Title: The Unforgiven
Author: Pari
Email: parisian@spikeluver.com
Rating: DARK FIC!!! NC-17 for extreme violence and language, scenes of rape.
Archiving: Bella, The RoLo Realm, and OroroLogan group.

Summary: One X-Men goes to the brink after losing someone, and begins a domino effect in the lives of another X-Men.

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, just borrowin them. This fic as are all my others are meant to entertain not infringe.

~For and Evil Butterfly, thanks for the motivation~
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“I’m gonna kill ya, ya sonofabitch!” He said as he pounded his fist repeatedly into the bloodied face of the man he gripped by the collar. Both were soaked through by the hurricane like storm that raged around them.

“Stop it, Please stop it!” Came a scream, and the terror in it made the attacker stop mid-swing. He then turned to the pleading, crying woman behind him. “Please, please stop it.” Her cries were now mere whimpers.

“I’m sorry,” The bloody man mumbled through a broken jaw and swollen lip. “I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, yer really are.” The attacker hissed and then let his fist connect to the man’s face again.

~Earlier that night~

“Is this all I get?” The man asked as he warily looked about the darken alleyway that he and his acquaintance had gone down to conceal their actions.

“For what you gave, yeah that’s all you get. Bring more money next time, and you can get more.” The husky bald black man said. “Now get the hell outta here.” Not waiting to be told twice the man hurried from the alley and back to his sports car, just in time to stop two kids from stripping his tires. As soon as he sat behind the wheel, he hastily open the small envelope he had just acquired, sprinkling some of the white power on the back of his hand, and then sniffing deeply, inhaling it. It quickly affected him, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head.

He hadn’t remembered how long he had sat there, passed out. Didn’t recall driving home nor being helped into the house. He hadn’t remembered anything up until this point. His slightly blurred vision cleared, and the dim light of the fire, burning in the heart hurt his eyes.

“You cannot keep doing this to yourself,” A feminine voice spoke softly to him as a cool rag was being wiped across his forehead. He turned his head a bit and forced his sore eyes to focus on the woman sitting in front of him on the floor, and he realized that he had been placed on a couch. “Do you wish to die?” She asked and he notice that she was crying and from the look of her puffy face, had been for some time. “Do you think I could bear that to happen…again?” He smiled at her and reached out and stroked her hair.

“You’re an Angel, “ He slurred as he let his hand fall from her hair to her cheek.

“I love you and it pains me to see you like this.” She said as she leaned into his touch.

“I love you too,” He sighed with a goofy smile and she wrinkled her nose a bit at the fumes he blew out. He moved his hand to the back of her neck, suddenly yanking her forward and covering her mouth with his own. She struggled, putting up and hand to his chest in an attempt to shove him back, but he held a firm grip on her and invaded her mouth with his tongue. After he broke away for air she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, and looked at him with shocked eyes. He tried to pull her in again to another kiss, but she fought harder, pushing him back and slapping him hard across his face. What happened next was a mixture of alcohol, drugs, and sheer instinct, for punched her with full force sending her back hard against the marbled floor.

She lay stunned and her head reeled in a daze, as she wiped her now bleeding mouth and nose. She was in complete shock and the night skies lit up with flashes of lightning.

“God, I…I’m sorry,” He stuttered and he stumbled trying to stand from the chair, falling to the floor near her.

“Stay away,” She hissed, still not believing he had struck her, and after everything she had done to try and help him, after everything they had been through together. She would have never expected such actions from him, not him. He hurriedly crawled to where she still sat on the floor, blood dripping down on her satin white nightgown. He reached out and wiped over her gown.

“I’m sorry, please…”

“Do not touch me!” She said a near scream as a loud boom of thunder filled the quiet night. He instantly closed his hand over her mouth.

“Shhh,” He shushed and she bit into his hand. “Fuck!” He growled and again swung with a bit more force then the last punch and this time he knocked her semi-conscious, as her head hit the cold floor.

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She awoke to a throbbing in her head and a ringing in her ears. Her mouth was dry and she felt a great pressure on her chest and between her thighs. Panic shot her to full awareness, and her tears suddenly fell at the sensations racking her body. She stared up at the ceiling not sure of what to do, if she should move, if she could move. Her mind was as numb as her body; her back ached from being pushed hard against the marbled floor.

