Fic: The Darkness Before Dawn Prologue. Scott-centered. AU
- Hello everyone! I'm new here and this is the first and probably only
movieverse fic I'll write. Please read the notes and warnings before
Title: Into The Fire
Author: Yahily Rivera
Summary: What makes us who we are? Is it the choices we make or the
ones that are made on our behalf? Is it a series of accidentally
circumstances, events that form an eerie web that will lead us to our
fated destiny? Scott-centered.
Main Characters/Pairings: Christopher, Katherine, Scott and Alex.
Series: The Darkness Before Dawn Prologue
Author's Notes: This story is my very own What If, so therefore will
be considered an AU (Alternative Universe). This had been in the
works for about three years and by the time you read it, you'll
probably end up wishing that is had stayed that way, lol (laugh out
loud), I know I am. The early version of this story sucks, so if you
run into it, burn it, torch it, delete it just please don't read that
atrocity. This story is mostly movieverse, but does combine aspects
of canon and my own twisted madness. It's dark, deals with pretty
disturbing stuff. It's a series, so it really doesn't have and end.
Only arcs, multi-part episodes. Think of it like a comic! I have a
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Disclaimer: These characters belong to Marvel comics and the
almighty Stan Lee. It's free so please don't take the shirt of my
Warning: this story contains disturbing context, such a gang rape,
child rape, home invasion concepts without the home, so if you're
easily offended please don't read, otherwise, be afraid, be very
afraid . . . hee! ha ha ha ha (diabolical laugh!) Lol (laugh out
<Squishy> thoughts "Yummy" spoken Whoopee
It promised to be a beautiful day. Clear skies, temperature below 60
but still warm enough for locals to enjoy a full day of hiking,
camping, fishing and anything their minds could conjure. Chris
Summers had brought his family into the wilderness for that very
reason. The Airforce's veteran test pilot had finally gotten the much
requested and needed time off and he had every intention of enjoying
his family's company to its fullest.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Chris looked up from his spot next to the
campfire where the fish they had caught that morning simmered, just
in time to brace himself for the six-year-old rocket that crashed
into his chest.
"Scott, Scott, Scott!" He chuckled as he detached the energetic
bundle from his waist, lifting him into his arms. Delighted baby
blues peaked from under messy light brown bangs, a shy smile playing
on the child's lips.
"Can we go hiking after breakfast, plueze?" Big baby blues widen to
impossible proportions and pink lips curled slightly. How could he
refuse his boy when he looked at him like that?
"If your mother aggress," The boy pouted, "then yes, we can go."
"If I agree to what?"
Chris turned with a grin, his almond eyes sparkling. "Go hiking after
we eat." The groan he got in response only made it grow wider.
"You two aren't going to give me a chance to catch my breath, are
you?" Anne Katherine Summers blew golden locks from where they spread
obstructively over her eyes. Her lose pony tail barely grabbing the
jaw length strands as she shifted the napping burden in her arms.
"Plueze, mommy?" Scott gave her his best I'm-too-cute-so-you-can't-
say-no look. She was doomed and they both knew it.
"Alright, alright, but your father gets to carry your brother." She
shifted the two-year-old blonde in her arms again. Alex's tiny thumb
was inside his mouth, being was sucked by the young boy. Kate walked
purposely toward her husband, kneeling carefully once she was by his
side. "Going for charcoal fish this morning?" She muttered in his
hear nearly making Chris fall in to the fire himself in his haste to
look at the meal.
He cursed under his breath and lowered his eldest son quickly to the
ground, hurrying to move the now overly cooked fish from the fire. "I
hope you like your food well down." He said sardonically. Eyeing
contemptuously the fish as though they were at fault for getting
"Daddy?" His son was looking at the darken fish distastefully,
wrinkling his nose at the terrible smell. "We can't eat that!"
Chris looked imploringly at his wife but she just gave him an impish
"Don't look at me, his your son."
"They sure looks good." A deep, slurred voice started them. They
turned sharply as one and tensed.
A muscular, gruff man was leaning casually against one of the many
pines at the edge of their clearing. He looked harmless enough but
every military instinct Chris had were screaming him into action, but
Scott's small body had pressed tightly against his. The child was
shaking terribly and Chris wondered, not for the first time, how
someone as young and innocent as Scott could instinctively react to
"Doncha think, Paul?" Another man stepped out from his left and Chris
cursed himself for not bringing his .46. This one was every bit as
big and gruff as the other man, but the way he leered at his wife
made his stomach clench. He was in a bad position to arm a good
defense against two men, crouched down the way he was with his son
hindering any possible movement.
Kate got scooted herself closer to him, bringing Alex protectively to
In a voice that was both calming and authoritative, he muttered to
his eldest. "Scott," When he got the brunet's full attention, he
continued, "I want you to go with Mommy and Alex and head into the
woods and hide, okay?"
