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Title: Mother of God
Author: [livejournal.com profile] aikaterini
Fandoms: Fifty Shades of Grey/Marvel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,146
Inspirations: Fifty Shades of Grey, chapter 16 (Part III), flipping through an issue of "Wolverine and the X-Men," reading about the Amazon rainforest.
Warnings: Mentions of Christian's abusive treatment of Ana and his other subs
Summary: While resting with Ana, Christian finds himself inexplicably transported to a tropical rainforest where a fellow young rich psychopath is ready to let him know what he's in for.

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Christian tightened his arms around Ana as they rested on her bed. Good thing that that meddling Kate Kavanagh, for all of her bluster, was too stupid to call the cops. Not that Ana would let her, of course. He had her wrapped around his finger like a daisy chain and all he needed to do was to keep pushing her buttons until her last remnants of resistance melted away and she became putty in his hands. He buried his face into Ana’s hair and inhaled deeply.

And found himself breathing in a handful of scalding sand.

He cursed and scrambled to his feet. Rubbing his nose in disgust, he opened his eyes and felt his jaw drop.

Ana and her bedroom were nowhere to be seen. Below his feet was pristine white sand, now marred by his footprints. Straight ahead was a dense thicket of green foliage. Behind him was a rustling river that snaked through the sandy banks. The only sounds that Christian could hear were the distant calls of tropical birds – most likely parrots or macaws – and the splashing currents of the river. Where on earth was he?

Sweat had already started to gather on his upper lip, and Christian wiped it away before realizing that the back of his neck was also perspiring. God, how hot was it? It felt like he was standing in an oven, only with moisture.

“Ah, there you are!”

Christian nearly jumped, and swung around to glare at the owner of the voice. His intimidating glare faltered as his jaw dropped yet again. Before him was a young boy who looked about twelve or thirteen. He was dressed in a trim, dark suit and his dark hair was neatly parted. If the boy was suffering any sort of discomfort from the sweltering heat, he didn’t show it. He was boldly staring up at Christian, his hands nonchalantly tucked into his pockets. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

This had to be a dream. Nothing else could explain why Christian was standing in a jungle beach God-knows-where and some strange kid in a suit had appeared out of nowhere. No, any moment now, he’d wake up in Ana’s cheap bed and whip her fine –

“This isn’t a dream, in case you were wondering,” the boy said, as if he had read Christian’s mind. “I thought that myself, when I was transported here. No, I’m afraid, Mr. Grey, that this is your new reality.”

“How do you know my name?” Christian demanded.

The boy grinned. “Oh, I know all about you, Christian Grey. I know about your work in Seattle, your shady dealings in Darfur, your adopted family, your sex life or pathetic excuse for one, I should say.” His grin widened as Christian looked ready to burst a blood vessel. “I know about little Miss Anastasia Steele and the woman that she’s dubbed ‘Mrs. Robinson.’ And I know about your oedipal obsession with your biological mother who died when you were four.”

“Look, kid,” Christian spat, his hands clenching into fists. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are –”

The boy clapped himself on the forehead. “Oh, that’s right; I haven’t even introduced myself yet! Thanks for reminding me.” He dramatically pointed a finger at Christian. “Do you own a gun?”

Christian stared at him in incomprehension. “What?”

“Because if you do, odds are that my father’s company made it,” the boy declared with a tilt of his chin and a confident lean of his shoulders. His swaggering façade evaporated as he saw the mystified and irritated expression on Christian’s face. “Oh, I forgot, my father and I don’t exist in your universe. Never mind.” The boy shook his head and cleared his throat. “I am Kade Kilgore! Child prodigy, criminal genius, head of the Hellfire Club, and billionaire extraordinaire! And this,” he spread his arms out dramatically, “is the Madre de Dios!”

“The what?

“Madre de Dios! It literally translates to ‘Mother of God’ in English. And do you know why it’s called that?” The boy waited a beat. “Because it’s the densest, thickest, wildest, and most untouched part of the Amazon Rainforest. Not even poachers are daring enough to venture here.”

Christian squinted. “We’re in the Amazon?” Well, that explained the jungle, the humidity, and the unbearable heat. He glared at Kade. How the hell was the kid not sweating to death in that suit?

“That’s right,” said Kade cheerfully. He waved his right arm upward. “This area of Peru is where the Andean cloud forests mix with the lowland tropical jungle at the start of the Amazon River to create the single greatest proliferation of life that has ever existed on Earth. Hundreds of species call this area home and they are so isolated from human activity that they don’t even know to be afraid of humans.”

Who the heck was he, a tour guide? “That’s nice, kid.” Christian said sarcastically. “Now how about you tell me how I got here and how I can get home.”

Kade lowered his arm. “Oh, you’re not going home, Mr. Grey.” His eyes darkened with malevolence. “Not for a very long while. You see, you’ve been a very, very bad man. Very uncivilized, I must say. So, the powers that be decided that you needed a little break from civilization. Needed some time and space to reflect on what a very bad man you are.”

Christian shook his head in disbelief and laughed. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about, Mr. Grey,” said Kade smoothly. “Tell me, did Miss Steele ever say that she wanted to play your little game of fake BDSM? Did she ever say yes to being your slave? Or did you completely override her wishes and rape her and beat her until she gave in?”

Christian gritted his teeth. “Don’t you think that you’re a little young to be talking about –?”

“Or Ms. Scarlatti?” Kade mused, as if Christian hadn’t spoken. “The sub whose arm you broke in one of your little ‘games?’ Broke on purpose, I might add, regardless of your lies to the contrary. Or how about the woman, whose name I can’t recall at the moment, whom you broke mentally as well as physically and who had to be checked into a mental institution because of your fun times together? Or the other thirteen? Hmm?”

