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Criminal 8a/8
Date: 2012-09-03 02:03 am (UTC)Just ducked under Andy’s metal arm, eyes darting about the clinic in frantic, very open confusion before jogging past Stanley and into her father’s office.
Herman swallows, nodding pointedly to Stanley, before making a move to follow her.
Stanley is at his side in a split second. “Hey, Herman, she’s a good kid… You don’t need to… well, you know—,”
“I know.” Herman sighs, holstering his pistol to reassure the promise in his eyes. “I know, Stanley. I have to talk to her, though; tell her what I know at least.”
He shuts the blinds upon entering the office, entering the keycode and locking the door in nervous, fumbling movements before he turns.
Kate is flying about the room, overturning filing cabinets, drawers, and boxes, glancing at sheets of paper briefly with flying eyes before crumpling it and throwing it over her shoulder. She stuffs various things into her backpack every once and a while: a framed biblical quote, a bobble head, a couple pencils and medical journals—things that seem silly and useless to Herman in a moment like now, but he doesn’t stop her.
“Katie.” Herman croaks, exhausted and anxious; disgusted with himself, mostly. The smell of blood is still heavy in his lungs. “Katie, come on.”
She looks wild as she jumps about the room, eyes wide and constantly searching, and Herman notices for the first time that she has blood splattered across her neck and face.
“Are you okay? Did… did anyone—?”
“I killed your buddy. John Kendall.” She says casually, finally turning to him as she stuffs a few Stims into the inner-breast pocket of her over-sized leather jacket. Herman blinks, opening his mouth stupidly before shutting it with a ripple of a shiver running down his spine. “He tried to, first, Manny. He wouldn’t leave me alone, even when I pointed my gun at him and—…” She stops, exhales, and forces a shrug. “Well, I don’t regret it.”
“Okay.” Herman takes a deep breath—tries to, more like. “Okay. Okay, Kate, you need to go. Now.”
“Fuck you, Manny, I know what you did.” She snarls, rushing forward in the blink of an eye to shove him roughly up against the door behind him. “Jonas was my friend. Eye for an eye, right? Ever hear of that, huh?”
“I didn’t—no Kate, wait, I didn’t kill Jonas!” Herman knows she doesn’t really care, not about Jonas or her friends or him; not about anyone but her father. He can see a feral glint in her eye, the same that shone in Stevie Mack’s right before he stomped Jonas’ face in. “I didn’t stop it, but I didn’t touch him. I ran—I—I…”
“Huh. As per fucking usual, then.” She spits, still holding him up against the wall, her eyes searching his face in a quick flash. “You gonna arrest me?”
Herman holds his breath, staring down into the eyes that have terrorized him for nearly two years. She’s here, right now, and he could kill her—silence her and move on with his life. Pep would never know, and even if Freddie would hurt over her loss, Herman thinks that they could all move on. Her hurts would disappear.
Then again, she would probably die just as quickly out there. Herman winces at the thought.
“No.” He gasps, the answer releasing a tension in her that he notices almost immediately. “You know I can’t, Katie, not you.”
“Lucky me.” She grins, the expression more of an animalistic show of her teeth and the pinkish, bloody tinge to them than a smile, and holsters her pistol in the pocket of her jacket.
He hadn’t even noticed the barrel sticking into his stomach until it is gone.
Criminal 8b/8
Date: 2012-09-03 02:20 am (UTC)“Of course.” She scoffs, wiping the back of her nose on her sleeve. “I was getting a bit bored with this place anyway, you know? All my games are forfeit, now, and it’s a snore.”
“Games.” He repeats blankly. She nods.
“Sure. Yours was the most fun though, Manny dear.” She sneers, shrugging out of her jacket and yanking at the zipper of her suit until she’s standing in her under-things before him, looking entirely like a crazed, wild woman with her hair untamed with curls and a smear of blood on her collarbone. She smells like Radroach innards. “Took a while, though not as long as I expected—happily married man like you. Was a challenge still, and he always knew I loved those.”
“Who?” Herman swallows when she pulls her ratty grey sports bra over her head. She looks up at him once she is bared before him, giving her chest a bit of a lewd shimmy in his direction before reaching down to touch herself. “Wh-…What the hell are you doing, Kate?”
“I want you one last time.” She explains, breathless, and reaches up to smear her wetness across his lips. Herman almost begins to protest before she presses her long, warm body against his, her knuckles tapping at his armored cup pointedly. “It’ll be a shame to live without this cock, you know?”
He is silent for a moment, feeling a flash of anger seethe dully in his chest as she begins to remove his uniform with quick tugs and pulls—so different from her usual practiced movements that he knows, then, that she truly is quite frightened; she is human, after all.
Herman wants this, too, if only for one last time. He knows it, but he also isn’t oblivious to Stanley’s presence outside this office. It’s been long enough already to arouse suspicion. And was it not likely that some Officers and vault citizens might make their way to the clinic in search of aid?
But then she is whispering filthy promises to him, the darkness of her tone and the hatred in his heart cooing and coaxing him into kissing her, into ripping and yanking at her hair, into gathering her thrumming body up into his arms and shoving her up against the office door.
“Yes.” She hisses once he sets his pace, her voice broken and jostled with his furious movements.
Herman buries his face into her neck as he shoves his hips forcefully between her thighs—grinding, forcing, fucking her into the cold metal with all the ferocity she has forced into his heart. He loves her and is so absolutely convinced of this that he tells her, over and over as he plows into her.
She laughs at him, kisses his hairline, and gives a little finger wave at the security camera over his shoulder.