He grunted with each thrust, his face buried against her breast, which were bruised from his licking and biting. The smell of his breath and musky body made her nearly gag, and she turned her head away from his. The skies outside were clear, the full moon hung high and not even a breeze could be seen rustling through the trees, as she willed herself calm, shutting off both her mind and body to what was happening. She could tell by his sudden frenzied movements that he was nearing a climax and a new fear tugged at her.

“Don’t,” She croaked out not even recognizing her own voice, which was very dry and hoarse. “Please, not inside me…please.” She pleaded and then sighed in relief when he pulled from her, only to have it replaced with disgust and horror as he now hovered about her, yanking her by her hair. He jerked her face towards him, and invaded her mouth with his thick member, nearly choking her with the unexpected intrusion as well as his size, and seed pouring down her throat. She swallowed having no other choice.

“Ahhhgggr,” He groaned as he emptied himself in her warm mouth, his eyes rolled into his head in pure ecstasy. He released his grip on her, falling back against the rug as she rolled over and threw up. “God that was…Mmm…thanks.” He said winded and she turned to him not believing he had thanked her as if she had wanted it, and had initiated it. She knew that he was still high from whatever drug he had taken, and a part of her pitied him, even still. She pulled down her gown, which had been hiked up over her breast and then gather the tattered panties near her feet. She then crawled to the nearby chair, using it to help her stand, finding the task difficult but finally getting up. She then made her way into the foyer, trying to get to the stairs and up to her room. Just as she gripped the railing the front door came open and she froze in place.

“Hey, what are you still doing up?” A familiar voice spoke to her and though she tried to stop it, her shoulder began to shake and her silent sobs began to over take her. He moved to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, which she jerked away from, stepping back and giving him a full view of her appearance. “What the hell happen to you?” He asked. “Who did this?” He spoke his voice oozing anger at seeing her bloodied and bruised face.

“Jean, darlin…” A voice called out from the den, causing the new arriver to walk in with her close behind fearing what was about to occur. It didn’t take long for the man now standing in the doorway of the den, to figure out what had happened in the room. The man still lay on the floor with his cock hanging out and wet. With a death glare the man standing looked to the woman who stood just behind him, and then back down at the man.

“You motherfucker!” He roared as he leaped onto the half naked man, yanking him up and throwing him across the room.

“No! Stop it please stop it. You will wake the children, please.” She begged as the wind outside pick up, reflecting the emotions raging inside her.

“Fine, we’ll take it outside then.” He said as he yanked up the limp body of the man crumbled in the corner, effortlessly tossing him through the nearby patio doors and out into the now pouring rain. “I’m gonna kill ya, ya sonofabitch!” He said as he pounded his fist repeatedly into the bloodied face of the man he gripped by the collar. Both were soaked through by the hurricane like storm that raged around them.

“Stop it, Please stop it!” Came a scream, and the terror in it made the attacker stop mid-swing. He then turned to the pleading, crying woman behind him. “Please, please stop it.” Her cries were now mere whimpers.

“I’m sorry,” The bloody man mumbled through a broken jaw and swollen lip. “I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, yer really are.” The attacker hissed and then let his fist connect to the man’s face again.

“It is not his fault, he is grieving too,” The woman defended as she now stood between the two men.

“So that excuses him attacking you, and raping you.” The angry man roared, not understanding how she could defend him.

“Please, do not hurt him.” She sobbed now and in a low growl the man swallowed back him anger and then turned and stalked away from the house. After a few seconds a car could be heard speeding away. She was left to try once again to get the unconscious man into the house.

~Morning~

The knocking had been going on for ten minutes and she had hoped that if she didn’t reply, whoever it was would just go away, but no such luck.

“Ororo, I know you’re in there, please let me in.” A male voice called out and she inwardly groaned and covered her head with her blanket. “Either you let me in or I kick in the door.” At hearing this threat she threw back the blanket and slowly made her way from the bed and to the door, cracking it just a bit. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him not after last night and what had happened. She knew it wasn’t her fault yet she still felt ashamed and afraid of how it would affect her life and friendships. With a sigh he reached through the door and titled her chin, making her face him. She stepped back, moving back to the bed and climbing. He accepted the invite, closing the door behind him and warily walking into the room, standing near the bed with his hand buried in his pockets. “How you feeling?”

