Beside Me, Chapter 0.2 - Angel Blood
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nyxelestiaStory Title: Beside Me
Chapter: 0.2 - Angel Blood
Rating: R
Summary: X-Men AU: For many downtrodden mutants, rejected throughout a lifetime of unwelcome blood dictating their lives, Camelot Academy is not just a school - it's a home. But something dark is brewing, and Camelot is no longer as safe as it appears.
Word Count: 750
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Merlin, Gwen, Lancelot, Morgana, Gwaine
Story Warnings/Content: violence (including scientific experimentation), sex (including references to forced intoxication and non-con), character deaths, self-harm, mentions of prostitution, torture
Chapter Warnings/Content: self-harm (child),
Beta: none for this chapter
Notes: Short andangsty sweet. :)
Chapter 0: Prologue
Part 1: Angel Blood
Master Post
<< Previous Chapter
~*~
“Mutantism is an illness like any other, which has developed a huge cultural impact because of its side effects in those afflicted-”
~*~
Inside of the bathroom of a luxurious penthouse flat in London, was a little boy who knew this very, very well.
~*~
“-and so it is the duty of those who can study and research this gene, this illness, to do so, and-”
~*~
He locked the door behind him, and set the box on the counter.
The little boy, barely a dozen years old, if that, lifted the box to reveal the set of knives inside, along with other razors, blades, and other sharp things he knew he was not supposed to have.
Gulping in fear and determination, he pulled off his shirt, and stood bare-chested before the mirror. Reaching into the box, he pulled out the biggest knife there was. The blade was the length of his arm, never mind the handle, but it was what would work.
He curved his arm over his back.
And a moment later, cried out, his arm jerking up as the blade dug into his flesh, just above…above…
He lowered his arm and moved the knife again.
~*~
“-we must cure these sick, truly and deeply sick, people-”
~*~
He gasped and whimpered in pain as he cut open his shoulder again, and again, and again, crossing over each other. He could feel blood trickling down his back.
He trembled, and tried to feel encouraged as another bloodied feather fell to the floor.
~*~
“-erase their genetic abominations by returning their genes to a healthy, human state-”
~*~
Pendragons were not weak.
Pendragons did not cry.
And most of all, Pendragons were not mutants.
Keeping that in mind, he aimed the knife towards the…the…the things protruding out of his back, and pushed down again.
He fought back the scream. Barely.
But he still counted that victory.
~*~
“-and we will one day have a complete cure to eliminate mutantism from the human race at large.”
~*~
The knife tip sank into one of the things and a sob was ripped from his mouth as it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, hurt, hurt hurt hurthurthurt-
“Arthur?”
He cried out in muffled shock, hiccupping and gasping through the tears.
Dad wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour!
He looked up at the clock, and realized it was an hour later.
“Arthur, are you all right?” Uther asked through the door. His voice was worried. Arthur knew his father’s voice would be different if he knew, and he knew he had to hide. “The maid says you’ve been in here for over an hour.”
“I’m-m fine, Dad!” Arthur yelled waveringly, cursing the pain leaking into his voice. “Really!”
“You don’t sound fine,” Uther called out. “Open this door.”
“In a minute!” he shouted frantically. He dropped the knife into the box of blades and razors and other sharp things he’d collected and cursed the rattling sound in made.
“What was that?” Uther asked, voice more urgent. Arthur’s head snapped up as the door started rattling from his father’s attempts to open it. The lock was strong, but so was his father. “Arthur, open this door right now!”
“In a minute!” he shouted.
He jumped when the door went BANG.
His father was trying to kick the door down.
He doubled his speed, dropping the lid to the floor, following suit as he tried to collect all the bloody feathers, gasping at the next BANG, and he had to clean up, fast, lies already forming in his mind as he stood up, cursing as his shaking hands dropped the feathers.
With a last, almighty BANG, the door burst open, and Arthur felt he could collapse sobbing (he didn’t, only barely) as he whirled around to see his father tumble in, urgent and with paternal fear in his eyes.
The expression turned to one of shock, as Uther stared from the box of knives, to the bloody feathers on the ground…
…to the sight of Arthur’s back in the mirror, covered in streaks of red as blood dripped down towards the floor from the wing stubs protruding from his back.
“I’m sorry,” Arthur sobbed, as his father stared wide-eyed a variety of emotions flitting through his eyes at the sight of his son being one of…one…of…one of them. “I’m so sorry, Dad, please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry…”
“Oh, Arthur,” Uther whispered in horror. “Not you. Not you, too.”
Yes, him. Him, too.
~*~
Next Chapter >>
Master Post
~*~
A/N: OMG I survived semester finals! \o/
Remember, comments are ♥!
Chapter: 0.2 - Angel Blood
Rating: R
Summary: X-Men AU: For many downtrodden mutants, rejected throughout a lifetime of unwelcome blood dictating their lives, Camelot Academy is not just a school - it's a home. But something dark is brewing, and Camelot is no longer as safe as it appears.
