Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The second to last pure, yet not quite so sane, human ❯ Chapter 2
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Mad Maxx Coyote 
Shows a glaring difference between Max and Gabriel.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Horror / Psychological / Sci-fi | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.01.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Shows a glaring difference between Max and Gabriel.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Horror / Psychological / Sci-fi | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.01.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer. All Last pure human stuff belongs to TwistedHilarity, I’m not trying to steal anything. Gabriel however is mine.
A dull grunt pushed past Gabriel’s lips as he crashed into the wall, he hadn’t totally been sure what to expect as the giant cat man caught a hold of him, but having being hurled right into a cold ass hard as fuck stone wall, only to have gravity assert itself and drive him into the ground well….he could guess where this was going….
Drawing himself shakily up on his hands and knees Gabe barely had time to even try to ready himself as a very solid, very large foot soccer kicked him right in the gut, the impact was such that he found himself rising up into the air again, before gravity decided to say hello once more and brought him crashing down.
“I really feel that this…cough….is…ahem….rather unnecessary….and I feel a draft in here….maybe you could turn up the heat?” Gabriel mumbled as he started to rise, only for the back of his head to be met with a sledgehammer blow that had the world deciding it would much rather be dark.
As fuzzy color began to bleed back into the world Gabriel noticed three things.
1. That little excursion had done nothing to help the pain in his head.
2. Someone was still in the room with him.
3. His privates felt really fucking cold.
Stirring only slightly Gabriel came to the realization that he was completely naked. Had he been naked before? He had been cold….but he thought he had clothing on….so either someone had taken his clothing off.
Or the giant cat had hit him so hard it had actually blown the pants right off of him.
Or he had been naked the whole time.
He wasn’t sure which one of those options he was more comfortable with.
“*This is bullshit! I shouldn’t be here…I’m not getting paid enough for this…I don’t know what Shovak had planned for this….thing, but as soon as we see an opening we can all leave….hmmm now what shall I do to pass the time? That small bottom does look nice and tight…*” A deep rumbling voice muttered. Well Gabe didn’t understand what was just said….but he didn’t like the way it sounded. Still feigning unconsciousness Gabe spotted a jagged piece of metal about six and a half inches long jutting out of the wall underneath some kind of bench that he was already half under. It was only held on by a tight part of it and reaching over he found that he was able to bend it back and forth a bit….if he could just get it free….
The next thing he knew there were a set of very large hands on his very cold ass. Oh come on….rape? Working his wrist back and forth even harder Gabe felt the metal that held his savior weaken even as it cut into his hand.
And here he thought he had discouraged any attempts at anyone examining his inner depths via the brail method after he had beaten one of the doctors into a bloody pulp and left him in the boiler. Boy it had been a while before they had found him…..
The smell had been quiet atrocious.
He had come in while Gabriel had been sleeping and straddled his face, rubbing his naked member all over Gabe’s face, the pervert had been counting on the sedative he had given Gabe earlier to keep him docile. Idiot….
“Remember if you don’t swallow you wont get better!” he had said.
Yeah cause 50 year old man cum was totally the cure to surgical modification of the body and brain…..
Old bastard had deserved every second of his pain….and he never did get this disgusting dick into Gabe’s mouth. Course he’d also had to take care of the guy’s brother who had made the whole thing possible, Gabe had found him in one of the offices, he had always wondered if you could kill someone with a phone receiver…..well the damn thing had broke seven face whacks into it but so he had taken to wrapping the cord around the guys neck and dragging him around the room till his feet stopped kicking.
Not insane by the way.
Course then there had been that nut ball in the showers that day, he too had tried to make a move, and by move one meant hit Gabriel in the stomach and then jump behind him…..yeah that had been annoying, so Gabe had done the only sensible thing, he broke the shower head against his face, pinned him to the floor, suck the hose in his mouth, held his nose close and drowned him. It had been interesting to watch his eyes, feel the body struggling under him but it was probably the muffled, gargling pleading that had cracked him up the most. Everyone had pretty much gotten the hint after that.
Totally not insane by the way.
Now what was he doing again? Suddenly he could feel his cheeks being spread and something…whoa…big and hard rubbing along his crack.
Oh yeah….the rape-age…..
Grunting Gabriel snapped away the jagged hunk of metal, carefully hiding it within his palm he spun around, only to have one of the biggest cocks he had ever seen staring him right in the face. Well….that was not….ok no fucking way was that going in him.
“**If you know what’s good for you you’ll-ooooh..**” The giant started before Gabe nuzzled the scary manhood in front of him, this looks like a job for subterfuge! Carefully Gabe maneuvered his hard-gotten weapon behind his back, getting a good grip upon it. Slowly he ran his tongue up his would be violator’s cock, from base to tip. The giant man groaned…. “**Going to be good for me huh? Well then I might take it easy on you…**” His lips pressed against the tip, the tip that was oozing a holy crap load of precum…guess the guy hadn’t got any for a while, Gabe looked up at him, the giant cat groaning as their eyes met. That’s right big boy, look at how hot Gabriel is….
“Such a stupid kitty..” Gabriel spoke against the weeping dick before he whipped his arm around and drove the sharp metal right into the big cat’s groin. The man cried out and Gabe leaped to his feet, darting around behind him, blood began to spurt everywhere as Gabriel plunged the chuck of metal right into the area where the kidneys should have been on a human, over and over until the giant dropped to his knees, his lower back a bloody red ruin. Grabbing the cats ears Gabe pulled his head back, looking right into the cat man’s pained, fearful eyes and then drove his weapon right into his throat… repeatedly. The cat tried to scream but all that came out was a wet gurgle before the light began to fade from his eyes.
