Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost ❯ Violation with Broken Hope ( Chapter 34 )

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I was thinking about not updating till I got a review, but then I realized how conceited that sounded and changed my mind. This chapter is due to the persistent nagging of my friend SABI. I would still be procrastinating if it wasn't for her. Please review people, (I'm begging, I know; pathetic isn't it? ^_^) I am so insecure about my fighting scenes and the story at the moment. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Anyway……….enough with my rantings, onto the fic!!

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Lost

Chapter 34…………

Sloshing………..putrid water spouted into my face. The cold repulsive liquid stirring me from the darkness. Tap tap tap………it was still raining. Slowly I opened my eyes, images of obscured objects and masses greeting me. I vainly tried to squint my eyes in a futile effort to correct my vision, but I found nothing would change. All I saw were hazy blues and grays with blobs of mahogany that lead into stalks of cobalt. A rip and crackle shook the earth as lightening struck violently across the sky and with a sharp hiss I shifted on the ground. My body slowly lifted up and then a murmur………a whisper drifted into the air. The sound muffled and indistinguishable.

The splashing continued for a moment before my body was crushed against the walls. A weak cry fell from my lips as two strong hands painfully dug into my muscles on each side and proceeded in heaving me up onto my feet. My back slammed into the brick behind me once again, the stone grinding into the exposed flesh. The lacerations slit through paralyzed tissue and I stared back blankly. Everything was too cold and numb. For once I thanked the freezing rain as it disposed of my nerves' consciousness. I bobbed my head for a moment and widened my eyes; my distorted mind still cloudy from the trauma it had endured earlier. The whispers grew louder and I managed to distinguish a male's voice. The sounds emanating from a obscured figure that stood infront of me. I could feel my arms subconsciously tighten around my chest; the bottles pressed tightly against my exposed abdomen.

"Looky, looky," came a slurred tone. I shook my head and took in a deep breath as my ears' perception became clear.

"Wonder what she's knocked up on?" Came another voice, the tone raspier than the other's. The rain slowly pelted down on my body and I shivered as my nerves began to come back to life.

"Oh look she's cold………" Cooed the first man, his hand or what I guess was his hand, reaching out to rub my shoulder and slowly trail down to my chest. He withdrew quickly and chuckled in amusement. Ok, was this man insane or was I finally loosing it and hallucinating? What man would suddenly find this situation amusing? Wait a moment………..that's right! I was the one held against the wall and they were the one's that were in control of the situation. Intellect once again decides to emerge from my distorted mind.

"What's this?" Reaching out he dug his fingers in-between my wrists and vainly attempted to yank them apart. I could feel the anger beginning to well up inside of him as he growled, "What ya trying to hide baby?"

My body was brought abruptly from the wall and a fist launched into my stomach. The shock and pain alerting me that my pain receptors were back. Couldn't I have stayed in my blissful insensibility?

My grip slackened against the cerulean flasks and I felt him yank one from my hold. Shaking my head incessantly, I tried to clear the haze in my mind and concentrated on my surrounds. Everything slowly became clear and I quietly observed the man infront of me as he tediously inspected the bottle with interest.

Rather a roguish figure, I frowned in distaste. Probably crawled out from another alley in the city. His body was lean and devoided of any suggestion of brawn. I guessed the men possessing the brute strength were the ones who had pinned me to the wall. He was the leader, by his confident stance and apparent control over the other two. Cobalt jeans that were overlapped by a wrinkled Prussian jacket and then a tight obsidian shirt. If I had seen him anywhere else I would never have guessed he would be capable of this. Yet that face that stood defiantly over this common man would dismiss any doubt left inside of me. A long shock of hair hung down to his shoulders with chocolate locks that clung to his face as the scruff on his chin dripped steadily onto the ground. The bangs hid his eyes as he bent his head, the shadows playing devilishly over his features twisting them into a sinister simper. Lightening lit up his skin and he moved, the pale light from the street beginning to filter onto him. His face was rather pale, possessing a jagged silver streak that lapped over his right eye. There was a indescribable glint within the depths of his eyes. Those piercing sapphire eyes that would steal a glance at me now and again. The brazen expression that shined out sent shivers up my spine. I had seen it before, the same impertinent complexion, but on some one entirely different………..

"So what is it?" Piped up a smooth voice. The tone suggesting that the third companion was articulate and probably educated. A hand ran down my side, but was ignored as I my eyes drilled into the rogue that held the only means for my survival in his hands.

"Don't know." He simply answered pursing his lips. Turning the cruet casually between his fingers, he frowned. His eyes flickered up to mine. The sapphire seeming to grow darker for the moment as he spoke, "Well we have no use for it then."

With a casual flick of his wrist the flask spiraled through the air. My eyes widened in shock and I knew I should try to grab it, but their grip was strong and my will was weak. Helplessly, I watched it impact against the soaked payment and shatter into a hundred tiny fragments. The purple liquid mixing with the rain before rapidly trailing into a gutter only a few feet away. My body slackened and another quick yank and the others followed its lead. Yet, no glass shattered and I glanced down to find the two cruets resting on the crumpled cardboard box below me.

