Very much NSFW fic continued from yesterday:
Fracture Twenty-Nine: Adventures
Bluebelle was getting bored. Oma, Opa and the rest of the family had had to go home. All the crying in the world couldn’t make them stay, not that she hadn’t tried. She’d cried so hard she’d made herself ill for a whole day.
Doctor Hank gave her a yucky drink so her head wouldn’t hurt, but he also gave her hugs, so that was okay.
But there was *still* nobody here but a bunch of adults. Doing adult things and telling her to play.
But there was no-one to play *with*.
Everyone had gone to school.
Except the adults, who were all busy.
Bluebelle found her surgical mask and put it on. Then she put on her hologram. She could see the school where Daddy went from the top of the Institute. All she had to do was keep going in that direction and she could find Daddy.
He always talked about which classes he kept falling asleep in. So school *had* to be boring. But he was never bored with *her* around.
Bluebelle climbed the fence and, making sure no-one saw her, clambered down the other side.
*That* way was the school.
She set off.
*
It was a long walk in the sun.
Bluebelle kept to the shady side of the street and kept going. Daddy would be proud of her, she was sure. It was a brave thing to go out all by herself. And even braver to go to a place full of strangers.
Of course, it sort of helped knowing that Mistress was all locked up by the Law. The hearing had said no parole. That meant that she’d be locked up all the time.
Bluebelle felt a whole lot safer knowing that Mistress couldn’t come hunting her.
That, and the little dolly Oma had made helped a lot. It was just like her, and Daddy told her to leave it at home if she ever went out. Bluebelle called her Hubches.
She stopped at a light, staring at the school across the way. There weren’t any crossing guards, but there were buttons. She inspected them. One had an arrow pointing her way and the words “press to walk” on it. Bluebelle shrugged and pressed it.
Nothing happened.
She tried again. And again. And *again*. And finally the lights changed and they told her she could walk.
Bluebelle skipped. She’d made it work. All by herself.
Daddy would be pleased.
*
“Now *that’s* gotta be a new one, yo,” said Todd.
“What?” asked Tabby.
“First time I ever saw a kid sneakin’ *into* school.”
She followed his pointing digit to the little kid in the “HEY, I'M VISIBLE” ensemble.
“Who dressed her?” asked Pietro. “The Maquis de Sade or Ray Charles?”
“Who?” said Lance.
Todd rolled his eyes. “The blind guy in _Blues Brothers_, yo. Don't you *ever* study the classics, man?”
“Wanna say ‘hello’?” Fred suggested.
“Meh,” Tabby shrugged. “I ain’t got nothin’ better to do. Let’s hit it.”
*
So many strangers.
Bluebelle’s heart pounded, and she sought the relative security of some trees. This place was *big*. Daddy had never said it was *big*… he just said it was boring.
She couldn’t see a single person she knew. Not even Jamie, and there were always a few of him around *somewhere*.
Bluebelle dodged from tree to tree, desperately seeking someone familiar. Maybe she should go back. Go home.
This place was scary.
“Hey there, cutie,” said someone right behind her.
Bluebelle turned with a little shriek. Strangers! She backed right up against the tree.
There was a blonde girl. A big one, a green one, a thin one and one that smelled bad. Like those burned-up wormy things left in the gutters. Like Mistress in a bad mood.
Tree bark pressed into her spine.
“No need to be scared, sweet stuff,” said the blonde. “We don’t bite.”
“Not out of the sack, anyway,” said the bad-smelling one.
Bluebelle’s eyes bugged. He talked just like Mistress did about people!
“*LA*-ance!” The blonde hit bad-smell. “Shut *up*.”
The big one dropped into a crouch. “Don’t mind them,” he said. “They were just born rude. My name’s Fred. What’s yours?”
All Bluebelle could manage was a frightened whimper.
“By the way,” said the thin one. “Who picked your clothes for you? Stevie Wonder?”
“Yo, shut it, Quickie,” said the green one. “You’re scarin’ her. Ooo… butterfly…”
Bluebelle looked. “Schones hubches,” she whispered.