Pushing the large man away the floor shook slightly as he landed with a thunk, blood pooling around him. Wiping the slippery clear fluid from his lips Gabriel looked down on the cat.
“Gotta buy me dinner first bitch….” Gabe growled.
Ok first things first….need to find some clothing…pants would be SO great right about now….and then something a little deadlier the his chuck of metal, it had served well but whatever type of metal it was, it was totally crap, it had already begun to bend in from the force of his blows….soon it wouldn’t even have an edge.
Carefully Gabriel made his way out of the room, leaving the still bleeding corpse to drain. Looking up and down the hallway Gabe was please not to see anyone but still….where the hell was he? He clearly remember being loaded on the shuttle….and he remembered falling asleep in his pod, as itchy and uncomfortable as it was…and then waking up here….and getting his ass kicked.
Speaking of which his head was screaming like it had the 101 Strings Orchestra playing a full concert within it, his ribs hurt like hell….not broken, but he was willing to bet they were bruised. His eyes blurred and he blinked rapidly to clear them, normally he might have wiped them but there was the whole….hands covered in blood thing to worry about. It was a good thing he was used to feeling like shit…..
Cautiously he began to make his way down the hall….where their more big ass kitty men? If so where the hell had they come from? He remembered talk about trying to bio-engineer soldiers to fight and he himself had thought about trying to splice animal genes in with human genes to try and increase the human bodies capabilities….
“I swear to God if someone has been stealing my ideas I am sooo suing…” Gabe muttered. The big man had…kinda looked human and he bled like he was supposed to, but what was that language? It sounded like a fucked up Portuguese. Damn it! He wasn’t good with languages really…he could only speak three…and he somehow doubted he’d find a Japanese or Russian person around here anywhere.
Turning a corner Gabriel almost shouted out in happiness as he found something familiar….a large steel trunk, just laying in a small dead in corner, slightly rusted and looking as if it had just been tossed there. Making his way up to it he was able to use the metal chunk to pry it open, however as the lock popped his weapon snapped, so he certainly hoped he found something worthwhile in there….
Or he was likely to be as screwed as a whore in the red light district.
Digging through it Gabriel was pleased to find an old, faded pair of jeans that he quickly slid on….and a straightjacket….oh joy. Well he needed some kind of cover didn’t he? Bringing the oversized sleeves to his lips Gabe dug his teeth into the fabric, which tasted like shit, and was able to tear a hole in it, after that it was easy to tear away the excess material. Quickly he strapped it onto himself, his hands jutting out of the normal sized sleeves. Digging through the trunk he was disappointed to find very little of any worth. But his heart froze as he found a small metal box with his name one it written in Dr. Green’s immaculate handwriting. With his hands trembling he opened the box, his heart stopping for a moment when his eyes took in the sight of its contents.
His locket.
His beautiful sliver locket, with the four left clover inside of the ultra hard glass that was imbedded in the center of his most prized possession.
“Bless you Dr. Green….” Gabriel whispered, slowly he opened it, gazing on the face of the one he had loved.
“Oh Michael….”
Gabriel hadn’t known what to think when a small, thin waist, orange haired boy had been thrown into his cell that day four years ago, he had been on guard that’s for sure…..the last thing he needed as some little lithe boy pulling his eyes out or something. But the second his eyes had met the soft green orbs of the boy, his heart had melted. He had remembered noticing the tiger lily tattoo on the boy’s back and had asked him about it. The boy immediately answered, in a very light breathy tone, that his name was Michael Lilan but everyone called him Tiger lily, hence the tattoo on his back. Gabriel had grinned and replied. “Ash Lilium lancifolium a species of lily native to eastern Guam, in China, Korea and Japan. It is one of several species of lily to which the common name Tiger lily is applied, and the species most widely known.” Michael had just looked at him and asked him if he thought he was some kind of smart guy. “Genius actually.” Gabe had told him.
Over the next few weeks he had gotten to know Michael, who he had always and would always refused to call -Mike-. The first thing he had learned was that Michael was extremely, utterly, flamboyantly gay. Michael claimed to have been a bartender and a DJ and said he had no idea how he had gotten here. “I’m scared and I want to go home.” He had whimpered. Gabriel hadn’t known why…but he had latched on to the boy, who was 19, Gabe would always remember that considering how many times he had called him a boy despite their closeness in age, only to be scolded and told that he was NINTEEN, he had taken in upon himself to look after Michael, protecting him from the crazies and the guards. Gabe remembered quite clearly the first time one of the other’s had tried to rape Michael…..Gabriel had sliced the man’s belly open and had started to stuff his own guts down his throat before the man had died.
He couldn’t stand to see Michael hurt….and slowly….oh so slowly he had began to fall in love.
He had always been attractive, with his long, thick black hair, he had taken to streaking his bangs since he was 14, red, green, blue, pink, purple. Whatever color he felt in the mood for. He had a nice body, worked out and all that jazz, broad shoulders, with a slim waist for his size, rounded hips and killer ass if he did say so himself, coupled with long legs that some people joked seemed to go on forever. He could dance, he could smooth talk. His tendency towards the gothic style of dress had always had people joking that he was some kind of modern day mad scientist given his profession of working with chemicals and virus and the like. He hated lab wear, he was much more into chains and spikes, leather and lace, straps and fingerless gloves.
