Warning: Attempted rape, mentions of murder and character death. Revamped plot line. I do not own Sucker Punch or any characters; only the plot is mine.
Blondie was crying, sobbing as she looked at Madam Gorski. She weighed her options and finally whimpered, "Can you keep a secret?"
"Yes." Gorski's voice was slightly drowned out by Blue's, he stepped around the corner into the dance studio. He offered Blondie a hand, she hesitantly taking it as he helped her shaky form off the floor.
He led her into the office Gorski had, pushing her roughly onto the lay down couch. His glare is hard as he keeps his eyes locked on hers, slamming the door to the office closed; the weak old frame rattling.
"What's this secret Blondie?" His tone is much softer than his gaze, it's startling as she leans a away from his towering form. She won't tell him anything she decides, she quickly formulates a plan in her mind, sobbing out his name, "Blue?" She cups her face, leaning her arms onto her knees.
"Yes, Blondie?" He kneels in front of her, resting a hand over her folded ones. "You can tell me anything, it'll be okay. I'll take care of you." She can see the lie behind those chocolate orbs.
"I know, I'm… just scared." She takes hold of his hand, whimpering again as his fingers cup her face, he tilts her head up so their gazes remain locked.
"I'll take care of you." His voice was soft as he repeated his earlier statement. "Tell me, what's wrong Blondie?"
"I… Blue… I think I'm pregnant." Her brown eyes are glazed over with terror and worry as they grow widely. He stands, giving her his back as she thinks about what she just told him, hand on his hip, the other over his mouth.
"Pregnant? Aren't you on the pill?" He turns suddenly, looking at her rather puzzled.
"We ran out almost two months, remember? Didn't get any more for nearly a week… I… I've been feeling really sick in the early morning and so tired. I might just be sick but I'm so scared Blue."
She's up and standing, hands pressed together as she trembles all over, praying he believes her lie, needing him to believe it so her friends can get away even if it means she remains there.
Blue nods in understanding, believing the lie easily, suddenly feeling horrible for throwing her against the dresser. He embraces her tightly, her arms pinned down, though her trembling hands hold his sides. "I'm sorry." She cries the apology, her body shaking so hard Blue idly wonders what a pregnant woman should or shouldn't be feeling at such a fragile stage.
"No, no, don't apologize… I'm… Sorry I pushed you so hard… I… Go tell Gorski and she'll get the guards to buy some pregnancy tests. You might not even be pregnant… we'll see, alright?"
Blondie nods quickly, sobbing that she was feeling light headed. Blue guides her to the bedroom, having her lay down.
He really wasn't sure how to approach this situation, none of his girls had ever been pregnant before nor thought that they might be. He hoped that she was just over reacting, that it was just a bug, because he wouldn't know what to do.
Abortion? Adoption? Both options sounded cruel, but raising a child in a dance studio slash whore house sounded worse.
Blue rubbed his forehead as he fell against his leather chair in his office, staring up at the roof, he had no idea what he'd do if Blondie or any of his girls were pregnant, but he decide not to stress over it and just wait to find out.
It wasn't until morning that Rocket and the chef were found; Rocket murdered and the chef seemingly committed suicide. The day was a buzz with the news of the high roller coming the night of. Blue seemed restless to the point of rage. He reigned it in as much as he could with the thought of Blondie being pregnant heavy on his mind.
Babydoll watches Blue who can't seem to keep his eyes off her. She discreetly pulls each girl aside, acting as if she is asking a simple question when in fact she tells each girl to grab a different piece of their escape kit; leaving the knife for herself.
Blue enters the room as his many girls are getting dressed and applying make up. His gaze runs over Babydoll in a glitz up tight sailor uniform. She looks just the right amount of innocent and sexualized, and it's working wonders on him.
"Everyone out." The order is barked in a heavy tone, the room becoming empty though his eyes pin Babydoll in place. She's breathing a little harder, knowing Amber, Blondie and Sweet Pea are in their awaited positions. She needs to hurry.
Blue leans in too close, his breath reeks of scotch. Her eyes avert him, feeling his hands roughly grab her hips.
"I've been thinking a lot about all that money you're going to make me. And you'd think that would give me pleasure." He pauses, seeing her nostrils flare and cheeks flush from his close proximity. "I mean, I'm in the business of pleasure, but you know what it makes me feel like?" He head shakes, whether to his question or not, he continues. "I'm gonna be honest with you, it makes me feel like I'm this little boy sitting in the corner of the sandbox while everybody gets to play with my toys but me. So you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna take my toys and I'm gonna go home." His voice cracks, almost like a whine as he shoves her back into the mirror of the make up table; effectively cracking the smooth surface from the weight of her body.
