sheee_it (sheee_it) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-09-06 19:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | kitty pryde (shadowcat), peter rumancek |
Who: Peter & Kitty
When: Tonight!
Where: Outside the Court of Miracles
What: Fucking with bitches with unusual methods
Rating/Warnings: Nudity, gross werewolf transformation shit
Status: Complete when posted
Peter was ready. Well, he was as ready as he was going to be. He wanted to make the assholes that hurt Esmeralda pay, but some things were more difficult than others. Using his fists wasn’t going to help anything. They didn’t learn that way. Really, he wasn’t sure how much this was going to do, but it’d definitely give them a fucking fright. Something terrifying to think back on.
He felt jittery, the way he always did before changing on the full. Like he had too much energy running through his body and no outlet. If he’d been sitting, his leg would have been bouncing the whole time. Since he was standing, he was fidgeting instead, waiting for the men in question to show up. They’d gotten invitations specially made. Of course, Peter had made sure people outside of them got the invitations. They just had a different time on theirs.
“You ready?” He looked over at Kitty. He was still clothed for now, but that would change eventually. At least he’d warned her about the big things: nudity, eyes falling out of his head, skin being torn off and eaten. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but it’d be effective in scaring the shit out of people.
They’d spent the past week slowly freaking the neo-nazis out. It was scooby-doo type stuff. The area was ‘haunted’ and cursed. Kitty’s powers had been pretty effective too. She’d floated around like a banshee, disappearing into walls while painted up like a corpse. Things were moved and turned off and on, batteries were drained and tires lost air. Peter had found so many useful things for this. The projector had been particularly fun combined with her powers.
But tonight was the big one. Tonight was the werewolf, and Kitty was wearing something suitably ghosty, too. “I’m ready.”
Peter had to hand it to her. Kitty knew a thing or two about fucking with people. He admired the work and effort she put into it. He had basically two jobs : Werewolf and general support. It was what he did best. It was probably also why he got called in to help with the dances. Though, that was more support than werewolf.
The sound of voices getting closer had him off to slip behind a tree. If it was who he thought it was, it was about time to get a little more naked than he currently was. Unlike most legends about werewolves, Peter couldn't boast faster healing or enhanced senses as a human. It didn't help with knowing for sure if it was them or not, but the time was right.
This was a lot better than murder, even if Kitty thought that some of these people were better off dead. But maybe they could be scared straight, or maybe there was a way to find any humanity they had left. Kitty would rather leave that part to someone else. She was satisfied if they left Esmeralda alone.
She flashed him an okay sign, climbing up the tree and crouching in the branches. Okay, she might have snuck a peek - Peter was cute. And you know. Her Peter Problem. “Got about thirty seconds.”
Peter wasn’t exactly embarrassed to have someone see him naked. If he had been, he’d never have done this. This also wasn’t the first time that someone witnessed his being naked...or the first time he’d turned in front of someone.
He wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen, but at least his part was ready. All he had to do was turn. He was still fidgeting, still unable to keep completely still, but he didn't think they'd have any real expert hearing either. “Plan’s in motion, then.”
And it was. He didn't know the assholes that had attacked Esmeralda by looks, but Kitty had already known them in order to attack them in the first place. So he waited for her okay once they got closer to them.
“You’ll know what to do when I point.”
The targets got closer, and Kitty narrowed her eyes. She could recognize them easily enough, so she stepped off of the branch, and floated in the air with her arms wide spread. Whatever language she spoke in wasn’t English, but she made it sound haunting and threatening and the men froze. She lifted her finger and pointed at them.
He stepped forward the moment she pointed, hands over his face. He was starting to turn, eyes popping out of his sockets and blood around his eyes, which were now yellow instead of their normal blue. As his bones starting to break and shift, he let out a small shout of pain, but this was a part of the process. Claws started to break through the skin on the knuckles and he barely registered the sound of shouts from the people that were standing there.
The more time passed, he started to claw the skin off and slowly more and more pieces of skin fell to the ground.
It really was disgusting. And it sounded painful. Kitty kept her face blank but she was grimacing in sympathy on the inside. He must really like Esmeralda to go through that for her.
She'd have to interrogate him later, like a good friend should do.
She triggered a smoke bomb as the skinheads tried to go back the way they'd come, the flashes and pops blocking their view. Her voice seemed to boom all around them, fortelling their doom and death and destruction. The curse had come for them!
It did hurt. It was one of the most painful things he’d ever gone through, but he’d have done it as many times as he had to to keep Esmeralda safe. He didn’t think about it as anything, really. If asked, he’d say he would do the same for any friend. He’d have done it for Letha (in the dreams). Probably not Roman, but it really depended. He’d have done it for Roman’s sister, though. But she had Roman for that.
The wolf eventually broke through, eating his skin and the eyes off the ground. It was just the way it was done. It was gross, but...there it was. As the wolf, Peter wasn’t in control, but no one was really in danger. He bared his teeth, a threatening stance.
The wolf lunged forward, knocking one of them over. He didn’t bite, though. Just stared at him and dug his claws in enough to leave a mark on his chest. Then he snarled. The others were mixed between trying to run and trying to beat the wolf, who snapped at their hands.
"Go," Kitty said, switching back to English and getting very theatrical. "Go! Flee this place. Should you return, your flesh will be rended, and your bones broken and you'll be devoured!"
They fled with the wolf chasing after them both. Once they were gone, however, the wolf stared back at Kitty. Control was easy for the wolf. He knew what he was doing. Slowly, he walked back a little bit, stopping a few feet away. The wolf looked up at her for a minute before running off in another direction. Where Peter would end up the next day was hard to say, but at least he’d done his part.
"I guess buying him a beer right now is out." Kitty floated to the ground, stretching her arms over her head. She felt good. Like she'd made a difference and no one had gotten hurt over it. Well, besides Peter but he'd volunteered. She set about cleaning up the evidence of her trickery. Come morning, it would be like nothing had happened at all.
Except for a bunch of skinheads having run for the hills.