He was hot and he fucking knew it.
But he had always had trouble keeping a girlfriend, usually for one simple reason, well other then his tendency to be a bit of a wordy know-it-all. -He was fucking smart damn it! And he refused to dumb himself down to make someone else feel better-
The fact of the matter was….as silly as it always sounded….the problem came down to sex. It wasn’t that he couldn’t perform or was bad in bed or anything. No it was something….much sillier.
He was big, and it wasn’t just his length, no he had to be thick too….
At the time he couldn’t believe it, million’s of men around the world agonizing that they were to small and he was being told he was to big. Well not as gentle as that actually, more then once the clothes had come off, the girl had taken one look at him and said. “No fucking way.” It had been funny the first time but it ceased being funny the third and forth time. It didn’t take long before it had gotten all over his college campus either, people making fun of him, calling him Frankenstein, telling exaggerated stories of his grotesquely large sex. It had been the dumbest thing he had ever suffer though. Granted for some girls it was a turn on, but they didn’t want to date him or anything, they treated him more like a sex toy, just push and button and watch it go!
So to that end…he had discovered boys. Mmmm indeed he had. The gay men he had become friends with had been much more….accepting. Sure they made jokes, but it wasn’t malicious. He remember one time they had all gotten together and challenged each other to a bet, whoever could take it the farthest into their mouth would get two hundred dollars. He had laughed and told them to keep him out of their perversions.
God he missed them….
About the only time it had ever come in handy was once when he had been accused of raping a girl, total bullshit, she had been pissed that he wouldn’t bail her out on her chem. reports so she decided to make him pay or some stupid crap like that. When the police had come to question him, he had politely inquired about the state of her womanhood, when asked why he asked he had just dropped his pants. The male cop had whistled and his female partner winced. They had left and the case had been strangely dismissed.
Fancy that….
More to the point…on day Michael had asked him if he knew how to make a fluid to make things ‘slick’ “You’re a chem. guy right? Can you whip something up?” Michael had asked. He had said that he could and when he asked why Michael had simply replied. “Cause I need some, trust me on this.” So he had been able to snatch some things from a few of the labs and gone to work. He had used a shampoo bottle to hold the stuff and when Michael had returned to their cell he had asked if Gabe had done it, so he had given him the bottle, his Tiger Lily had dipped his fingers in it, rubbed it around on his finger tips a little then a wickedly sinful smile and purred “Perfect.” The next Gabriel had known was Michael straddling him with his tongue thrusting down his throat. Their mouths had been all over each other, hot and wet, biting and sucking at any flesh they could get to. But then Michael had worked his pants off….and Gabe had froze. Michael just looked at him, lightly playing his fingertips along him. All those old fears, the rejections had come back, but Michael just got an impressed look on his face, whistled and said “Daayyyaamm baby….what have you been eating?” and then tried to swallow him down whole. He couldn’t do it, but he had gotten damn close. It had felt soooo good, like slick heated velvet wrapped around him.
He had returned the favor, wringing every last drop of pleasure he could out of the boy with his lips, working over him until Michael had shuddered and pulled his head up, demanding that he stop, that he wanted to cum with Gabriel inside of him. It had been the sexiest thing Gabe had ever heard, he took a full twenty minutes to prep his Tiger Lily, but Michael had demanded he stop and hurry and get in him. He had never been so nervous, so excited in his entire life.
He hadn’t been able to seat himself fully within Michael, despite the boys demands that he just push in it, he didn’t want to hurt him, so begun to thrust…he could still taste Michael’s sweat on his lips, hear his cries, he could still see Michaels head whip back as he screamed out Gabriel’s name and came. It had been GLORIOUS, and even though they were locked away, terrorized and tested upon, forced to run mazes, forced…..to do things a person should never have to do. They had been able to take comfort in each other.
But one day Courtman had decided to take Michael away from him.
That had been a mistake.
Gabriel had taken to killing anyone who got near him after Michael had been taken away, doctors, nurses, guards, other prisoners, it didn’t matter how much they tied him down, how much drugs they pumped into him, he still got them anyway….he wanted his Michael back.
Finally after the oh…what was it…20th or 25th person Courtman had relented and his Tiger Lily had been brought back to him. Michael had looked tired and abused….but his face had lit up once he saw Gabriel, his perfect teeth exposed in that perfect smile of his.
Gabriel shivered as he remembered his lover, a smile gracing his lips as he remembered how….flexible Michael could be. He remembered their last night together, how Michael had climbed on top of him, ridden him until he screamed, he also remembered how he had to keep Michael from trying to take all of him….the damn boy was so determined!
In their afterglow bliss Michael had whispered that he had an escape plan and that he was going to rig it so all the cell doors would open and Gabriel could escape and that they should meet at a nearby mall, it would be safer with all the people there Michael rationalized. Gabe had tried to convince him to let him go with him, he was so worried something would happen to Michael. But the orange haired boy had merely smiled and told him he would be fine before he leaned over and kissed him goodbye.
