Making Connections [Fangor's crew][X]

[Fangor]

Fangor shook his head. "This? Yes, frequently," he answered. "She's not one of us. Chris's bitch, yes. Us, never. She's good for fucking. Got a nice set of tits. Used to be flat as a board. I told Chris to feed her. Make her get another size larger." A second rat was speared. "Game of cat and mouse with them, really. Usually lasts longer than this, though. Pity. She's boring today. What do you prefer when you fuck? Screaming? Combative? Submissive? She can do any of that... just takes the right prodding." His eyes then moved to Chris. "... the right prodding indeed."

A third rat was speared, and, as if he never had a heavy conversation, continued. "We dine heavily tonight. Tomorrow morning, light meal, then we start. We have a lot of ground to cover. You will be with me. Banshee, you're on tomorrow as well. Chris usually comes in the evening due to his human home." He wrinkled his nose in distaste. It'd be easier if Chris didn't have a human home, but to suggest an idea could send Chris off on one of his rampages--he knew that home since his birth, from as far as Fangor knew. To suggest they part would be like suggesting he castrate himself. It was the reason why allowed Chris to keep Kitrina around, and she was handy when he wanted a quick fuck. He could count on her to bleed. He could count on her to scream.

[Kitrina]

Kitrina's stomach turned and she wriggled a little in an attempt to pull from Chris. "... not here. Chris," her head turned over her shoulder to look at him, again the plea returned. "Just... just please can it be us? Just us... not... not the rest of the... family? I--I know they're important but... but damn it, aren't I important, too?" Her back ached and her head dropped once more. "I miss you looking at me..."

[Rozumbrad]

"I prefer an equal in the sack," Brad commented, holding a rat by its tail and swinging it in and out of the fire. "Someone who can keep up and satisfy properly. Or someone who can promote me," he added, smirking.

He made note of the instructions. Still not clear as to what he would have to do, but at least he had some indication.

[banshee]

Banshee took her orders from Fangor with the ease of someone used to having a boss. She nodded, back suddenly ramrod straight, a hard look in her eyes. However, after Kitrina spoke, her face relaxed, her eyelids lowered, and she turned back to the slightly older queen, licking her lips slowly. She grabbed the other queen by the chin, not thinking straight, and forced her to meet her crazed, amber eyes.

"Nothin', and I mean nothin' is more important than the gang, girlie." She said, a snarl creeping into her voice. "Nothing. Thought you were taught better than that."

[Fangor]

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you," Fangor replied, though he smirked a little bit. Maybe he would be making Rosumbrad a higher rank, and soon, depending on his valuable services.

[Rozumbrad]

"How I got out of the goon squad," Rozumbrad said thoughtfully, picking the rat apart to eat it, careful not the let any mar his waistcoat.

"Too many of us to get promoted by simply being good out job. Got to know how to do something special. Or who to bend over for," he chuckled.

[Kitrina]

And Kitrina looked Banshee square in the eye, trembling slightly though she tried to keep a brave face.

"I don't give a fuck about you or "Toothy's" stupid fucking gang. Chris is more important to me than you stupid thugs who're too ugly to get someone to look at them so they have to rape them to get some!" A harsh snap, sentiment, probably stupid, but not as stupid as he spitting in the queen's face, and the following wriggling as she tried to slither on the ground to break free.

[Chris]

Anger put it mildly as Chris's eyes flashed. Kitrina barely got in a few crawling steps before he was upon her again, twisting her arm back behind her back. "The fuck is wrong with you?!" he snarled. "Do you want to get killed? Do you want to be hurt? Don't you fucking love me?!"

He snarled before pressing her down further. Something needed to be done. He looked at Banshee for advice, then Fangor, mouth opening and closing a few times.

"Sorry, I have no clue why the fuck she's doing this." A look was offered to Rozumbrad. "She's seriously the best girl I've met in my life. God, I wouldn't want another, but you have to be such a fucking cunt, don't you?!" He growled, changing the direction of the last part as he dug his claws into the arm that was twisted. "You fucking owe more than just an apology."

[Rozumbrad]

"I think it's sweet," Rozumbrad offered. "I girl who speaks her mind, even if she gets in trouble for it. Shows she's tough."

Even though she seemed anything but at the moment.