Scott's were eyes watered slightly, and his lips were trembling but
when he spoke, his voice was steady. "Are we playing hide and go
Relieved beyond belief, he nodded minutely, "Yes, but you hide until
I come and get you understand?"
A diminutive nod was his response and Chris, despite the situation,
found himself glowing with fierce pride.
He reached over and pulled the two-year-old blonde to him The men
didn't seem to be bothered by his movement, but then a third voice
came out from behind cover. "Ay, Jake, Paul, where the hell did ya
"Ov'r `ere, Mark."
Shit! The odds weren't in their favor, but the distraction was all
Kate grabbed Scott's hand and dashed into the woods as Chris made a
grab for one of the logs in the fire. But before he could swing it,
two strong arms rapped around his chest, effectively trapping both
his arms in the hold. He caught glimpse of the two men, Paul and Jake
running past him while a third made his way to him. So that made
His training taking over, he head-butted the man holding him, using
his body to push the unknown assailant away from his body just as the
third man, Mark, moved to tackle him. They fell, wrestled on the
ground, throwing wild punches and kicks whenever he could, but the
man was stronger and his hits were wearing Chris down.
One particular hard hit left Chris seeing spots. His vision tunneled
and for a moment, he was afraid he would pass out, but screaming
pulled him out of his daze. The two men were now holding him up on
his knees and when he turned to look at the source of the scream, he
felt his stomach lurch.
The man, Paul had Kate by the hair, an arm around her waist, dragging
her into their camping site. The other, Jake, held a hysterical
Scott. The man was struggling to hold on to the small boy, but even
with the fierce way his son was trashing, the man's grip was
<Oh God! Where's Alex?> Chris thought and his eyes roamed desperately
the entire clearing looking for his youngest child. But he was
nowhere in sight. He resisted the urge to demand that he know what
had been done to his two-year-old. But if there was a change that he
was safe, there was no way in hell that he was going to jeopardize
his baby boy.
Chris' attention was drawn back to the scene before him as Kate's
screams intensified, <What were those bastards going to do to them?>
Chris mind raced with a multitude of possibilities. None helping to
calm his pounding heart.
He struggled with renowned fierceness as he saw on of the men throw
his wife roughly on the ground, "You son's of a bitch! Fucking
bastards, let them go!" He shouted, knowing in his heart what was
coming but a got kick on the stomach, knocked back on the ground.
"Nah! We can't do that." A voice from above said mockingly, "We're
gonna have some fun."
In the cool Alaskan forest. A lone figure sat by a river, its silvery
currents whisking about the long stretch. Little ripples spreading
gentle as the current hit smooth rocks and tree trunks and branches.
The only sound that broke the peaceful atmosphere was of the running
water as a man, in his early thirties, hooked up another fly.
He prepared another line to throw at into the watery stream. Cast the
fishing pole back and prepared to launch when a loud scream stopped
him in mid-swing. He whipped his head around so hard that he nearly
dislodged a vertebra. There were two gunshots, more screaming then
one more. A moment of silence broken by another scream, smaller,
younger then a loud boom resonated in the air followed by a loud
rumbling, then nothing.
The deadly silence that followed chilled the man to his bones.
For a moment he stood stock still without giving way to any coherent
thought. Then as quick as lighting he sprang into action, collecting
equipment, while his hands trembling so badly that he continuously
dropped what he was holding. Everything was dumped carelessly into
plastic containers, bags and anything he had could find, and made his
way out of the area as fast as his feet could carry, stumbling all
the way back to his jeep near an outback road.
Perhaps if he had gone to check out the disturbance, he would have
seen a large trail of vapor floating in the air. He would come to a
large crater that appeared seemingly out of nowhere. If he had
inspected more closely, he would seen a trail of blood on the edge
that lead into the woods to what was left of several bodies. If he
would have gotten nearer, he would have made out long blonde hair. A
naked woman's battered body crushed between two boulders, then a man,
brunet with a gapping hole where his head once had been as the only
recognizable things among an assortment of limbs and torn organs.
After he had wrenched profoundly, he would have heard the sounds of a
small child calling out. If he had gone looking for its source, he
would have found a two-year-old child clutching desperately another
small body. He would have seen an older boy, laying half-naked on the
humid ground curled up in a small ball, trembling not only from the
cold. He would have seen tentacles of vapor coming from both of the
tiny little bodies. Then the brunet's body glow red then blink away
into a clear blue then return to his normal state. He would have seen
a sheen of red coverer the area and the darker coloring of his
Tum! Tum! Tum! . . . To be continued!
End Notes: Okay guys, that was the prologue. This is an unbetad
version so please, bare with me. Next chappie: Erik Lenscherr and
Charles Xavier find themselves thrown on for a loop when their
vacation turns into a rescue and a race against the system to protect
a boy that had been severely traumatized. Nuff' said!