“Thank the Goddess I did not get a black eye, just a busted lip and I think the swelling shall go down by this afternoon.”

“I’m so sorry, if I had been here..”

“Do not blame yourself, and do not blame him either. He was high off something I do not know what.”

“That don’t make it right, what he did. I wanted to kill him, I went to his room to finish what I started last night, but he’s gone. The coward.”

“Oh Goddess we have to find him. Logan…I am so afraid for him. Since Jean’s death…Scott, he would have never done what he did last night. It is the grief. Now he is drinking and using drugs and I am so afraid that we will get a call saying he was found dead somewhere.”

“You just may, if I ever find him.”

“Logan, please you cannot blame him, I do not. That was not Scott last night; it was the demon inside of him. He cannot forgive himself for what he deems is his fault.”

“Jeannie?” Logan said knowing that’s what she meant. He himself felt at fault for Jean’s death, though logically he knew there was nothing that any of them could have done. “Well last night…what he did…that ‘is’ unforgivable.”

“I already have forgiven him and I just pray he is safe.”

~A week later at the ‘Shady Motel’~

“Damn,” The young man gasped as he lifted his hands to cover his nose.

“Yeah, it can be overwhelming the first time.”

“So…uhm…how long…oh God!” The young man questioned trying to keep his breakfast down as he surveyed the scene of the small room.

“Probably only a few days, a week at the most, but poor ventilation and no air conditioner, that and the fact that this is probably one of the hottest Summer in the history books, it can make them stink up something awful. Poor bastard.” The short chubby man said removing the shades from the corpse to reveal the death stared of nearly white eyes.

“Drug overdose,” The young man said pointing to the arm that still had a needle dangling from it. He then noticed the picture in the dead man’s hand. He took the picture that housed the smiling face of a beautiful green eyed, red haired woman sitting along side the man that now sat dead and decaying in the chair. The young detective flipped the picture over and read the wording. ‘Jean and Scott, x-mas 2002’. “A wife maybe?” He said holding the picture up to his chubby partner. He then flipped it back over to look at it more closely. “The Xavier Institute for gift students.” He read. “It’s a place to start.”

“Yeah let’s go give our condolences.”

THE END?

Chapter 2: Healing

“Hey.” He said as he entered the kitchen and made his way to the refrigerator. He opened and pulled out a beer before walking to the table and taking a seat in front of her. She never looked up, but stared down at her tall glass of lemonade, when she finally looked up at him she smile a little as he gulped back his beer.

“What are you doing up Logan?” She asked now looking back down at her glass. He looked to her placing his half empty bottle of beer on the table.

“Couldn’t sleep, nightmares, you?” He asked leaning back a bit and folding his arms across his chest.

“The same.” She replied letting a frown form, Logan himself frowned at the idea she was still having nightmares.

“Maybe ya should talk ta somebody, it’s been nearly eighteen months…”

“And what I should be over it by now?” She asked looking him directly in the eyes, and he in turned bowed his head a bit in shame. “How does one get over losing a best friend, and in such a way?” She asked and Logan growled a bit in frustration at her references to ‘best friend’. “I know you do not understand how I can refer to him as such, but he was one of my dearest closet friend. And I loved him despite all else.”

“He raped ya.” Logan stated. “Ya can’t even say it can ya?”

“I do not see the point,”

“Ya don’t see the point,” Logan repeated as he threw his head back and let a chuckle escape. “Tha point is that’s what happened an that’s why yer having these nightmares, and they aint gonna go away til ya talk ta somebody about it darlin.”

“I am talking to somebody, “She responded.

“I don’t count.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” He huffed as he stood and made his way back to the fridge, pulling out another beer, before taking his seat again. “I aint qualified fer it,”

“For what to be a friend who listens to another’s problems. Personally Logan I think you are perfectly qualified.”

“Naw I aint, cause if I hear I swear ta God, I’ll go dig tha bastard up and burn what’s left of his corpse.” She wrinkled her noses to the thought. “Sorry but I can’t stand that he hurt ya like that, and I…” he ended his words and took a huge gulp of his beer.