"What's a matter cuttie?" A hand cupped my chin tightly as another yanked my head up, the fingers tangled within my soaked hair. Cold, now almost cobalt orbs bored into me, the proximity between us making my skin prickle.

"That's quite an outfit you got there." His fingers played with a loose piece of fabric that jutted out from the armor that partially covered my waist.

"Not many girls you see walking around with this on them and in such a poor state too." He pulled fruitlessly at my armor, the hard elastic material not budging under the man's strength.

"But I don't mind," His eyes flickered up to greet mine, "Clothing just gets in the way you know. I find girls, like you, sexier as more skin is exposed."

Sexy? How was any part of this situation sexy, let alone my appearance. A bruised and battered body with multiple lacerations and a mutilated ankle……....Was he insane or just perverse?

His eyes greedily ran down my body and I felt him stop as his vision landed on my ankle. His head inclined towards me and his eyes narrowed, "Naughty girl………..."

He trailed off, his voice taking on a simplistic tone. Was he going to treat me like a toddler who knew no better?? His eyes darted at me as a smirk graced his features, "Now, now what are you trying to do to yourself??"

Do to myself?!? Do to MYSELF!!! What gave him the delusional idea that I would perform self-mutilation upon my body, and to this extent even!!

//Your half-naked in an alley………..// I growled, great!! Did my conscious have to create a reason for everything?? Dende!! Couldn't I at least retain some of my ignorance?

"You cold?" The question snapped me from my reverie. His lips were pressed uncomfortably to my ear, the hot breath shocking my senses. A icy cheek pressed against my own and I cringed as low chuckle resonated beside me. His surprisingly callous hands ran down my sides with a low purr that caused a small tremor to sound against my skin. Dear Dende, how did all these things happen to me? Did Dende desire this torture, did Vika? Had I disgraced my saiyan heritage?? Had I angered any of them??

Tears fell from my cheeks, the hot liquid stinging my eyes and blurring my vision. When had I become so pathetic and weak??

"Awww," He cooed as lightening abruptly streaked through the sky, illuminating his face within an eerie ivory-yellow glow. I blinked the shameful fluid from my eyes and I watched in terror as the image distorted into an all too familiar face. Wild and untamed raven hair that shaded a handsome tanned face. The obsidian orbs piercing my soul as his lips lifted and a low chuckle fell from them. The sound turning into an animalistic growl, before two hands clamped onto my shoulder. A finger pressed into the sensitive flesh near the base of my neck; the pressure sending burning pain to every nerve ending I owned.

FLASHBACK

"Youuu think……*hicup*.…… ;.. you thiiink yooouuu can just reeeject me?" Came a slurred voice. I watched as Turlus stepped into the dim light from the window. I swallowed back the lump that was forming in my throat and tried to calm myself.

"Turlus? What are you doing here?"

He came towards me and leaned over on the bed, "I waant it……..I wannt yoouuu………noowww."

My eyes widened in fear as he began to crawl over the bed. He reached forward and drew me down underneath him. I tried to push him away, but he just grabbed my arms and held them in vice grip above my head. I squirmed trying my hardest to get loose, but it was to no avail. He pressed his lips against me hard and passionately. Biting down on my lower lip, he caused it to bleed into my mouth. The vial substance nearly making me gag at the bitter taste. He tore my nightshirt away from my body and I had to stop myself from screaming. He'd remember if I fought him back, even if he was drunk. The old Xenia welcomed this gruff and aggressive behavior. A tear slide down my cheek as I realized I couldn't fight back and forced my body to respond. Yet every limb trembled as I willed them to pull at the fabric and my tears threatened to spill at any moment. I couldn't show weakness. I couldn't. A small whimper fell from my lips as his hands bore the dark bruises on my thighs. Every muscle strained as he stretched my body painfully, the rough ministrations shocking me. Oh dear Vika, he knew exactly what he was doing. The clear unclouded eyes that glanced up into me held no doubt. He wanted this, he wanted to cause me pain. He derived pleasure from it and I had too at one time. Oh dear Vika, he was raping me…….…

END OF FLASHBACK

A scream tore from my throat, and I large hand thrusted out from behind me and clamped down over my lips. Another striking my neck sharply causing my throat to involuntarily close upon me. I thrashed for a moment, panic swelling up inside of me as I tried to breathe. A hand slammed into my chest and my head shot up as air entered my lungs. My mouth opened and closed abruptly, now gasping as it tried to swallow as much air as it possibly could.

"Now, now………….we can't have you screaming now can we?"

A dull ache now resided in my head, the throbbing building from the accursed mark that I bore.

"Just now with the hysterics eh? Maybe I shouldn't have broken those bottles, whatever they were, they sure gave you a good buz………"

I felt him move and shuffle around. I gazed down and found him glancing at the ground and then make his way back to me, "Well no matter."

His eyes fixed on me and I vainly attempted to swallow the lump in my throat.

