You Helped Me? (Warren Worthington III/ Angel x Reader)

Chapter 1: What a Stupid Situation

The bag on my head smelled stale, like old potatoes. My wrists were confined within a set of unusual handcuffs and the rest of my body to a chair.

I couldn't really remember how I got to this situation, last thing I remember was finding a nice abandoned warehouse to take refuge in for the night. I must have been followed.

My eyes barely have to adjust to the dark room when the bag is lifted off and I can't finally see something. A scruffy looking man stands in front me, trying his hardest to look intimidating. He's not doing a particularly good job, but he's trying his best. His clothes look to be fairly new and expensive, but his taste shows just how trashy he really is. Hair is slightly unkempt to pair along with his questionable beard and mustache.

My hands jerk forward to pull the gun I see in his pocket toward me, but I find that my powers don't work. What?

"What did you do to me?" I finally speak, my voice scratching from disuse.

"Oh sweet, what I did to you is much less concerning than what I'm going to have you do." His voice somehow disgusts me more than his appearance. It grates against a high pitch as he attempts to lower it, truly a pathetic excuse for a human.

"What the fuck?" Could he not know that I'm a mutant? Did he just happen to kidnap poor me? "What exactly do expect me to fucking do?"

"Such vulgar language is not appropriate for such a pretty face," I meet his pout with a disgusted look.

I expected him to continue and answer my question, but I'm just met with silence. Raising my eyebrows and shaking my head, I implore him to go on.

"Oh shit, we must have given you too much of the sedative." He let out a single monotone laugh. "So, you fucking forgot the last time we woke you up, didn't you?"

I nodded my head so as to convey to this goddamn numbskull that he was correct.

"Well then, I gotta catch you up!" He pulled a chair up in front of me and sat down. "Can't have my fighters be confused before I send them in, now can I?"

I shot him another confused look. Jeez this guy sure does like his dramatic pauses, doesn't he?

"Ah where should I begin? You've caused us quite a bit of problems, hasn't she Hank?" He gestures to a presence behind me that I hadn't noticed before. "I'm surprised that you're not feeling the pain from the beating I had to have Hank give you the first time around, pah, must be the sedative.

"Well, you didn't go down very easy when we tried to take you from the warehouse - I'll definitely be waking up with some bruises from that fight. Hank finally managed to get that needle in your neck once we distracted you." His words began to resemble something of a memory that I had. As he continued, things slowly started to come back to me.

I had seen these two in the market in the morning. There was an unfortunate accident that forced me to use my telekinesis to stop a large bucket from falling on a little boy. I thought that no one had seen me - I did it as discreetly as possible - but they must have noticed and snatched me from the warehouse after following me for the rest of the day.

"Then you woke up from your little nap and well, to say that we underestimated you would be an understatement." His sharp nose scrunched a little as he laughed this time, "you'd think that we would be more careful after fighting you that first time."

Yeah, I remember now. I woke up and this crazy was an inch from my face. He started that stupid monologuing that he's been doing for the past 5 minutes. Something about me being a fighter for him, whatever that means. I don't particularly like finding out that my powers don't work, so I wasn't going to wait for him to finish. After realizing that I can't teleport out of this dump or use my telekinesis to push him away due to the handcuffs, I went with the only natural progression; I headbutted him square in the nose. Then I went for his meathead henchman, whose name I can infer to be Hank now. Jumping up and roundhouse kicking him in the chest, I shifted to the left of him and got behind him to put myself in a position to, as I like to call it, Figure 4 his neck.

"-you tried to beat my man Hank, but he has the hand up on you while you have those handcuffs on." He shifted in his chair to lean forward. "Then we put you to slee-"

"Ok, listen, your little villain monologue here is very interesting and all, but I remember all that." I tried shifting my legs so that I could stand up, but the ropes around my thighs reminded me of my restrictions. "How about, since you now have me in a good position, you explain to me what the fuck you exactly mean that I'll be your fighter? I don't exactly remember agreeing to anything, not that you would care if I agreed or not." I emphasized the last word by raising my cuffed hands.

He pouted again at my words, "I can't believe you would interrupt me like that." His face turned dark with that sentence.

Before I could register what he was doing, he had lifted his hand and smacked me, turning my head to the side.

"I'll get to the point, you bitch, since you're in such a hurry." He twisted his face into a sickening smile as he cursed.

"Please," I turned back to face him, returning his smile to mask my fear, "I would want nothing more."

"Here," he stood up and outstretched his arms, "I am the boss. I run a little fight club of sorts, except this one is just for filthy muties like you. Lost with nowhere to go, no one to miss them, and no money to live properly."

I opened my mouth to object, but he beat me to it.

"Oh no, you don't want to fight? Well, I couldn't give less of a fuck." He started to pace around his chair and inspect his hands. "I'll put it simply to appease your impatient little tush."

In two swift motions, his legs brought his body directly in front of me. A knife - really just a small switchblade - was held to my cheek and his left hand had a hard grip on my left shoulder.

"If you don't fight for me, I'll carve you up like a jack-o-lantern and light you up."

All the disgust that I felt toward this man suddenly transformed into pure terror. I've only felt this horrified three times in my life; this made four. My palms began to sweat and my breath quickened. Every muscle in my body stiffened and I prayed that I didn't only get 18 years on this Earth. His expression was one of absolute madness and seriousness, no doubt he got a power trip from this little stunt. As he registered my horror, the corners of his lips turned upward. He began to trail the tip of his blade down my cheek and rest it in front of my throat. One little movement and I'd be bleeding like a faucet.

"So, I can assume that we've come to an agreement now, no?" I didn't trust myself to move an inch, but I somehow managed to choke out a small agreement.

He moved away from my body, but I didn't relax. I'm not sure how I can ever relax from here on out.

"Good! I'm glad," Just as fast as his switchblade had come out, it disappeared. "Because I've already scheduled a fight for you today."

"What?" I exclaimed, apparently finding the courage to finally move my body.

"Yes, my dear, I have to make sure that you are worth all the trouble I've gone through to get you here." He signaled something to Hank and moved behind me. "You'll be fighting my champion today."

I finally caught a proper glimpse of Hank. He was a large man, square at the shoulders and properly filling the stereotype of a henchman. I watched him move toward a door at the other side of the room.

"I can trust that once I untie you, there'll be no resistance, right pet?" He whispered in my ear from behind.

I scoffed at the displeasing nickname before nodding my agreement.

He quickly undid my restrictions and I was finally free to stand and move about. Huh, free, that's a funny word to use in a situation like this.

I turned around to face my new "employer" and found that he was an inch shorter than me. I stuck my still shackled hands out to him.

"Oh, absolutely not, you can't trick me like that. Those aren't coming off until you're in the ring." He scoffed at me and then moved to go where Hank had gone.

"Well, it was at least worth a try." I turn to stare at my chair. I guess just being a mutant, just guarantees that I'll end up in stupid situations like these.

"Wait, so when do I have to fight?" A hand on my arm startled me as it jerked me towards the door. When did Hank get back here?

"Now." I heard his voice but I barely saw his lips move. He jerked me forward again, "Come on, girl, get a move on."

Well, fuck.