[banshee]

Banshee yowled, rage flashing across her figures, and clawed at her face where Kitrina had spit. She took a step back, body gone rigid, seeing absolute red.

"Yeah, well, Chris, I'm about to beat the living shit out of your best girl if someone don't hold me back." She growled, voice vibrating with unadulterated anger. She'd been itching for a fight all morning, and now she had good reason for it. But she respected Chris too much to simply murder his queen. As delightful as that sounded right about now.

"You tell me you're sorry, and you fucking mean it, or I swear I will claw your fucking eyes out. Chris, you gotta keep a tighter leash on your bitch, because I will end her, I swear to the fucking Everlasting Cat I will."

[Chris]

Chris was on his feet then, standing right before Banshee, gripping her shoulders hard. "Hit her, beat her, fuck her, scream at her, dominate her, I don't care, but you fucking scar her, or try to kill her, I swear I will kill you before you can even blink." A serious threat, a hard shake. One's kind to one's kind, but how could Kitrina do that?

It made no sense. Maybe it was hormonal.

[Kitrina]

Rozumbrad's words were the only source of comfort and, though it was the cowardice thing to do, Kitrina was certain, she crawled as quickly as she could behind his legs, arms wrapping around one of them as if he'd be a pillar, chest pressed close as if that leg would be a shield over her heart. "I'm sorry-" she whimpered, before, beneath her breath, adding, "that you're such a bitch."

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad snickered at that. Definitely had spunk. If only she was a little older, and not so misguidedly devoted to Chris, he could have some fun.

[banshee]

Banshee turned to Chris, her eyes now stony. She was younger than Chris, and new here, but if she'd learned one thing living on the Highlands it was that she would never allow herself to be insulted. Especially not by the Queen currently hiding behind another cats legs. She set her jaw, staring up at Chris, every inch of her tense and angry.

"Fine, you wanna keep her safe, you keep her fucking mouth shut. She sasses me again and you better hope you're faster than me. Because I will go after her, Chris, I swear I will. I won't be spoken to like that. I fucking WON'T."

However, her body language made it clear she was backing down a bit. She wasn't going to challenge Chris, not this early in her career in the gang.

[Chris]

"Banshee..."

Chris's voice trailed off as he leaned in, more suddenly kissing the queen, though quick the gesture gentle. Soft. Maybe a bit sad.

"She will learn a lesson. I promise you that. But I'd die for her. If you killed her, I'd die."

That softness was almost returning, that demeanor that really was Chris, one that wasn't blinded by bits of rage, by those moments of misery. "I'd die." A reiterated sentence, a thought. A sorrow, almost. "I'm all she's got," he said as an after thought. "I love our family so much. So, so very much. But if anything happens, I'm all she's got. She's who I've got. And I love her."

And still, despite that love he said he harbored for Kitrina, his hand stroked along Banshee's cheek, the back of her shoulder, her hair.

"There's so much hate."

[Kitrina]

Kitrina cringed at the kiss, and buried her face against the back of Rosumbrad's thigh. It made her ill. There was too much tenderness. When was the last time Chris spoke to her like that? He changed so much since working with Fangor. But--

Another shiver came, and she closed her eyes, index finger tracing letters, ones she wouldn't say aloud. A plea for Rosumbrad, a cat she'd only briefly met.

HELP.

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad looked down at the queen at his feet. How? was the question.

He gave a small, slightly pleading look to Fangor. What the hell should he do now? Fangor was the one used to this.

[Fangor]

Fangor caught the look, there was no way he couldn't, nor the target of gravitation. Rosumbrad needed to learn the ropes somehow, to see the way things were done.

Obedience.

"Coalie," he simply said, a gesture made with a hand. "Chris, I'm borrowing Coalie for ten minutes. Maybe five." And he strode ahead toward one of the alley ends. It'd be interesting to see the results, to see how their new arrival would respond. If Macavity sent him, he had some sort of potential, something unique. Fangor wanted to find out just all that was there.

[Kitrina]

Kitrina looked positively ill before she released Rosumbrad's leg. "Thanks for nothing, asshole," she muttered moodily, kicking a can as she strode after Fangor, only in the distance stopping. "Just get it over with," she mumbled, closing her eyes, back turning to him. The last thing she wanted was to see Fangor's ugly face.

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad watched curiously. He was sure he was being tested, just not sure what the test was.

