“A Fighting Chance” fanfiction
An NC-17 rated James McAvoy/Michael Fassbender fanfiction. Includes violence, non-con, rape, slash. Read at own risk!
Chapter 1
The sidewalk was littered with fallen leaves and pages of newspaper, although it was hard to see the ground properly in the dusk. The breeze was fresh and had a slight sting of cold air clearly indicating that autumn had begun. James shuddered a little as he closed his black woolen coat - going outside with it standing open had definitely been too optimistic. As he buttoned the coat he turned a corner when his cell phone beeped in his pocket. Taking it out he turned on the display. It was a text from Anne-Marie, which said: "Remember milk too, love". He smiled as he texted her back: "Order confirmed, ma'am". He then put the phone on silent - he always hated the attention when the phone rang in a store.
They had been in the middle of the preparation for dinner, when they had realized that they had forgotten to buy some crucial elements of today's lasagna menu. Hence James was sent to Sainsbury's at seven in the evening. Luckily it wasn't that far and he liked the fresh air. Of course it was a tad annoying when they were supposed to have a night for themselves without Brendan, who was being babysitted by some family. Dusk had come and passed quickly and now the street was dark and only lit by street lamps. It was quite calm this Wednesday evening and not a single car had passed him in the last three minutes or so. James turned a corner from Elystan Street and in the distance he could see the light from the store reflecting in the windows of an apartment building. Good, old Sainsbury's at Sloane Avenue seventy-five. He smiled and went over the list of what he had to buy in his head. Tomato puré, flour and milk of course. A humming of a car engine broke the calm and James eyed a red cat sitting on a low wall by someone's garden. He was about to pass it, but he couldn't help but stop and reach out his hand just to see if the animal would allow him to pet it. The cat eagerly brushed against his hand, purring. It kind of looked like a real life version of Garfield, he thought. Suddenly the cat broke contact with his hand and fled into the garden behind some bushes - only now did James realize that the sound of the car's engine had come much closer. And fast. He let out a small sigh and turned around to walk on, but the sound of screeching tires made him spin around automatically. A black van came to an abrupt hold only about twenty feet behind him by the curb and its sliding door was opened as if someone was trying to tear the door off its hinges. Out jumped two masked men who immediately ran towards James. Realizing what this was James felt a lightning bolt of fear shoot through him and instinctively he turned around and started running. Behind him he could hear the hard thuds of boot soles hitting the ground at a fast pace and feverishly he looked over his shoulder - only to see that they had closed the gap between them. One of the men was actually reaching out his hand to get a hold of him, but James immediately took a sharp turn out into the street, trying desperately to make an escape. But the other man seemed to have anticipated this and before James knew what was happening both of his pursuers crashed into him from behind and from the side. With a shocked groan James felt himself falling and pain shot through him when he broke the fall with his bare hands, scraping them against the asphalt. Landing on his stomach James quickly started to get back up, but an arm was wrapped around his neck from behind before he managed to get to his feet. In response James crashed an elbow into what had to be the stomach of the man behind him and for a second the grip was loosened. But the other masked man grabbed a hold of the collar of his coat, yanking James violently to the side and back on to the ground. The weight of one of the men held him down almost squeezing the air completely out of his lungs. James tried to call for help, but his hoarse cry was muffled as a hand was clamped over his mouth.
"Shut the fuck up!" the man on top of him hissed aggressively in his ear. James tried kicking and turning, but he was completely pinned down by his two attackers and his kicks and punches did little or no harm. The other man grabbed a hold of James' arms and he was roughly pulled to his feet, still with the hand covering his mouth and his arms forced behind his back. They started to drag and push James towards the van. As an attempt to stop them James lifted up his legs, making them carry his full weight. For a moment the two men wobbled a little, but quickly regained their grip on him and picked up the pace. James desperately tried to get the hand to stop covering his mouth and when he got the chance he managed to bite one of the man's fingers. A surprised yelp sounded and the hand was immediately pulled away.
"Help!" James yelled at the top of his lungs but half of the word became a hoarse cry when the man in front of him kneed him forcefully in the stomach. James' legs gave in as if on command and he felt a sharp pain shoot through his abdomen as he collapsed. The wind had been knocked out of him completely, and before he hit the asphalt the two men picked him up by the arms. This time they managed to quickly reach the van and one of the men jumped inside and grabbed a hold of James, pulling him in. Heaving for air James tried to kick at the man still outside, but to no avail. He was violently thrown to the back of the van where he landed with a thud, hitting the back of his head on the floor. Everything turned black for a split second and he lost track of where he was and what was happening. Then his vision came back, cluttered with small white dots dancing in the air.
"Shut the door!" he heard one of the men yell and James turned his head and saw the door closing, cutting him off from the street. Rolling on to his side James made an attempt to reach the door handle as it slid past him, but he couldn't reach it and the door slammed shut.
