Trapped in Darkness 8
> 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.
" What do you have there?" Cecilia asked as she saw Black
Thunder coming through the door, carrying a naked and very bruised white
" Do what you can," Black Thunder said as he lay the man on a
medical bed in the mutants hospital wing where he had taken the man.
" I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker," Cecilia complained but
still went from the young boy in the other bed to go check on the man
Black Thunder had just carried in. Cecilia was a tall black woman, she
too wearing the collar as Black Thunder did. Before all this had
happened she had been a doctor and when Black Thunder had found her in
all the confusion he had suggested that she worked as a doctor for the
mutant slaves, arguing that a dead slave wasn't worth anything. Cecilia
had to work with used and old equipment and never enough medicine and
she often had to lose her patients over things which could have been
cured had they been allowed to come in time and had she had decent
equipment. She began looking at Scott's wounds on his torso. There were
marks from beatings and burn wounds from cigarettes. When she had first
come here she had been shocked at the cruelty of her captors but now
nothing shocked her. She had several times been asked to keep captured
run away mutant slaves alive for interrogation so they could be alive
until they reviled who had helped them and how. She had wanted to refuse
but the alternative had scared her too much. She had been there and
never wanted to feel that pain again. Besides she was a doctor. She
couldn't refuse to help them either even if she knew she had patched
them up so they could be tortured again. She remembered once when Black
Thunder had come to her while she had fought to save the life of a young
woman who had been tortured for hours which wasn't an easy thing to do.
Without a word he had walked to the machine keeping the woman alive and
turned it off. As she had tried to go to her and try and save her but
Black Thunder had blocked her way; holding her back. She had cursed him
then, cursed his calm voice as he had told her it was for the best. When
later she discovered the fate all her "saved" patients got she
had understood his reasons even if she didn't agree with them. In his
opinion life without hope was no life at all. He and all the others may
be slaves but they
on of life; some more than others. The mutants she had been told to
patch together had not been alive. They were already dead as soon as
they had been caught.
" I know you can do this," Black Thunder said and helped her
tend to the man's wounds and turned him over so she could treat his
back. She looked at the angry red welts, the dried blood and the already
" This is barbaric," Cecilia said angrily as she put some
healing ointment on his bruised back and made a bandage for him.
" I have seen worse," Black Thunder commented tonelessly as he
worked mechanically with her. Cecilia cast him stolen glances. She had
known him for almost three years now yet she still knew as little about
him as when they had first met. She was sure that deep inside he was a
good man but she couldn't figure out why he worked with their captures.
He was a man who was very hard to get to know. The slaves whispered
about him, some good but mostly bad. After all; he was to most a traitor
to his own kind. He was a highly placed errand boy for the Captain. That
and a very skilled assassin. She had heard rumours about him. That he
was the one the captain sent out if he wanted someone eliminated, slave
or guard alike. Oh, yes, it wasn't just the slaves who were controlled
with an iron fist.
" How soon till he is able to work?" Black Thunder asked much
later as the man was bandaged and now slept in the hospital bed.
" Three days," after years of practise and due punishment the
lie rolled easily off her tongue. If he were to be at his best she
actually wanted to keep him in the hospital for weeks but she knew that
" I can give you till tomorrow but that's all and then he's to be
ready when I come for him," Black Thunder turned to go.
" Wait. Who is he?" Cecilia asked curiously. She had never
seen him before. He was actually beautiful. At least he had been. She
hoped the wounds wouldn't scar too badly, especially the one he had in
" ...The leader of the X-men," the answer was long in coming
and he turned to leave again.
" Don't he have a name?" Cecilia asked and couldn't keep a
hint of amusement out of her voice.
" To me; no. A name means you cast emotions and ties. That will
only destroy you. Never do that, Doctor. Never, " Black Thunder's
voice was as even as ever but Cecilia could have sworn she heard a hint
of sadness in it.
" Then why did you save him? And he's even white!" Cecilia
asked after him. It wasn't that she had anything against whites but all
their guards were white as well as all the leaders of Genosha. It could
be hard to separate the hate for one's captives and all whites in
general. Sure, a fair share of the mutants here were white but
still..she also knew of Black Thunder's .if not hate then distaste in
whites. Especially white males. She didn't know what demons he had and
what role white males had played in it but she was sure it hadn't been
Santa Claus. She too, had had it difficult even before she had been
brought here. She had been black and then a woman and yet still she had
fought to get into and stay at medical school. She had felt the
prejustice even if it hadn't been spoken out loud. When she had been
working at the hospital, how many times had white males not
automatically assumed that she was the nurse and not the doctor?
Especially if she had a white, male nurse or doctor with her they would
turn to him and not her. Then when it had been discovered she was a
mutant..everything had fallen apart. She wasn't even a powerful
mutant. She could make protective force shields around herself and
others but that was all. The trussing and turning of her newest patient
brought her thoughts back to the present and she returned to his
bedside. She increased his sensitive and he fell into a peaceful sleep.
She knew that when he was away from her care he'll have pain and he'll
remember. Nightmares and traumas would develop. As long as she could
help it she wanted to prevent that even if it meant him being
unconsciousness for the most part. But then around here, unconsciousness
or dead were the only two ways to forget pain and the world for a while.
Cecilia took a small flashlight and looked at the man's eyes. Since
Black Thunder had brought him in unconscious, she hadn't seen them
before. One eye looked alright but she saw a red light glitter in the
back of his eye from time to time and she was sure that this man's
mutant power had something to do with his eyes. She looked at his right
eye which was swollen and forced shut by dried blood. She forced the eye
open and lid into it. She almost dropped the flashlight in shock as she
saw his right eye stare unblinking back at her. It seemed as if a small,
sharp and very warm object had been stuck into his eye. He had been
blinded on his right eye! Anger and compassion filled her mind. Anger
towards this man's tormentors and compassion towards her patient. She
knew both feelings were dangerous and Black Thunder would warn her
against them but she couldn't help it. This man didn't deserve this. No
one deserved this. She wanted to sit by his bedside as if that would
somehow help him but a scream from the other end of the hospital room
filled with beds told her that she had new patients yet again. With a
last look at the man in the bed, bandages covering his abused body, she
turned to resume her never ending work.