Hours later the guards came through the halls…dragging a bloody bullet ridden Michael by the legs behind him, Gabe had been so horrified he couldn’t even scream. He had shoved his arm out through the bars and had managed to grab Michael’s arm and pull him closer, The boy was still faintly breathing, blood was leaking out of his chest and belly, but he had smiled when he saw Gabriel, smiled and pulled himself up and they had shared one last kiss through the bars before Michael had collapsed, a wet cough spilling out of his throat…but Gabe had heard Michael’s last words.
“I love you Gabriel.”
Then the guards had dragged his dead lover away and Gabriel had screamed then, screamed till his throat was raw, screamed about all the horrors he was going to visit upon them.
And that night….Michael came through, the lights had flashed out and the cell doors opened. Grinning Gabriel had stepped out, a feral grin on his face, he knew Michael would want him to run, to get away….but he couldn’t….they had to pay.
And so he had started to kill.
And kill.
And kill.
Till the floors and walls ran red with blood and viscera.
One hundred twenty five staff members.
One hundred twenty three bodies.
Only two had survived.
The first was Dr. Courtman, Gabe had found him in his office, frantically trying to call for help, Gabriel had caught him, beat him all around the room, punched him until his hands had started to ache. Then he had found a letter opener, and started to drive it into Courtman’s body, the good doctor had screamed so sweetly as mutilated his privates, gouged out both of his eye’s and hurled him out of a third story window.
Yeah Courtman had ended up surviving, but he was blind, sexually impotent, crippled and couldn’t speak clearly. Gabriel hoped he enjoyed his retirement.
The last to survive had been Dr. Green and only because she had something from Michael to give to him, it had been she who had helped him with his plan. She told him how Michael had made it out, making it to the nearby mall, Michael had called the police, telling them that they had to get to the “Hospital” about the horrors going on in there. Then his Tiger Lily had waited for him, the slick bastard had stolen a locket and had gone to a one of those photo machines to take a picture to put in it….and that’s when the hospital mercs had found him, Michael had tried to get away…and they shot him….they filled his precious baby full of holes…tearing his beautiful body to shreds. As they had dragged him back Michael had been able to hand the locket off to Dr. Green, the “help” Michael had called had been paid off by the hospital big wigs….
And so he had let Dr. Green live, but he had one request for her before he tried to leave….he asked if it was possible to use the hospital’s equipment to put an image on someone, she said she could…and he had asked for a tattoo.
And that’s how he got it, the Tiger Lilly one his face, a thorny vine ran up his throat, over his check and across his nose, even though Lilies didn’t have thorns, Michaels did. “Cause I’m tougher then I look!” He had once said. Then the Lilly itself bloomed above his left eye, so anytime he looked in the mirror, anytime someone looked at him. They could see Michael….
Gabriel closed the locket, tears running from his eyes as he slipped the chain over his head, its solid weight on his neck made him ache. He continued to dig through the trunk…and then he found it, a battle ready case…nearly indestructible and when he opened it up he grinned. All sorts of chemical delights lay in their respective containers, containers build not to break, after all it wouldn’t do to have them break out on the field now would it?
“Epinephrine, endorphin, amphetamine oh my! potassium chloride, hydrogen cyanide, Neurotoxins, Necrotoxins, Hemotoxins ooooh dear. Nitric acid, aqua regia oh goody, goody gum drop.” Gabriel whispered. Well he could make his headache go away…that’s for sure. He also had enough various poisons to kill half of New York…..he so loved finding nice toys. Strapping the case onto his back Gabe looked around for a more useable weapon….at least until he could better explore the case. However he didn’t see anything.
“Hmmm…might have to get a little creative Batman…” Gabriel said out loud. Michael and Max would have got along great…..Max….could big brother be here somewhere? It was possible he supposed….and if so he had to try to find him, especially if there were more of these big cats lumbering around. Sure Max could defend himself, but these guys were huge! And Max didn’t have….the same…..talents Gabriel did.
Slowly making his way back around the corner Gabe groaned as he saw yet another Giant kitty man down the hall, who instantly spotted him.
“**Hey! What are you…..where is Kinta? He’s supposed to be watching you!**” The massive cat roared. Just as Gabriel prepared to run, prepared to hide. Stick to the shadows, come out from behind, that was how to do it, his eyes landed on a small reflective surface on the wall and he caught sight of the Tiger Lilly on his face, slowly Gabriel traced his fingers around the edge of it….
“Michael…my baby…my Tiger Lilly….” Gabriel sobbed, he turned and glared at the cat man. “You….you work for them don’t you! They made you or something! YOU TOOK MICHAEL AWAY FROM ME!!” He screamed as he charged towards the cat man, who was apparently very shocked that he would do so, judging from the look on his bid stupid face. “BITCH! I’LL MAKE YOU SHAKE AND SUFFER!!’
A few feet before Gabe reached the cat man, the big boy took a step forward but Gabriel leaped up into the air, driving both knees into its chest, The impact sent them both backwards.
And out a window.
With his knee’s still on the cat man’s chest Gabe pulled his head up and laid a solid shot into its face, breaking its nose. He let out a loud triumphant cry….before he looked down.
Oh dear…
They were very high up.
Well now…didn’t he feel stupid….geez Michael couldn’t you have warned me?
Shrugging Gabe held on tighter to the kitty man, hoping that might help this…oh four or five story fall. It was then he remember an old movie and grinned.
Dr. Gabriel. Or how I learned to stop worrying and probably fall to my death.
Eat your heart out Dr. Strangelove.