He doesn’t care, couldn’t care less, for there is a seething, raging heat in his groin and he can’t hear, think, or breathe until he is riding high on it. Kate knows this, knows to spur him on with her dirty words and pleads. She squeezes him, internally and with her thighs tight around his hips, bucking as best she can into his thrusts from between his over-bearing body and the door behind her.
“I’ll think of you.” He promises with a lick of his tongue over her nipple before he sucks her breast in his mouth.
He knows she loves it, she told him so a week after the first time he fucked her—so he doesn’t stop, not even when he can feel his orgasm tugging at the back of his spine. “Get on your knees.”
“No!” She hisses, urgently enough for him to slide his lips from her swollen breast to look up into her eyes in question. Kate reaches around him to grab at his ass, forcing his hips flush against her. “I want it inside me, Manny.”
Criminal 8c/8
Date: 2012-09-03 02:40 am (UTC)“Do it, you fucker.” She growls, intentionally tightening herself around him in a maddening push and suck of muscles that has him gasping and fumbling blindly against her.
So he does, letting out a rasping grunt of a cry as he jerks and throbs inside of her, trembling from the aftermath of it.
Herman has a brief moment of horrific realization before she is snaking out from his grip, his fear whispering ominously in the back of his skull as her chuckle rings out in the room.
Kate makes a sympathetic noise in the back of her throat upon seeing Herman’s catatonic expression, giving his jaw a little slap of affection before attending to his armor.
“I wanted a little piece of you out there.” She taunts in a soft, lilting voice. Herman jerks his head to face her, frantically searching her eyes for jest. “Maybe he’ll be pretty like you and your boys.”
His reaction to strike her is a second late as she dances out of his reach to type in the keycode. “You’re joking, Kate.”
“You popped off in me, Manny.” She shrugs, tapping at her lower abdomen with a disgusting sort of leer. “Don’t you know anything about the birds and bee—,”
She is choking under his grip in the next moment, her large eyes seeming to nearly pop out of their sockets as she gasps and thrashes against him in a panic.
It is for the first time that Herman sees a real fear in Kate’s eyes.
“You never wanted me, did you? This was for Butch. Or maybe for Ellen?” He realizes aloud, squeezing her throat in his grip as he studies her purpling face thoughtfully. “You’re trying to drive me insane, aren’t you? Was that the deal?”
Any possible confession on her part is interrupted by the office door giving way from behind Kate, the sudden throw of her weight wrenching her neck from his grip as she falls to the floor besides Stanley’s feet.
“Officer?” Stanley questions warily, staring down at Kate as she coughs and gasps on the floor before looking up to Herman’s mussed hair and bitten lips. “What—?”
“I’m fine.” Kate croaks as Stanley helps her to her feet, nodding briefly to Stanley before cutting her eyes dangerously to Herman. “Just a misunderstanding, right Manny?”
Herman can feel Stanley’s gaze boring into him as his eyes flicker between the two of them, obviously piecing together some kind of precarious relation between the Officer and the Doc’s kid.
Before he can react, Kate is closing the gap between them, pressing her lips to Herman’s in a kiss equal parts forceful and possessive. He can faintly hear Stanley splutter out in surprise, but by then Herman’s vision is tunneled to only see Kate before him, her darkly heated eyes flickering between his own as she pulls away.
“You drove yourself to this.” She answers him finally, with a smile dripping venom, and somehow it all clicks together in Herman’s whirring thoughts; suddenly, he hates her all over again.
Kate runs her fingers through his untidy hair, almost affectionately, and that characteristic sparkle of cruelty shines true in her wild eyes as she gives him a knowing wink.
Her loud cackle—towering over the whining alarms in its unbridled echoes—is the last thing Herman hears of her as her back disappears behind the closing clinic door.
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Well kids, it's over. I had original plans to make this into a super long story, and while I suppose it is pretty long already, I decided that this length was fitting to the relationship between Manny and Kate. This was an interesting writing experience, made so wonderful and fun by all of you readers! Thank you a million times over for your amazing comments and feedback. Lots of love from your kinky A!A.
Re: Criminal 8c/8
Date: 2012-09-03 06:39 am (UTC)excuse me while i scream forever because WOW this was so fantastic!!!!!
Re: Criminal 8c/8
Date: 2012-09-03 06:54 am (UTC)Is there any chance of a sequel even if it's like a one shot or anything D: D:
Re: Criminal 8c/8
Date: 2012-09-03 09:44 am (UTC)And what about Butch? What does he do whith his knowledge? So many questions, AGH!
You could turn this into a soap, and I'd love you for it.
A!A
Date: 2012-09-09 08:11 am (UTC)On another note, I was actually thinking about writing something of a short sequel/epilogue-type thing. I had written a little bit of something before I posted up the ending, thinking I'd add it in as a wee epilogue. But as I was writing it turned really emotional and complex, so I was like, "Mm, maybe not..." However, now knowing that you all want more of dear Kate (and Manny) I was thinking about doing it! I am in the heat of school right now, and I took on a fair amount of classes so I'm a derp for that, but I'm still gonna give this a shot.
Just fair warning, if I do this, this sequel/epilogue will have a very different tone than the original story. I hope you guys will still like it even so, but I hope that doesn't ruin it for you if it's not like the first part.
Lots of love from your A!A <3
Re: Criminal 8c/8
Date: 2012-09-03 10:43 am (UTC)Anyway thanks for your creative!
Re: Criminal 8c/8
Date: 2012-09-04 05:45 am (UTC)This was a rough, intense ride, a!a, and I thank you for it!
Re: Criminal 8c/8
Date: 2015-06-23 05:55 am (UTC)Funny thing is: any time I read angst, it hits, but angst set in the vault fuckin' buried you. Everything is so much heavier in there- maybe because there's no getting away from it.