{Snap!} it was gone, and the green one was chewing and licking his lips.
“Mmmm, mmm. *Love* those butterflies…”
They were *mean*!
Her vision blurred and another whimper escaped her throat and she tried to back through the tree.
“You shouldn'a done that, *Toad*,” growled the big one. “If you make her cry, I’m gonna *pound* ya.”
“Wuh oh…” the green one ducked behind a tree. “I didn’t mean nothin’, yo. I just can’t help myself, y'know. Don'tcry, don'tcry, don'tcry, pleasefortheloveofGod, don'tcry…”
The blonde one was getting closer. So was the thin one and bad-smell.
“Shh, shh,” whispered the blonde. “It’s okay. The butterfly just went to heaven, see?”
“You lost?” said bad-smell. “You lookin’ for someone? A big brother?”
Bluebelle tried to edge away from them, but they were all around her. She raised her arms instinctively to stop herself from getting hit. Her first tear slid down her face.
“Hey,” soothed the thin one. “Hey. You don’t have to do that… We're okay.” He moved his hand towards her wrist.
She couldn’t let him touch her! That was as dangerous as Mistress! Bluebelle did the bravest thing she’d ever done in her whole life. She took a deep breath and screamed at the top of her lungs.
“DAAADDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!”
*
The Brotherhood, as one mutant, had all found trees to hide behind.
“Jesus H. Christ,” said Tabby.
“*Whoah*,” said Todd.
“Kid’s got some pipes,” said Fred.
“Fucking *shit*,” said Lance.
“It’s *always* the quiet ones,” said Pietro. “My sister was just like that. All whispers one minute and the next - nuclear.”
The little kid had crumpled to the ground and was crying her eyes out, occasionally managing to repeat, “I wan’ my Daddy…” in between sobs.
The rest of the campus was galvinised. Everyone had frozen in the middle of whatever they were doing. The only things still moving were the chickens given out last week for Sex Ed.
Mrs Crankshaw hadn’t given any of them one on the grounds that they'd try to eat it, or use it in some prank. She was probably right. So instead of a chicken, they had to keep a journal on the care and maintenance of Todd.
As far as they could tell, he was enjoying the attention.
“All right,” said the one person who’d decided to move, A-class jerk, Duncan Matthews. “Which one of you assholes hurt the kid?”
“Ididn'tdoanything,” said Todd, who was halfway up his tree of choice. "I was just mindin’ my business, yo. It’s *Pietro* who decided to touch her.“
"I didn’t even touch her,” said Pietro. “I was trying to be nice and she just *screamed*. Honest!”
“I’ll pound you later,” said Matthews. He knelt on the ground near the girl. His voice instantly gentled. “Hey, there, sweetheart… It’s okay now. Those bad people won’t hurt you. It’s okay.”
{gasp gasp} “…i wan’ my daddy…”
“It’s okay, now, sweetheart. We’ll find your Daddy. Is he here?”
Nod. More crying.
“Is he one of the teachers?”
No response.
“Sweetheart? You okay?” He reached out a hand to touch her shoulder.
All the Brotherhood started waving frantically. “Nononono, don'ttouchher!”
“DADDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
Matthews would have broken the world’s record for climbing halfway up a tree if it wasn’t for the fact that he was flying-tackled, thrown up against another one, and then promptly choked with the help of his own shirt.
“What did you do to her?” Kurt demanded. “What did you *do* to her?”
His wrath was slightly spoiled by the chicken that had followed him all the way to his current spot. After a few loud {Peep!}s at the scenery change, it settled down to investigate the food quality of the dirt at Kurt’s feet.
“Nuthin’ I sweartoGod! It was those other scuzzos, I swear! They made her scream first.”
Kurt turned to face them and growled.
The chicken decided to have a dust bath.
“Wedidn'ttouchher! Wedidn'ttouchher!” The Brotherhood did the frantic hand-waving thing again. Hologram or not, Kurt looked pissed off enough to take them all on and win.
“…daddy?”