Well either he was going to land and start searching for Max if he could, or he was going to land and meet Michael at the pearly gates so his Lilly could call him a idiot. Both sounded good.
Whipping his arm around like a cowboy Gabriel leaned his head back and shouted into the night.
A dull grunt pushed past Gabriel’s lips as he crashed into the wall, he hadn’t totally been sure what to expect as the giant cat man caught a hold of him, but having being hurled right into a cold ass hard as fuck stone wall, only to have gravity assert itself and drive him into the ground well….he could guess where this was going….
Drawing himself shakily up on his hands and knees Gabe barely had time to even try to ready himself as a very solid, very large foot soccer kicked him right in the gut, the impact was such that he found himself rising up into the air again, before gravity decided to say hello once more and brought him crashing down.
“I really feel that this…cough….is…ahem….rather unnecessary….and I feel a draft in here….maybe you could turn up the heat?” Gabriel mumbled as he started to rise, only for the back of his head to be met with a sledgehammer blow that had the world deciding it would much rather be dark.
As fuzzy color began to bleed back into the world Gabriel noticed three things.
1. That little excursion had done nothing to help the pain in his head.
2. Someone was still in the room with him.
3. His privates felt really fucking cold.
Stirring only slightly Gabriel came to the realization that he was completely naked. Had he been naked before? He had been cold….but he thought he had clothing on….so either someone had taken his clothing off.
Or the giant cat had hit him so hard it had actually blown the pants right off of him.
Or he had been naked the whole time.
He wasn’t sure which one of those options he was more comfortable with.
“*This is bullshit! I shouldn’t be here…I’m not getting paid enough for this…I don’t know what Shovak had planned for this….thing, but as soon as we see an opening we can all leave….hmmm now what shall I do to pass the time? That small bottom does look nice and tight…*” A deep rumbling voice muttered. Well Gabe didn’t understand what was just said….but he didn’t like the way it sounded. Still feigning unconsciousness Gabe spotted a jagged piece of metal about six and a half inches long jutting out of the wall underneath some kind of bench that he was already half under. It was only held on by a tight part of it and reaching over he found that he was able to bend it back and forth a bit….if he could just get it free….
The next thing he knew there were a set of very large hands on his very cold ass. Oh come on….rape? Working his wrist back and forth even harder Gabe felt the metal that held his savior weaken even as it cut into his hand.
And here he thought he had discouraged any attempts at anyone examining his inner depths via the brail method after he had beaten one of the doctors into a bloody pulp and left him in the boiler. Boy it had been a while before they had found him…..
The smell had been quiet atrocious.
He had come in while Gabriel had been sleeping and straddled his face, rubbing his naked member all over Gabe’s face, the pervert had been counting on the sedative he had given Gabe earlier to keep him docile. Idiot….
“Remember if you don’t swallow you wont get better!” he had said.
Yeah cause 50 year old man cum was totally the cure to surgical modification of the body and brain…..
Old bastard had deserved every second of his pain….and he never did get this disgusting dick into Gabe’s mouth. Course he’d also had to take care of the guy’s brother who had made the whole thing possible, Gabe had found him in one of the offices, he had always wondered if you could kill someone with a phone receiver…..well the damn thing had broke seven face whacks into it but so he had taken to wrapping the cord around the guys neck and dragging him around the room till his feet stopped kicking.
Not insane by the way.
Course then there had been that nut ball in the showers that day, he too had tried to make a move, and by move one meant hit Gabriel in the stomach and then jump behind him…..yeah that had been annoying, so Gabe had done the only sensible thing, he broke the shower head against his face, pinned him to the floor, suck the hose in his mouth, held his nose close and drowned him. It had been interesting to watch his eyes, feel the body struggling under him but it was probably the muffled, gargling pleading that had cracked him up the most. Everyone had pretty much gotten the hint after that.
Totally not insane by the way.
Now what was he doing again? Suddenly he could feel his cheeks being spread and something…whoa…big and hard rubbing along his crack.
Oh yeah….the rape-age…..
Grunting Gabriel snapped away the jagged hunk of metal, carefully hiding it within his palm he spun around, only to have one of the biggest cocks he had ever seen staring him right in the face. Well….that was not….ok no fucking way was that going in him.
“**If you know what’s good for you you’ll-ooooh..**” The giant started before Gabe nuzzled the scary manhood in front of him, this looks like a job for subterfuge! Carefully Gabe maneuvered his hard-gotten weapon behind his back, getting a good grip upon it. Slowly he ran his tongue up his would be violator’s cock, from base to tip. The giant man groaned…. “**Going to be good for me huh? Well then I might take it easy on you…**” His lips pressed against the tip, the tip that was oozing a holy crap load of precum…guess the guy hadn’t got any for a while, Gabe looked up at him, the giant cat groaning as their eyes met. That’s right big boy, look at how hot Gabriel is….
“Such a stupid kitty..” Gabriel spoke against the weeping dick before he whipped his arm around and drove the sharp metal right into the big cat’s groin. The man cried out and Gabe leaped to his feet, darting around behind him, blood began to spurt everywhere as Gabriel plunged the chuck of metal right into the area where the kidneys should have been on a human, over and over until the giant dropped to his knees, his lower back a bloody red ruin. Grabbing the cats ears Gabe pulled his head back, looking right into the cat man’s pained, fearful eyes and then drove his weapon right into his throat… repeatedly. The cat tried to scream but all that came out was a wet gurgle before the light began to fade from his eyes.
