Trapped in Darkness 7
> This story deals with rape, violence, torture, sex and much
more. I don’t think people under the age of 18 should read
is not my native language. Please forgive me my mistakes.
“X-men” and all the characters here belong to Marvel , 20 Century
Fox and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur fan
fiction, and I make no money of it.
the original idea contained within this work is the property of the
author. Please do not copy this story to any website or archive without
permission of the author.
The song Remy sings in part 6 is “I lay my love on you” by
Westlife and they belong to themselves, Ronan Keating as their manager
and their label company and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of
amateur fan fiction, and I make no money of it.
Disclaimer: The song in
part 29 is “Amazing Grace” by John Newton and I intend no
infringement, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and I make no
money of it.
Timeline: Set after the movie
Universe: Set in the movie universe. Only
the movie NOT the book that goes with it! Contains elements from the
Pairing: Scott/Jean, Logan/Rogue,
Storm/Black Thunder (Original Character) , Xavier/Gabrielle,
Peter/Kitty, Bobby/Jubilee, Remy, others
Summary: As the X-men are captured and
taken as slaves will they survive and at what cost?
Archiving: Want, ASK, take, have.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warning 1: Character death!
Warning 2: This story deals with rape,
violence, torture, sex and much more.
I don’t think people under the age of 18 should read this.
Note: Black Thunder is my own creation but
I was inspired by several X-men.
2: This story has a kind of sequel which is much lighter in tone.
It’s “Christmas Of Tomorrow”
The author of the story “X-MEN: FRIENDS OF HUMANITY” which inspired
me to write this story. I recommend you reading this story at
It is a great story, a classic I would dare to say. Note that it is
novel length, contain a lot of dark material like explicit
sex and very graphic rape and torture scenes, much darker than this one,
it is set in the comic universe and in her story Bobby Drake (Iceman) is
gay. Also it is
unfortunately not finished.
Thanks to Christina for the Beta and Marianne for the read through.
* is telepathically thoughts spoken in the mind. “ mmmmm ”
is spoken out loud.
Black Thunder walked with swift steps down the hallway towards the
Captain's office. He was a man in his mid thirties, his skin a beautiful
copper color and his eyes and hair as black as the darkest reaches of
space. Like most male mutants, he wore only trousers, only his were made
of skin and in a better condition than most and then the collar all
mutants wore on Genosha. The scars on his back, chest, arms and legs
bore evidence to a hard life. He was a strong man and would have been
thought handsome had it not been for the scars on his body and the deep
scar that ran from his left eye to his neck and gave him a somewhat grim
look. He reached the door and entered.
" Captain, I bring news," his voice was spoken almost in a
whisper, monotone and without emotions.
" Let me have it then," the middle aged white man said from
behind his deck. He had just been looking into the X-men matter and
hoped that their leader, the one called Cyclops, would tell him
" The President have decided that no more mutants are to be.
transported from the US to Genosha. The American government are
beginning to ask questions. You are to stop the questioning of the X-men
leader and put him and the others to work," as always Black
Thunder's voice and eyes were emotionless and one who saw the two men
together would never have guessed that they had known each other for
" Is that an order?" the Captain asked, his eyes narrowing as
he looked at the other man.
" From the president, yes."
" Very well then. Go see if you can't patch him up," the
captain reluctantly let go of his chance of finding the other X-men.
Damn, he had been so close but he knew better than to go up against the
leader of Genosha. Black Thunder turned to go.
" Oh, and Michael." he amplified the word, the white name,
human name, given him by his captors but got no reaction from Black
Thunder. The captain nodded silently in satisfaction. A sign of distaste
to the name given him would be a sign of disobedience. ".tell me
when he's back with the others. I have needs for them later. That will
be all," he made a dismissive gesture and Black Thunder existed the
room. He walked again on the hallway until he found the room he was
looking for and went in. The room was totally dark but he soon made out
five persons standing over a body crumbled up in the back corner,
mumbling words of pain as he was kicked and beaten. The men were so
consumed by their interrogation that they didn't notice he had entered.
Black Thunder doubted they would have heard him anyway as they yelled
insults of all kinds at the man in the corner. He had heard all the
insults before and then some yet somewhere deep within, a place in his
soul where light still shone even after it had been tried to be beaten
out of him for years, he cried for the man. Yet his voice and eyes
betrayed nothing as he let the door slam shut.
" Stop this at once," his voice was as always, low but held an
edge of steel with couldn't be denied.
" You have no right to give orders, half-breed," one of the
guards spat and Black Thunder could now see that he and the other guards
were wearing night gobbles to be able to see in the dark cell. He knew
this method to break a prisoner well, and right he should as he had
tried to be on both the receiving and giving end of it. The darkness and
the not knowing were often what broke the prisoners more than the
" Today I have. Orders from the Captain. He is to be released.
Now!" Black Thunder moved closer and his eyes quickly gave him the
full advantage of sight even in the dark room. It was a gift he had
inherited from his mother and her people.
" If the Captain says so." one guard began to back away.
" Don't be stupid. He's lying. His kind always is," another
spat and to prove his point he delivered yet another kick to the man on
" I said." Black Thunder began as he drove closer and with a
quick move and an even quicker fist knocked two guards to the floor and
moved in on the three others. "..you.were.." another guard
fell to the floor before he even had a chance to know what was
happening. "..to.leave.him.alone," as his sentence ended so
did the resistance from the guards as they were now all out cold on the
floor. He knew he had to come up with a damn good explanation as to why
he had hit the guards so quickly but that had to wait. Even if he had to
take punishment for it, it didn't matter. It had been so satisfactory to
see their scared eyes before he knocked them down. What a shame that he
couldn't kill them but the Captain hadn't ordered a termination on
them.yet. He was hopeful as the guards had had more than 24 hours now to
try and get information out of the X-men leader and still stood empty
handed. He would enjoy killing them. However all thoughts of killing
disappeared as he bent towards the man in the corner. With his night
vision he could see that the man was naked and bruised all over. He was
only half conscious and Black Thunder was sure that the only reason why
he hadn't passed out from the pain was because the guards had used a
drug to prevent this. As he reached out a hand towards the man he tried
to crawl more into the corner, his eyes telling Black Thunder that he
wasn't even consciously aware of this action. He drew his hand back and
left to find the antidote to the drug given him. He returned soon after
and again kneeled beside the man. He reached for him but through bruised
and broken lips the man tried to utter a weak "Noo" and draw
back. Black Thunder didn't let him; he grabbed his arm in an iron grip
and put the needle in his vein. The man fought to stay conscious,
probably afraid of what would happen should he fall into unconsciousness
but the drugs left him no choice. His eyes closed and his breathing
" Finally, warrior, at least for a time; you feel no pain,"
Black Thunder whispered as he gently lifted the man up into his arms and
carried him out of the room which still held so many dark memories for
him and sure as hell did for the man in his arms.