Word Count: 750
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Merlin, Gwen, Lancelot, Morgana, Gwaine
Story Warnings/Content: violence (including scientific experimentation), sex (including references to forced intoxication and non-con), character deaths, self-harm, mentions of prostitution, torture
Chapter Warnings/Content: self-harm (child),
Beta: none for this chapter
Notes: Short and
Chapter 0: Prologue
Part 1: Angel Blood
<< Previous Chapter
~*~
“Mutantism is an illness like any other, which has developed a huge cultural impact because of its side effects in those afflicted-”
Inside of the bathroom of a luxurious penthouse flat in London, was a little boy who knew this very, very well.
“-and so it is the duty of those who can study and research this gene, this illness, to do so, and-”
He locked the door behind him, and set the box on the counter.
The little boy, barely a dozen years old, if that, lifted the box to reveal the set of knives inside, along with other razors, blades, and other sharp things he knew he was not supposed to have.
Gulping in fear and determination, he pulled off his shirt, and stood bare-chested before the mirror. Reaching into the box, he pulled out the biggest knife there was. The blade was the length of his arm, never mind the handle, but it was what would work.
He curved his arm over his back.
And a moment later, cried out, his arm jerking up as the blade dug into his flesh, just above…above…
He lowered his arm and moved the knife again.
“-we must cure these sick, truly and deeply sick, people-”
He gasped and whimpered in pain as he cut open his shoulder again, and again, and again, crossing over each other. He could feel blood trickling down his back.
He trembled, and tried to feel encouraged as another bloodied feather fell to the floor.
“-erase their genetic abominations by returning their genes to a healthy, human state-”
Pendragons were not weak.
Pendragons did not cry.
And most of all, Pendragons were not mutants.
Keeping that in mind, he aimed the knife towards the…the…the things protruding out of his back, and pushed down again.
He fought back the scream. Barely.
But he still counted that victory.
“-and we will one day have a complete cure to eliminate mutantism from the human race at large.”
The knife tip sank into one of the things and a sob was ripped from his mouth as it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, hurt, hurt hurt hurthurthurt-
“Arthur?”
He cried out in muffled shock, hiccupping and gasping through the tears.
Dad wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour!
He looked up at the clock, and realized it was an hour later.
“Arthur, are you all right?” Uther asked through the door. His voice was worried. Arthur knew his father’s voice would be different if he knew, and he knew he had to hide. “The maid says you’ve been in here for over an hour.”
“I’m-m fine, Dad!” Arthur yelled waveringly, cursing the pain leaking into his voice. “Really!”
“You don’t sound fine,” Uther called out. “Open this door.”
“In a minute!” he shouted frantically. He dropped the knife into the box of blades and razors and other sharp things he’d collected and cursed the rattling sound in made.
“What was that?” Uther asked, voice more urgent. Arthur’s head snapped up as the door started rattling from his father’s attempts to open it. The lock was strong, but so was his father. “Arthur, open this door right now!”
“In a minute!” he shouted.
He jumped when the door went BANG.
His father was trying to kick the door down.
He doubled his speed, dropping the lid to the floor, following suit as he tried to collect all the bloody feathers, gasping at the next BANG, and he had to clean up, fast, lies already forming in his mind as he stood up, cursing as his shaking hands dropped the feathers.
With a last, almighty BANG, the door burst open, and Arthur felt he could collapse sobbing (he didn’t, only barely) as he whirled around to see his father tumble in, urgent and with paternal fear in his eyes.
The expression turned to one of shock, as Uther stared from the box of knives, to the bloody feathers on the ground…
…to the sight of Arthur’s back in the mirror, covered in streaks of red as blood dripped down towards the floor from the wing stubs protruding from his back.
“I’m sorry,” Arthur sobbed, as his father stared wide-eyed a variety of emotions flitting through his eyes at the sight of his son being one of…one…of…one of them. “I’m so sorry, Dad, please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry…”
“Oh, Arthur,” Uther whispered in horror. “Not you. Not you, too.”
Yes, him. Him, too.
Next Chapter >>
Master Post
~*~
A/N: OMG I survived semester finals! \o/
Remember, comments are ♥!
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Date: 2011-02-12 02:01 pm (UTC)this story has been delightful to read so far, can't wait for more~
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Date: 2011-02-12 05:39 pm (UTC)Congrats on surviving your finals too ;)
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Date: 2011-02-12 07:25 pm (UTC)Loving this, and I cant wait for more! xx
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Date: 2011-02-12 11:03 pm (UTC)I hope he doesnt suffer too much *hugs him*
*coughs*
*hides*
I'm glad you like it! :D
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Date: 2011-02-13 08:56 am (UTC)Take it from someone who knows.:(I'm glad that I did a good job with a difficult scene. Thank you for commenting, and I hope you enjoy future chapters just as much!
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Date: 2011-02-13 01:55 am (UTC)I love Merlin/X-Men crossovers like woah, and this is great so far! :D Looking forward to your continuation.
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Date: 2011-02-13 03:47 am (UTC)And I can't wait to read more of this fic, Arthur as Angel... ÖÖ Yummy!
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Date: 2011-03-03 04:55 pm (UTC)Poor Arthur. It's so terrible that he hurt himself because he didn't want to disappoint his father. :(
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