Pushing the large man away the floor shook slightly as he landed with a thunk, blood pooling around him. Wiping the slippery clear fluid from his lips Gabriel looked down on the cat.
“Gotta buy me dinner first bitch….” Gabe growled.
Ok first things first….need to find some clothing…pants would be SO great right about now….and then something a little deadlier the his chuck of metal, it had served well but whatever type of metal it was, it was totally crap, it had already begun to bend in from the force of his blows….soon it wouldn’t even have an edge.
Carefully Gabriel made his way out of the room, leaving the still bleeding corpse to drain. Looking up and down the hallway Gabe was please not to see anyone but still….where the hell was he? He clearly remember being loaded on the shuttle….and he remembered falling asleep in his pod, as itchy and uncomfortable as it was…and then waking up here….and getting his ass kicked.
Speaking of which his head was screaming like it had the 101 Strings Orchestra playing a full concert within it, his ribs hurt like hell….not broken, but he was willing to bet they were bruised. His eyes blurred and he blinked rapidly to clear them, normally he might have wiped them but there was the whole….hands covered in blood thing to worry about. It was a good thing he was used to feeling like shit…..
Cautiously he began to make his way down the hall….where their more big ass kitty men? If so where the hell had they come from? He remembered talk about trying to bio-engineer soldiers to fight and he himself had thought about trying to splice animal genes in with human genes to try and increase the human bodies capabilities….
“I swear to God if someone has been stealing my ideas I am sooo suing…” Gabe muttered. The big man had…kinda looked human and he bled like he was supposed to, but what was that language? It sounded like a fucked up Portuguese. Damn it! He wasn’t good with languages really…he could only speak three…and he somehow doubted he’d find a Japanese or Russian person around here anywhere.
Turning a corner Gabriel almost shouted out in happiness as he found something familiar….a large steel trunk, just laying in a small dead in corner, slightly rusted and looking as if it had just been tossed there. Making his way up to it he was able to use the metal chunk to pry it open, however as the lock popped his weapon snapped, so he certainly hoped he found something worthwhile in there….
Or he was likely to be as screwed as a whore in the red light district.
Digging through it Gabriel was pleased to find an old, faded pair of jeans that he quickly slid on….and a straightjacket….oh joy. Well he needed some kind of cover didn’t he? Bringing the oversized sleeves to his lips Gabe dug his teeth into the fabric, which tasted like shit, and was able to tear a hole in it, after that it was easy to tear away the excess material. Quickly he strapped it onto himself, his hands jutting out of the normal sized sleeves. Digging through the trunk he was disappointed to find very little of any worth. But his heart froze as he found a small metal box with his name one it written in Dr. Green’s immaculate handwriting. With his hands trembling he opened the box, his heart stopping for a moment when his eyes took in the sight of its contents.
His locket.
His beautiful sliver locket, with the four left clover inside of the ultra hard glass that was imbedded in the center of his most prized possession.
“Bless you Dr. Green….” Gabriel whispered, slowly he opened it, gazing on the face of the one he had loved.
“Oh Michael….”
Gabriel hadn’t known what to think when a small, thin waist, orange haired boy had been thrown into his cell that day four years ago, he had been on guard that’s for sure…..the last thing he needed as some little lithe boy pulling his eyes out or something. But the second his eyes had met the soft green orbs of the boy, his heart had melted. He had remembered noticing the tiger lily tattoo on the boy’s back and had asked him about it. The boy immediately answered, in a very light breathy tone, that his name was Michael Lilan but everyone called him Tiger lily, hence the tattoo on his back. Gabriel had grinned and replied. “Ash Lilium lancifolium a species of lily native to eastern Guam, in China, Korea and Japan. It is one of several species of lily to which the common name Tiger lily is applied, and the species most widely known.” Michael had just looked at him and asked him if he thought he was some kind of smart guy. “Genius actually.” Gabe had told him.
Over the next few weeks he had gotten to know Michael, who he had always and would always refused to call -Mike-. The first thing he had learned was that Michael was extremely, utterly, flamboyantly gay. Michael claimed to have been a bartender and a DJ and said he had no idea how he had gotten here. “I’m scared and I want to go home.” He had whimpered. Gabriel hadn’t known why…but he had latched on to the boy, who was 19, Gabe would always remember that considering how many times he had called him a boy despite their closeness in age, only to be scolded and told that he was NINTEEN, he had taken in upon himself to look after Michael, protecting him from the crazies and the guards. Gabe remembered quite clearly the first time one of the other’s had tried to rape Michael…..Gabriel had sliced the man’s belly open and had started to stuff his own guts down his throat before the man had died.
He couldn’t stand to see Michael hurt….and slowly….oh so slowly he had began to fall in love.
He had always been attractive, with his long, thick black hair, he had taken to streaking his bangs since he was 14, red, green, blue, pink, purple. Whatever color he felt in the mood for. He had a nice body, worked out and all that jazz, broad shoulders, with a slim waist for his size, rounded hips and killer ass if he did say so himself, coupled with long legs that some people joked seemed to go on forever. He could dance, he could smooth talk. His tendency towards the gothic style of dress had always had people joking that he was some kind of modern day mad scientist given his profession of working with chemicals and virus and the like. He hated lab wear, he was much more into chains and spikes, leather and lace, straps and fingerless gloves.
He was hot and he fucking knew it.
