A/N: This is a story that I wrote a while ago, in the middle of the night. I don't know why.

Warnings: Somewhat graphic mention of slashy rape, among other things. It's rated M for a reason.

Final Comments: I know that this is not my usual writing, but I'm still proud of it. You have been warned about the contents, so will very kindly ignore flames. Other than that, please leave comments, for me to have a sense of how I did? Thank you, and enjoy!

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He never would have expected something like this from him, of all people. He'd always been calm, collected, unmovable in his security and mystery, and certainly not violent.

Certainly not dangerous.

But it had happened – was happening – and he didn't know what to do about it. He was hurting physically, sure, but emotionally as well. He'd thought that he'd been his friend, his confidant.

Obviously not.

It was raining, he noticed absently, and he was glad, for it meant that he could scream and not be heard.

He could cry, and not one would be able to tell.

His face hit the wall hard, and he was stars and felt his nose crack and the warmth of blood slide down his face. He was sobbing unashamedly, for it hurt badly, and he'd never before experienced such intense pain in such volume. He screamed as teeth, sharp teeth, bit into his shoulder, certain to leave a mark. As his face slammed into the wall again, he could feel his lip split as he spoke.

"W-why...?" With a snarl, his body was pushed roughly into the wall, and he hurt even more now. "Why?!"

"Because you deserved it, dressed like that, teasingly, always..."

The rain did not play favorites, obviously, so it had masked the sound of a zipper being undone, but he could feel his own pants get tugged down and he panicked. He thrashed, but the cuffs around his wrists prevented much of anything. Fingers grasped his buttocks, pried the lobes apart, and then with a laugh, he shoved roughly into him.

It was even more painful than he'd imagined, and the pain forced a scream out of him that he'd heard himself voice only once before, long ago, when his body had wanted to shut down from the surge of electricity had coursed through him one too many times. It hurt even more as he was forced to the ground, his face pushed into the mud, his air supply gone.

"You deserved this, Pit. Remember that."

He tried to scream, tried to move, tried everything to get away from the pain that was ramming into him over and over and over again. He couldn't though, as he was too strong, too much more powerful, too much more experienced.

One loud sound, pain in his head, and then his world went absolutely dark.

They found him like that the next morning, wings broken, body vandalized, used in the worst possible way, and with a gunshot to the back of his head. Blood and semen pooled together, sorrow and pain quite obviously intermixed together. Pit would never fly again.

Ike had made sure of that.

End.