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of an outburst, Christian remained silent, his clenched fists quaking at his sides. His fingernails dug into his palms as Kade moved to approach him. However, he did not trudge through the deep sand, as Christian had expected that he would, but glided over it as easily as a sand boa. Christian stiffened as Kade stopped only a foot away from him.

“Don’t worry, I understand,” Kade whispered. “You’re young, you’re impossibly rich, you’re a successful businessman…it’s easy to get caught up in it all, isn’t it? When you’re used to winning, you want to keep on winning at everything. That relentless drive to control the uncontrollable, to conquer everything in your path…it’s irresistible, isn’t it? I was like that too, once. Thinking that nothing could touch me, and that I could do whatever I wanted because nobody could stop me.”

He straightened his shoulders and a dry note entered his voice. “Of course, it didn’t help that my creators wrote me as a bad apple from the beginning. Even had the nerve to write me as a baby who never cried. Gee, Tom Riddle from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, much?” He shook his head. “And made me say that there was nothing wrong with me as a toddler, I was just 'bored.' And had me manipulate and murder a Vietnam vet and dissect corpses as a child just to show how evil I was.” He rolled his eyes. “God forbid I have any subtlety. At this rate, I’m surprised that they didn’t reveal in a later issue that I had the numbers 666 tattooed on my scalp.”

Seeing the impatient look on Christian’s face, Kade cleared his throat. “Anyway! The point is that I was a very bad boy who needed to be taught a lesson. And so they transported me here, just like they’ve done to you. And it’s here that I learned many things.”


"Like what?"

Kade smiled. “That there’s no cell phone service or civilization for miles around, so it’s impossible to get help. I also learned about the types of animals that live here. Like the malaria mosquitoes, poisonous frogs, caimans, and anacondas. Or, best of all, the jaguars.” Christian blanched. “Yes, the jaguars that prowl the beach in broad daylight.”

Christian could bear it no more. He dashed across the beach and staggered into the jungle perimeter. As he pushed his way past dense undergrowth and foliage, he heard Kade’s voice. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you!”

Panting, Christian paused. Kade reappeared in front of him. “Look up.”

Christian did, and saw nothing but an immense canopy of branches. The sun was blocked and thin rays of light slivered down into the undergrowth. He lowered his gaze and looked ahead to the vast reaches of the unknown – shadowy, thick, and impenetrable. He stepped back, feeling claustrophobic.

“The canopy is 150 feet tall,” said Kade quietly. “Once you start walking through the jungle, there’s no way to look around and see where you are. It’s very easy to get lost. Have you heard of Percy Fawcett?”

Christian swallowed hard. “No.”

“In 1925, he trekked through the Amazon alone.” Kade’s voice was grave. “And he vanished. I’m not surprised. One broken limb, one wrong turn, and the jungle just swallows you.” He looked around ruefully. “And that’s exactly what happened to me.”

The beads of sweat on Christian’s neck was momentarily scattered by a sudden chill. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I died,” Kade said. “I was too cocky. Whenever I had a problem, I’d promise people money and they’d take care of it. I wanted to get rid of my father? I told the Hellfire Club that I’d pay them anything if they helped me kill him. I wanted to get out of Rikers Island? I told the inmates there that I’d pay them anything if they’d kill the toughest prisoner there and break me out. That’s all I did: throw money at people and hope that they’d be greedy enough to do what I said.”

He sighed. “The point is that none of that matters in this place. Nobody here cares how rich you are. It’s just you and the wild. And you have to survive alone. And if you don’t, then you die. And hopefully you’re reborn into something better.”

“What do you mean, ‘something better?” Christian demanded.

Kade smiled. “Well, into a more respectable character. Now I’m still an antagonist, but I’m no longer a wannabe Antichrist.” He clicked his tongue. “But, see, I’m allowed to still be an antagonist. Because despite portraying me as devilspawn, my writers at least intended for me to be a villain.” His eyes flashed. “Not as the suave Casanova who’s supposed to sweep Anastasia Steele off her feet and live happily ever after with her.”

Christian scoffed. “Happily ever after? You’ve read too many fairytales, kid.” He turned to head back to the beach and froze.

About 20 feet away from him, a human shape crouched in a rustling of foliage. Then three men with painted faces moved into the open. One walked in front, cautiously.

“Ah, yes,” Kade said slyly. “I forgot to mention the Mashcu-Piro tribes that live in these jungles, didn’t I? I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that these parts were completely devoid of humans. The thing is, though, they don’t speak English, Portuguese, or Spanish. And they don’t care about your wealth any more than the jaguars do.”

Christian licked his parched lips. “So what? They’ll drop dead if I breathe on them.”

Kade laughed. “Maybe…if you can get close enough to them.” As the three men moved closer, Christian could see that the man in front gripped a long bow with arrows clasped to the shaft. Christian’s trembling legs nearly gave out when he noted the foot-long arrowhead-tips.

“Kade,” he whispered. “Kade, what do I do?”

Kade shrugged. “I’d say that the best thing to do is run. Good luck.” He began to fade.

Christian grabbed his shoulders. “What are you doing? Don’t leave me in this hellhole!”

Kade shrugged again. “I’ve already been through this, Mr. Grey. The only reason that they brought me back here was to let you know what you were in for. My job’s done.” He disappeared.

Christian screamed, “You little brat!”

The man with the bow waited until the right moment…and fired.

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