But he had always had trouble keeping a girlfriend, usually for one simple reason, well other then his tendency to be a bit of a wordy know-it-all. -He was fucking smart damn it! And he refused to dumb himself down to make someone else feel better-
The fact of the matter was….as silly as it always sounded….the problem came down to sex. It wasn’t that he couldn’t perform or was bad in bed or anything. No it was something….much sillier.
He was big, and it wasn’t just his length, no he had to be thick too….
At the time he couldn’t believe it, million’s of men around the world agonizing that they were to small and he was being told he was to big. Well not as gentle as that actually, more then once the clothes had come off, the girl had taken one look at him and said. “No fucking way.” It had been funny the first time but it ceased being funny the third and forth time. It didn’t take long before it had gotten all over his college campus either, people making fun of him, calling him Frankenstein, telling exaggerated stories of his grotesquely large sex. It had been the dumbest thing he had ever suffer though. Granted for some girls it was a turn on, but they didn’t want to date him or anything, they treated him more like a sex toy, just push and button and watch it go!
So to that end…he had discovered boys. Mmmm indeed he had. The gay men he had become friends with had been much more….accepting. Sure they made jokes, but it wasn’t malicious. He remember one time they had all gotten together and challenged each other to a bet, whoever could take it the farthest into their mouth would get two hundred dollars. He had laughed and told them to keep him out of their perversions.
God he missed them….
About the only time it had ever come in handy was once when he had been accused of raping a girl, total bullshit, she had been pissed that he wouldn’t bail her out on her chem. reports so she decided to make him pay or some stupid crap like that. When the police had come to question him, he had politely inquired about the state of her womanhood, when asked why he asked he had just dropped his pants. The male cop had whistled and his female partner winced. They had left and the case had been strangely dismissed.
Fancy that….
More to the point…on day Michael had asked him if he knew how to make a fluid to make things ‘slick’ “You’re a chem. guy right? Can you whip something up?” Michael had asked. He had said that he could and when he asked why Michael had simply replied. “Cause I need some, trust me on this.” So he had been able to snatch some things from a few of the labs and gone to work. He had used a shampoo bottle to hold the stuff and when Michael had returned to their cell he had asked if Gabe had done it, so he had given him the bottle, his Tiger Lily had dipped his fingers in it, rubbed it around on his finger tips a little then a wickedly sinful smile and purred “Perfect.” The next Gabriel had known was Michael straddling him with his tongue thrusting down his throat. Their mouths had been all over each other, hot and wet, biting and sucking at any flesh they could get to. But then Michael had worked his pants off….and Gabe had froze. Michael just looked at him, lightly playing his fingertips along him. All those old fears, the rejections had come back, but Michael just got an impressed look on his face, whistled and said “Daayyyaamm baby….what have you been eating?” and then tried to swallow him down whole. He couldn’t do it, but he had gotten damn close. It had felt soooo good, like slick heated velvet wrapped around him.
He had returned the favor, wringing every last drop of pleasure he could out of the boy with his lips, working over him until Michael had shuddered and pulled his head up, demanding that he stop, that he wanted to cum with Gabriel inside of him. It had been the sexiest thing Gabe had ever heard, he took a full twenty minutes to prep his Tiger Lily, but Michael had demanded he stop and hurry and get in him. He had never been so nervous, so excited in his entire life.
He hadn’t been able to seat himself fully within Michael, despite the boys demands that he just push in it, he didn’t want to hurt him, so begun to thrust…he could still taste Michael’s sweat on his lips, hear his cries, he could still see Michaels head whip back as he screamed out Gabriel’s name and came. It had been GLORIOUS, and even though they were locked away, terrorized and tested upon, forced to run mazes, forced…..to do things a person should never have to do. They had been able to take comfort in each other.
But one day Courtman had decided to take Michael away from him.
That had been a mistake.
Gabriel had taken to killing anyone who got near him after Michael had been taken away, doctors, nurses, guards, other prisoners, it didn’t matter how much they tied him down, how much drugs they pumped into him, he still got them anyway….he wanted his Michael back.
Finally after the oh…what was it…20th or 25th person Courtman had relented and his Tiger Lily had been brought back to him. Michael had looked tired and abused….but his face had lit up once he saw Gabriel, his perfect teeth exposed in that perfect smile of his.
Gabriel shivered as he remembered his lover, a smile gracing his lips as he remembered how….flexible Michael could be. He remembered their last night together, how Michael had climbed on top of him, ridden him until he screamed, he also remembered how he had to keep Michael from trying to take all of him….the damn boy was so determined!
In their afterglow bliss Michael had whispered that he had an escape plan and that he was going to rig it so all the cell doors would open and Gabriel could escape and that they should meet at a nearby mall, it would be safer with all the people there Michael rationalized. Gabe had tried to convince him to let him go with him, he was so worried something would happen to Michael. But the orange haired boy had merely smiled and told him he would be fine before he leaned over and kissed him goodbye.
Hours later the guards came through the halls…dragging a bloody bullet ridden Michael by the legs behind him, Gabe had been so horrified he couldn’t even scream. He had shoved his arm out through the bars and had managed to grab Michael’s arm and pull him closer, The boy was still faintly breathing, blood was leaking out of his chest and belly, but he had smiled when he saw Gabriel, smiled and pulled himself up and they had shared one last kiss through the bars before Michael had collapsed, a wet cough spilling out of his throat…but Gabe had heard Michael’s last words.
