’d have to wait until the bint from hades had gone away, though, before he investigated further.

  He picked a relatively comfortable spot and sat himself

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 18

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Fracture Eighteen: Hess’ Games: Blind Man’s Bluff

[AN: Yes! I *am* playing fast&loose with ComicContinuity! Thankyou for noticing ^_^ ]

  When Kitty came back, Kurt was kneeling on the floor and rocking back and forth with the jar in his arms. He was singing a lullaby in German and crying.

  This was scary.

  “Kurt?”

  “I didn’t know. He was born and died and I didn’t

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 17

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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

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 16

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Fracture Sixteen: Things That Make You Go AUGH!

  “Twongngngng…” said Kurt, making rubber-band-flicking motions with his hands.

  Kitty was already helpless with laughter. “Stoppit… You fuzzy sadist… Oh, my ribs… like, *owww*… I’m dying…”

  Kurt laughed, also reliving the funniest, most sadistic short he'd ever seen on the screen. It was worth it to see her laughing again. She was so tense about

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 15

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Fracture Fifteen: An Encounter in the Mall

[AN: This chapter contains nastiness that’s in reference to another book, which is Kaz Cooke’s _Up The Duff_ :) Go Kaz! Just don’t sue me. I’m broke]

  It was, as Kurt kept singing, a magical mystery tour. He got her fabulous-looking clothes that were a size too large on purpose, telling her that she’d better work on growing into

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