"Let's not delay any longer…..…"

He smirked and pulled roughly at the straps that secured part of my armor, "Damn this thing is on good." He mumbled as he strained against it.

//You're my toy, my little doll that I love to play with in so many ways…….…//

My eyes widened and I felt my power surge slightly as Turlus's words came to mind. The same despicable words he had dared to whisper into my ear after he had savagely taken me.

"No…"

His head snapped up and he gazed at me curiously, "What's this?"

He smirked, "Just find your voice little one?"

"No…….…"

He resumed his frustrating task and chuckled, "Too late to fight back, baby. Just gonna have to wait now……..…."

I gazed down at him and my eyes widened in shock. An image of Turlus overlaid the poor man's features again and a low growl reverberated in my throat.

He let go and took a step back and narrowed his eyes, "Now how the hell do I get that thing off?"

No I wasn't going to let this happen, not like last time.

"Get the hell off me………"

I felt the men beside me shuffle slightly and the man infront of me fell into a fit of laughter, "Now you're trying to order us around??" He continued to laugh and I turned to see the other two following his lead.

"Just who do you think you are, little girl?" He asked as he held his stomach.

"Are you a murderer?"

He stopped and I watched his mouth close tightly.

"Are you………." The amusing tone taking my voice.

"What the hell? Why?" He narrowed his eyes and scrunched his brows in confusion.

"Cause……..I am."

I watched his face twist into a despicable smile as laughter took him once again. He thought I was joking? Thought I was just lying, playing the tough act? A smirk dominated my lips as the sanguinary lust stirred within my body. The throbbing beginning to beat in sync with my heart.

"Did I say something funny?" There laughter subsided and I felt the stares bore into my body. I could sense it………was it fear? Fear?! Hah! What a Joke! Such powerful and confident men……...and now they were scared of little-old-me!! I laughed; a maniacal laughter that bubbled from the depths of my tainted soul. I thrusted my head back and stared up at the sky. Lightening stuck again the jagged line of energy curving and rushing down to encompass my body. I felt the hands immediately let go as the unearthly energy coursed through me. The blazing jolt of inferno nothing but a tingle against my skin. I opened my eyes and looked around. My vision fell upon the men, each scooting away in terror. Their eyes were filled with pain and I gazed at their legs which were severely seared from the raw electricity. The skin pussing and bubbling………..

"Wha-what are you?" Asked the man, his back already pressed tightly back against the wall.

"Now, now……..." I shook my head, I could feel another personality taking over………..

"We're not listening now are we?" I asked gazing down at him.

"No-no I was…….I-"

I grabbed him roughly off the ground pulling him up easily. He gazed down and I watched his eyes widen, "You're-You're flying……..."

I looked into his fearful eyes, "Yeah, like it?"

He didn't move or utter a sound, but stayed still staring at me in utter terror.

"Remember……...." I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his ear, "I'm a murderer."

The fear was consuming, sending delicious shivers through me.

"Please don't kill me……….oh God, please……….please don't kill me……..."

// "Please, don't harm my children…….…take me instead!" //

That woman…….…and her children…….her desperate plea for mercy………..

The statement struck me hard and I shook my head and gazed at the terrified man. The delicious pleasure I had derived from his fear vanished. Instead it was replaced with a deep repugnance that delved its roots deep into my soul, causing the burning bile to scorch my throat. A murderer, I was a murderer. And to think the old Xenia he would be another name on the attenuated list.

I couldn't kill him, even if he was going to………even if he was going to……….

I just couldn't. No, killing him would mean……....

//Self-defense….…..//

I snorted, self-defense, huh? No this wasn't self-defense……...this was MURDER; no matter what the circumstance or the justification my mind could produce! Taking a life was just it, it was murder from every angle.

FLASHBACK

"You DIMWITTED-IGNORANT-OVERBEARING-MORON!! ARE YOU THAT DOLTISH THAT YOU WOULD DARE AND TAKE ADAVANTAGE OF MY PRISONER?!?!"

I could clearly see his eyes widen, "But I-I-I didn't hurt her that much…….…." He stammered afraid of enraging me more. I looked back behind me and looked over Chichi. The darkness hid most of her, but I could still see that her clothes had been torn almost to shreds. I turned my attention back to the now trembling man infront of me.

"I DON'T think she's unhurt with her CLOTHES in ALMOST TINY FRAGMENTS EXCEPT FOR THE FEW PIECES SHE MANAGED TO KEEP ON HER BODY!!" I shook him against the wall, "WHO GAVE YOU AUTHORIZATION TO THIS CELL," I demanded, "WHO?!?!?"

He stayed silent acting as if he didn't understand my question. I grabbed him around the neck and lifted him off the ground, against the wall, "I'll ask you this ONE MORE TIME!! WHO GAVE YOU AUTHORIZATION TO THIS CELL!!!"

"N-no…….no one, " he managed to stutter in a low whisper.

"What was that?" I asked mockingly.

"No one," he said again raising his voice.

"So you THOUGHT YOU could just WALTZ IN HERE and JUST RAPE MY PRISONER?"

"I-I……..well….…"