“And you were not there to help me?” She finished. He slowly nodded his head as he stared at her, and then a thought came to her. “Logan, do you think I blame you in some way?” He didn’t answer just lowered his eyes to the table. “I do not as I do not blame Scott for what happened. It was a horrible experience for me to not be in control to be violated in such a way, but it happened though I wish to the Goddess it had not, it did and there is nothing to be done about it now. But do know you were never to blame for it.”

“I blame myself darlin, I saw him after Jean’s death. I saw him spiraling and I knew it would lead ta nothing good, but I left anyway, ignored it.”

“You were dealing with Jean’s death as well.”

“Yeah but I should have helped him, for Jeannie’s sake. She loved him, I get that now.”

“Yes she really did, but in the end that was not Scott, not the Scott we all knew and loved. It was grief I think, at least that is what was driving him. He lost the love of his life, can you imagine what that did to him?”

“Yeah I got a pretty good idea.” Logan said.

“Oh Logan, I am sorry my friend of course you loved her too…”

“It wasn’t Jean, though yeah I loved her, she reminded me of Rose, now ‘she’ was tha love of my life, but she didn’t feel tha same. She was in love with someone else, tha story of my life aint it?” He chuckled and Ororo smiled warmly at him as she reached out and grasped his hand into hers. His smile faded into a serious look as he stared at her hand, stoking it with his calloused fingers. “I killed her,”

“Who?” Ororo asked her brow bunched up in confusion.

“Rose, I killed her. An enemy from my past, our past showed up, we fought she got in the middle…”

SNIKT!

“I am so sorry Logan, but that was not your fault.”

“Naw,” He retracted his blades and looked up at her. “Sure as hell feels like it is.” They sat in silence for a few moments either knowing what to say, and then finally Ororo spoke.

“It is late,” She began, now standing. “I suppose I should try to get some sleep.”

“Yeah,” Logan said agreeing as he too stood, tossing his bottles in the trashcan. “Come on then.” He said holding out his hand to her, which she simply stared at from her spot at the sink, where she had pour her Lemonade.

“Where are ‘we’ going?” She asked as she moved to him, taking his hand as he walked them to the backdoor.

“Out back,”

“I see that but where out back.”

“My secret place, where I go when I can’t sleep. A few moments out there and you’ll be out like a light and snoring.” Ororo arched her brow to that.

“I never snore.” Logan laughed outright as they made their way across he lush grass. “What, I do not snore.” She reaffirmed now giggling herself.

“Fine then ya have a bear sleepin under yer bed then.”

“Goddess surely it is not that bad,”

“Thought ya said ya don’t snore.” He said watching her out the corner of his eyes.

“I do not snore…loudly.” She added and again Logan started laughing. “It is not funny,” She said smacking his arm and laughing a little herself, which stopped when they came to stand in front of a huge willow tree, whose branches hung low to the ground. “This is your secret place, a Willow tree?”

“No,” He answered as he pushed aside some of the branches to reveal a hammock. Ororo’s smile broadened.

“This is where you are when no one can find you?”

“Yup, and now yer tha only one who knows about it, so don’t go telling anybody.”

“I would never, but I hope you do not mind if I come out here once in awhile to hide away.”

“Knock yerself out.”

“So, how do we…”

“Simple,” He moved to the hammock and hopped in it and then beckoned for her. “Now yer on top.” After a moment’s hesitation Ororo moved in closer and let Logan help her into the hammock, nearly on top of him.

“I am not hurting you?”

“Naw, in fact ya need ta eat something darlin, yer light as a feather.” He said jokingly.

“I do eat, Goddess you have seen me eat do I look like I starve myself.”

“Yer right ya can be a pig sometimes.” He said laughing, which earned him a swift elbow to the ribs. “Aww.”

‘This is nice, a very nice hideaway.” She said with a contented sigh.

“Yeah but the scenery aint the best part of it, especially at night, just listen.” They both got quiet and the noises that fill the night soon surrounded them, singing a soothing lullaby. Before long Logan could feel Ororo’s body go limp against his, as her breathing came in slow steady rhythms. He knew she was sleep and he soon followed her.