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Missed Me 4a/?
Date: 2014-12-15 05:43 am (UTC)Kate’s teasing lilt echoes in his apartment, clashing chaotically with Pepper’s frantic pleas—pleas with Herman to let her out, with God to calm her heart, for Freddie to be safe.
Herman tears at his hair as he stares up into the focused lens of the security camera, feeling light-headed as the piercing wails of his wife needle through his ears.
“Repeat: Herman Gomez, fat cock extraordinaire, report to the Reactor level for a chat!”
There is a mechanical click and a hiss as their apartment door opens, spilling Pepper into the empty hallway. Herman turns just in time to see Pepper fleeing, running through the halls, throwing herself bodily at the locked doors like a frightened animal.
“Pepper!” Herman yells after her. She’s gone, cowering somewhere at the end of the dark hall.
He doesn’t hesitate when the door beside him opens with an ominous creak of gears.
Herman follows the trail laid before him by Kate: doors unlocked magically and locked quickly behind him. He feels like a rat in her experiment, following the sound of her teasing commands, running down the tunnels that she pushes him through.
She must be in the Overseer’s office, has to be, and Herman wonders if there would be any way to reach her, to end this. How could he cheat her, though—he knows that she is watching him, can see the camera’s following his every move.
The next door that opens leads him into the Filter room, where Stanley’s dead body is sprawled across the floor.
“Draw your pistol, Officer!” Her delighted squeal sends his heart shuddering.
Herman whips around, heart aching from the panic, expecting her to be there with him. She isn’t, however—she’s still speaking to him through the intercom.
He does as he’s told while moving slowly over towards Stanley, looking around the room cautiously before crouching to examine the bullet-hole gouging a grotesque, leaking hole where his eye once was.
“God damn it…” Herman sighs, his pistol shaking audibly in his hands, and fights to calm his jumping heart. Jesus, I can barely breathe…
…
But then… he can’t really… think.
Herman let’s himself relax into a sitting position, not caring that Stanley’s blood soaks into his vault-suit, simply reveling in the strangely lulling throb in his brain, in the overwhelming light-headedness that makes his eyes roll back into his head.
“Hey Manny.” Her whisper is warm and moist in his ear, her lips hot against his cheekbone. “How’re you doin’?”
“I… I feel… ugh.” He lets his head loll back against her thin shoulder, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her hand ghosting over his groin. “Ah… I can’t really… concentrate…”
“I know, Mister, I know.” She makes her voice high and child-like, causing him to laugh a bit deliriously. “Why don’t you let me handcuff you to these bars, hm? That might make you feel better.”
“What? Oh… um…” Herman is dragged with some effort towards the railing that Kate speaks of. She is handcuffing him to it before he can answer. That’s...okay with him, actually. “Sure, Katie… I trust you.”
He smiles dreamily as she leans down to kiss him—truly kiss him, with hungry lips and a warm tongue—with her hands sliding up the arms that are bound above his head. Katie hasn’t kissed him in a long time, not like this… He’s missed it, missed… her.
Kate pulls away, steps over his sprawled legs and wanders past him and out of sight.
Missed Me 4b/4
Date: 2014-12-15 05:52 am (UTC)“Katie?” He whines, blinking at the bright light that blossoms in his eyes. He blinks again, harder, and looks down at his unzipped jumpsuit. How…?
Herman tries to sit up, yanking painfully at the handcuffs that bind his wrists. He is suddenly painfully aware of everything around him—despite the horrid, piercing ringing in his ears. “Kate!”
“Boy do I love that toy! It’s mesmerizing, isn’t it?” She is standing beside him, the suddenness of the realization making him gasp in fright at the sight of her. “Never fails me, Manny, I’ll tell you that much.”
“Wh—…what?” How did she handcuff him? What… what toy? “What’d you do to me?”
Kate tsks under her breath before she moves to stand with each leg on either side of his hips, lowering herself until she is pressed flush against his groin. She frowns, looks down to where she is pressed tightly against his hips, and looks up into his largely dilated eyes.
“What? Getting a limper dick with the older you get?” She begins to rock down into him slowly and patiently, and though she is hot against him and her thighs are powerful around his hips, he begins to feel nauseous and itchy with panic. “Or is that my toy fucking with your reaction time?”
He knows what she will do to him, knows that she will force this upon him and that he cannot fight back—not with the strange, tingly dead weight in the back of his skull and his bound hands that begin to grow numb.
“I thought… I thought you were different.” He presses his eyes closed tight and swallows heavily as she begins to pant above him, begins to grind herself earnestly down onto his pathetic, unwanted erection. He does not want this.
He does not want this.
“Oh please,” She whispers, pausing momentarily—mercifully—in her writhing to lean down over him, pressing kisses along his neck. Her voice rings out in a sing-song taunt. “You missed me. Missed this.”
He bucks suddenly, violently, and brings one knee up in a jarring kick to her spine. This jolts her body forward, her breast-bone knocking hard into his nose and sending his head banging loudly against the metal barring behind him.
“Ow, fuck!” She growls through gnashed teeth, arching her back in an experimental stretch and wincing as she does so. Is that pain behind that grimace? Or surprise? He doubts she truly feels either, so heartless and disgusting she is.
In a flash of hands too fast for him to comprehend, Kate’s choking him, squeezing his throat so strongly that he can hear little crackling pops in his eyes and temples.