Babydoll makes a noise between a scream and a yelp, her hand slapping him across the face which only adds fuel to his lust driven anger. "Oh, is that it?" His hand wraps tight around the fabric of her shirt just under her arm, yanking her torso down to lay awkwardly across the table top; Blue unaware as her arm struggles under it to grab at the taped knife.
"Is that all you got?" His voice rings loudly in her ears as her fingers wrap tight around the handle of the knife; feeling him thrust her form up and back into the mirror once more in an up right position.
His emotions running on the edge of anger and lust, he presses his forehead to hers briefly, groaning out a soft "Come on."
"Did you lose your fight? Huh?" His head tilts down, attempting to capture her gaze.
Shaking her head and summoning her bravery, she whispers "No, I just found it." Her eyes never leaving his as her hand raises to plunge the knife into his left shoulder. Blue gasps in pain, shock filling him as he falls back onto his knees; Babydoll standing to hold the hilt of the knife before yanking it free of his flesh.
The key around his neck practically hums in her ears as her small fist wraps around the cool metal. Blue shudders in pain, watching her in horror. "You'll never have me. Ever." Her voice shakes in fear, yet he knows that those simple five words hold firm; Blue will never have Babydoll no matter how he desires her.
And, then with her foot on his injured shoulder, she kicks him to the floor and yanks the chain free; key in hand.
The four girls make it outside, crawling along the pavement to avoid being seen by the group of guards that are outside smoking. They stay hidden by the shadow of the bushes to their left and make it to a gate where Babydoll unlocks the door. The metal barely makes a sound as they finish the small crawl through it and finally stand and run to the nearest town.
None of them say a word as they reach the closest church to find sanctuary. The priests and nuns give them fresh clothes and food along with some money so they may leave in the early morning to find another safe refuge far away from the dreadful brothel they were forced to stay in.
Five Years Later
Sweet Pea and Amber had married the year before, only a few weeks apart. Blondie ended up married just after the new year, leaving Babydoll alone in the house the four girls had shared the last three or so years. She hadn't minded, she was very happy her friends and managed to find husbands that loved and treated them so well despite their pasts which all three had been honest about.
Amber had married a lawyer whom promised to prosecute Blue if he ever came out of hiding.
Now, being only twenty-two, Babydoll whom was actually Victoria; was alone. She insisted she didn't mind, but in reality; she never felt more alone. Her mother and sister both being dead and her stepfather living in her childhood home left her only able to stay where she was or risk going back and being forced back into the brothel or worse; dead.
She shivered at the thought, remembering Rocket's tragic fall from the chef's hand. Victoria had taken the knife herself to kill him and pose it as suicide.
Victoria sat in the large living room with a book in hand, she had been reading over page fifty-two for more than an hour. Amber had moved the last of her things out earlier that day and the house never felt so empty. She closed the book and paced over to the bay window to look out at their front yard. She watched the neighborhood kids play with their friends and dogs.
Her eyes wandered over to a husband coming home from work, his wife greeting him in the driveway with their baby in tow. They kiss and say their greetings before entering their home across the street. Victoria silently admits her jealousy for her three friends, that they were able to be married and plan for children while she was so heavily scarred from her time at the brothel.
Babydoll hadn't been there nearly as long as the other three whom were able to block it out for the most part and continue on with their own lives, but Victoria couldn't comprehend trusting a man. Her mother became sick and the man she trusted with her two children was going to rape the youngest just after her death.
Blue had seen them as dollar signs and used whatever little trust they had in him against them in anyway feesable.
She shivered and it wasn't from the cold, but passed memories. Baby tugged hard on the sleeves of her grey sweater, the denim that covered her legs evening seeming thin as she hugged her knees tight to her chest. Victoria knew she should talk to someone, she should seek help with what seemed like stress disorder; but she couldn't bring herself to openly admit she had a problem.
Instead she'd cry it out daily, anxiety being a part of her routine. She hated when repairmen would come to fix anything in her house, she hated being around her friends husbands for more than a few minutes at a time, and she couldn't stand the idea of love. Yes, she craved it so badly, but she was certain she'd never, ever marry.