He didn't appreciate the comment the queen made. What the hell was he supposed to do?

He decided to move towards the alley somewhat, so that he could hear if any words were exchanged.

[banshee]

Banshee balked, surprised slightly by the sudden invasion of her space. She watched as Chris's eyes betrayed his deep feeling and connection to Kitrina. It made Banshee ill, seeing love, even one as screwed up as the love between Kit and Chris. Banshee didn't understand love. She understood camaraderie and brotherhood, but not romantic love. Deep in the back of her mind, she vowed that if she ever got the chance, she'd make Chris pay for that bond, and allowing Kitrina to talk like that. But for now, she appeared to back down, curling her lip in disdain.

"Make her pay, Fangor." Banshee yowled loudly to the retreating pair, a smile settling on her face. Kitrina was going to get her comeuppance after all.

[Chris]

Chris's attention was snared by Fangor leading Kitrina off, and for an instant it looked like he might spring after the pair before he took a skewer with a rat and sank down on the ground, biting into the belly, blood dribbling down his muzzle. "No point going after them," he said to Rosumbrad. "He'll take however long he wants." There was sort of a removal as he spoke, something strange almost. But that was replaced by a warmer smile.

"She'll learn. We all learn. Well, maybe not all, but many of us. I learned a lot. Fangor is a great guy, really great. He won't lead you astray. He taught me more values than anyone."

[Fangor]

"I give orders, not take them."

Fangor wasted no time in flipping the queen against the wall so she'd face him, a large paw closing around her wrists as he pinned them above her head, free hand tugging the halter free but he was less interested in her body, at least that part of it as his free hand then moved to the fly of his leather pants, hurriedly undoing it.

[banshee]

Banshee tapped her foot impatiently on the ground, still irritated. She inched closer to where Fangor and Kitrina had disappeared, hoping she might overhear Fangor causing Kit some pain. That might soothe her injured pride.

"She's got a mouth on 'er, Chris." Banshee commented, seating herself on an overturned trash can and straightening her immaculate white shirt. "Big mouth like that is gonna get 'er in trouble." She looked over at the bag of rats. suddenly no longer hungry. Her skin itched unpleasantly, and she pressed her fingers to the fresh cut on the inside of her thigh, the twinge of agony settling in the base of her spine and calming her slightly.

[Rozumbrad]

"A mouth on them can be a good thing, I've found," Rozumbrad commented to Banshee.

He didn't like this queen. Seemed far to unpleasantly aggressive. No fun to be around. Boring.

[banshee]

Banshee looked over her shoulder, heavy lidded eyes glittering. She shrugged her shoulders, cracking the joints in her fingers, restless. "You may get off on it, I dunno, but me? I don't like being insulted. Least of all by someone who wouldn't last ten seconds in a fight."

Banshee hated the weak. She did not like being insulted by those she perceived as weak. And Rozumbrad was being obnoxiously contradictory and it was not helping calm her down.

[Kitrina]

"That spot's for Chris," she protested loudly, twisting by instinct before biting her lip, trying to force herself to stay still. Fangor got off to pain, to blood, to screaming. The quieter and more submissive she was, the faster it'd pass. Or so it did the last few times. She didn't think she had the figure to draw his attention that far.

But there were limits, and like hell she'd even risk getting pregnant with that monster's child. It was hard enough sometimes with Chris...

[Fangor]

The hand that slapped over her cheek resonated off the walls, a deeper growl given. "You think I want to fuck something that loose?" even though he didn't quite know.

No. That wasn't what he was after as he lifted her hips, a claw slicing the underwear she wore. "I'd prefer something tighter, wench." And the spot he went for, he went at it hard, no preparation offered. Nothing.

[Kitrina]

The searing pain overruled her attempt to stay neutral, to diverge the fuel. Her claws extended by instinct though she was too weak, the screams that escaped mixed with sobs, pleas for Chris, a sort of urgency, a need. A prayer it would end soon. That all of it would end soon.

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad's ears picked up at the scream. To him, it didn't sound fun. All that pain and screaming and mess was too much fuss to be fun. Where was the strong queen to call him a bastard as she matched his energy? To challenge him and make him work for it? Rape was only for if someone needed punishing.

"I'm not cleaning up the mess," he commented idly to Banshee and Chris.