“I love you Gabriel.”
Then the guards had dragged his dead lover away and Gabriel had screamed then, screamed till his throat was raw, screamed about all the horrors he was going to visit upon them.
And that night….Michael came through, the lights had flashed out and the cell doors opened. Grinning Gabriel had stepped out, a feral grin on his face, he knew Michael would want him to run, to get away….but he couldn’t….they had to pay.
And so he had started to kill.
And kill.
And kill.
Till the floors and walls ran red with blood and viscera.
One hundred twenty five staff members.
One hundred twenty three bodies.
Only two had survived.
The first was Dr. Courtman, Gabe had found him in his office, frantically trying to call for help, Gabriel had caught him, beat him all around the room, punched him until his hands had started to ache. Then he had found a letter opener, and started to drive it into Courtman’s body, the good doctor had screamed so sweetly as mutilated his privates, gouged out both of his eye’s and hurled him out of a third story window.
Yeah Courtman had ended up surviving, but he was blind, sexually impotent, crippled and couldn’t speak clearly. Gabriel hoped he enjoyed his retirement.
The last to survive had been Dr. Green and only because she had something from Michael to give to him, it had been she who had helped him with his plan. She told him how Michael had made it out, making it to the nearby mall, Michael had called the police, telling them that they had to get to the “Hospital” about the horrors going on in there. Then his Tiger Lily had waited for him, the slick bastard had stolen a locket and had gone to a one of those photo machines to take a picture to put in it….and that’s when the hospital mercs had found him, Michael had tried to get away…and they shot him….they filled his precious baby full of holes…tearing his beautiful body to shreds. As they had dragged him back Michael had been able to hand the locket off to Dr. Green, the “help” Michael had called had been paid off by the hospital big wigs….
And so he had let Dr. Green live, but he had one request for her before he tried to leave….he asked if it was possible to use the hospital’s equipment to put an image on someone, she said she could…and he had asked for a tattoo.
And that’s how he got it, the Tiger Lilly one his face, a thorny vine ran up his throat, over his check and across his nose, even though Lilies didn’t have thorns, Michaels did. “Cause I’m tougher then I look!” He had once said. Then the Lilly itself bloomed above his left eye, so anytime he looked in the mirror, anytime someone looked at him. They could see Michael….
Gabriel closed the locket, tears running from his eyes as he slipped the chain over his head, its solid weight on his neck made him ache. He continued to dig through the trunk…and then he found it, a battle ready case…nearly indestructible and when he opened it up he grinned. All sorts of chemical delights lay in their respective containers, containers build not to break, after all it wouldn’t do to have them break out on the field now would it?
“Epinephrine, endorphin, amphetamine oh my! potassium chloride, hydrogen cyanide, Neurotoxins, Necrotoxins, Hemotoxins ooooh dear. Nitric acid, aqua regia oh goody, goody gum drop.” Gabriel whispered. Well he could make his headache go away…that’s for sure. He also had enough various poisons to kill half of New York…..he so loved finding nice toys. Strapping the case onto his back Gabe looked around for a more useable weapon….at least until he could better explore the case. However he didn’t see anything.
“Hmmm…might have to get a little creative Batman…” Gabriel said out loud. Michael and Max would have got along great…..Max….could big brother be here somewhere? It was possible he supposed….and if so he had to try to find him, especially if there were more of these big cats lumbering around. Sure Max could defend himself, but these guys were huge! And Max didn’t have….the same…..talents Gabriel did.
Slowly making his way back around the corner Gabe groaned as he saw yet another Giant kitty man down the hall, who instantly spotted him.
“**Hey! What are you…..where is Kinta? He’s supposed to be watching you!**” The massive cat roared. Just as Gabriel prepared to run, prepared to hide. Stick to the shadows, come out from behind, that was how to do it, his eyes landed on a small reflective surface on the wall and he caught sight of the Tiger Lilly on his face, slowly Gabriel traced his fingers around the edge of it….
“Michael…my baby…my Tiger Lilly….” Gabriel sobbed, he turned and glared at the cat man. “You….you work for them don’t you! They made you or something! YOU TOOK MICHAEL AWAY FROM ME!!” He screamed as he charged towards the cat man, who was apparently very shocked that he would do so, judging from the look on his bid stupid face. “BITCH! I’LL MAKE YOU SHAKE AND SUFFER!!’
A few feet before Gabe reached the cat man, the big boy took a step forward but Gabriel leaped up into the air, driving both knees into its chest, The impact sent them both backwards.
And out a window.
With his knee’s still on the cat man’s chest Gabe pulled his head up and laid a solid shot into its face, breaking its nose. He let out a loud triumphant cry….before he looked down.
Oh dear…
They were very high up.
Well now…didn’t he feel stupid….geez Michael couldn’t you have warned me?
Shrugging Gabe held on tighter to the kitty man, hoping that might help this…oh four or five story fall. It was then he remember an old movie and grinned.
Dr. Gabriel. Or how I learned to stop worrying and probably fall to my death.
Eat your heart out Dr. Strangelove.
Well either he was going to land and start searching for Max if he could, or he was going to land and meet Michael at the pearly gates so his Lilly could call him a idiot. Both sounded good.
Whipping his arm around like a cowboy Gabriel leaned his head back and shouted into the night.
"YEEEHAAAWWWW!!!!"