She leans down over him to whisper in his ear once more, voice disturbingly child-like. “You pull that again and I’ll break your legs, Mister.”
Herman feels as if his eyes will pop out of his skull from the intense power with which she strangles him, his fingers writhing and clawing at mid-air above his head as he nods—barely manages to, really.
In the time that it takes for Herman to nearly lose consciousness—her strength holding his head down to the ground, cheekbone grating into the metal floor—Kate has his penis out of his jumpsuit and her own baggy, ragged pants pushed down over her hips.
“Only a semi for me, Manny?” She pouts as she lightens her grip around his neck, allowing him a gasp of air. “I thought you liked little girls like me, hm?”
Tears fall from Herman’s eyes, but he doesn’t think Kate notices—or, at least, she must assume it’s from the pain. Kate doesn’t deserve to know that he cries for her, cries over what she has done to him—what he got himself into in a moment of weakness years ago.
Missed Me 4c/4
Date: 2014-12-15 06:01 am (UTC)He realizes, upon the feel of her around him once again, that she must be aroused by this—by the pain and terror she has incited in him. With the next gasp of breath she allows him he only manages to choke out a sob of horror.
Kate begins to let out little sounds, the sounds he used to love—used to covet in the privacy of his mind; he manages to catch a small whisper of ‘you missed me’ as she leans down to bite at his jugular. Though it is hissed against his skin like a childish accusation—something he was not meant to hear.
“Missed me! MISSED ME!” She suddenly screams in his face, livid and shaking with the intensity of the hate in her eyes. She releases his throat finally, watching him gasp and choke greedily on the air that rushes through his lungs. She leans down to snarl disgustedly in his ear. “This serves you right—for fucking little girls…”
Herman can’t control his breathing, can’t calm down enough for the overwhelming, buzzing light-headedness to pass safely; he is spiraling into some sort of attack, he knows—maybe even a heart attack—but he cannot calm down! She is screaming and screaming at him, slapping and scratching at his face with all the anger she’s hidden from him since returning.
Is this because of Butch? Or maybe her father’s death? She cannot hate Herman so deeply that she would do this—can she?
His ejaculation springs up upon the both of them with no warning, though it is not something to be enjoyed or to derive a guilty euphoria from—it is something shriveled and defeated, something that sucks the life from his muscles and the lights from his eyes. He did not want it, he did not.
God, I didn’t want this.
Kate pauses as her weak, monotonous orgasm flushes through her womb, disappointing after all the effort she had put into it—though the thickness of Manny still inside her manages to give her hips a cheap shiver. Her muscles begin to burn from her previous fervor.
Her limbs wilt as she settles; the sick, rotting fury in her chest begins to cool back down to an aching simmer. She leans down to catch her breath against Herman’s slow rising chest—he is out cold, she knows, but that doesn’t sting with dissatisfaction as much as she thought it would.
Kate’s taken what she deserved rightfully, and he won’t live to mourn over his loss, so she doesn’t require anything more from him.
Missed Me 4d/4 (end)
Date: 2014-12-15 06:09 am (UTC)Just in time, too, for a heated, crackling explosion bursts to her right. A bit of metal splinters from a burst pipe and catches raggedly on her arm—despite her dodge.
In a moment of something pesky and dangerous—perhaps sentimentality? Pity?—Kate pauses in her escape, grimacing against the blinding light of the next explosion that collapses the chamber beside the filter room. She looks down to Herman, mouth lying charmingly slack and his face, marred by her fingernails, facing up towards the weakening fluorescents.
She smiles down at him, kicking her boot at Herman’s limp right leg—the material of which has darkened to a deep, bloody maroon, maybe from a bit of metal that she dodged. Not fatal, she could tell from where she stood. He still has a chance.
It was a quick, thoughtless thing to unlock the cuffs around Manny’s wrists, even as the vital organs of the Vault—her Vault—began to fail and die around her in bursts of sparks and shrill keens of collapsing metal foundations.
It was silly, too. Herman Gomez would die here: he wouldn’t leave his family to perish, no matter what the direness of the situation.
Didn’t matter now. Kate would survive this, but the Vault? They would not.
So Kate did not spare him a last, final glance as she turned from her Vault and fled in the wake of its destruction. She let Manny die there, let Amata and Freddie die there—Ellen, too.
She did not look back for them, either.
It was done.
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Wow so I'm a twat. I had written the ending for this story quite some time ago, but neglected to post it. So for that, to those of you who read this story loyally and were disappointed, I'm very sorry. Here is the last of it, though not necessarily the last of Kate. Thank you for the support and feedback, this ultra-flaky A!A is unworthy and grateful.
P.S. Also a big shout-out to Fiona Apple's Criminal for inspiring the first installment, and The Dresden Dolls' Missed Me for inspiring this downer of a sequel.
Re: Missed Me 4d/4 (end)
Date: 2015-05-07 01:32 pm (UTC)this has to be one of the best fills i've ever read and i'm surprised no one commented on that grand finale
your characters feel so alive and original, i just need to read more fics with kate right now
also thank you for introducing me to that great song from the dresden dolls!
Re: Missed Me 4d/4 (end)
Date: 2015-06-23 06:31 am (UTC)HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME HURT THIS WAY, YOU INCREDIBLE WRITER FOR MAKING ME FEEL THIS WAY ABOUT FICTIONAL FUCKING CHARACTERS I AM NOT OKAY AND NEITHER IS THIS
{Becomes a puddle of emotion}