Hate This And I'll Love You: Coma.
The-Muse-In-Me
Disclaimer: Much to my disappointment, I don't own Alanna and Jon. Although...
The girl thrashed around uncontrollably. Cold sweat drenched her face, making her hair stick to her tanned skin involuntarily. Alanna whimpered, unaware of the noise she was creating.
Next door Jon sat up and looked around the room, franticly trying to detect the muffled cries for help. He stopped, eyes widening. Alanna! Without hesitation the prince leapt out of bed and darted through the connecting door into Alanna's room.
Blindly, Alanna fought her nightmares. 'Come on, come to me. What's wrong? All tied up?' The nameless figure watched as a nine year old Alanna struggled against her bonds.
Alanna continued to struggle, all the while calling for help, as Jonathan watched in despair. Jon tentatively approached the girl's bed, unsure of what to do. He knelt down beside her. Alanna quietened. Jon reached out to stroke her hair but stopped short as her breathing sped up and more sweat began to gather on her brow.
The man advanced on Alanna. He was about 6 feet in height and wore the tattered clothes of a commoner. Alanna could here the man's ragged breathing slowly becoming closer and closer. She turned her head towards the source of the noise, regardless of the fact that she had been blind folded the moment she'd been dragged into this nightmare.
The man sat down on the bed and leaned in towards Alanna's face. 'What do you think I'm going to do now, princess?' His putrid breath caused waves of sickness to ripple through the child's body. She began to shake with fear. 'No, no, no, no, no, no, no'. Alanna repeated this under her breath. She knew exactly what was coming next.
The raven haired man looked on helplessly. What's she saying? Jon leant in closer. Alanna whispers reached Jon's ears. That's it; I need to wake her up right now. He stood up and leaned down so his face was inches from hers. Apparently this wasn't the right thing to do. Alanna began to shake uncontrollably, her head tossing from side to side. Her breaths became ragged and uncoordinated. Jon grabbed hold of her arms to stop her breaking through the mattress. This wasn't good.
The man began taking off the bindings he had on her ankles. Alanna instinctively kicked her legs out. Despite having been trying to wriggle out of the bindings ever since she's been put in them, now she was ever keen to make sure they stayed on.
Immediately sensing what she was trying to do the man smirked. In one fluid motion he sat on her knees to stop her legs moving. He leant towards Alanna and pinned down her arms. 'Not so fast princess... All in good time, don't you worry.' Leaning back he leered at her. Alanna glanced up at him, cowed in fear. He relaxed his grip on her arms and went back to undoing her bonds.
They were off. There was nothing more Alanna could do. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists tight. He raised himself up a little off her knees to slide her breeches down her pale thighs. Alanna shivered at his icy touch. A lone tear slid down her cheek, making a track in the dirt which graced her face. She'd been missing since dawn. Surely someone would have noticed by now, surely someone was looking for her.
After her breeches were tossed unceremoniously to the grubby floor the man began to slide off the girl's loin cloth. Someone, please, anyone. Please save me. Take me away from this. I can't live through this. I can't. Please. Plea-
Alanna's thoughts cut off as she let out a broken gasp. More tears slid down her face as she bit her lip to stop from crying out in agony. The man entered her forcefully, not caring about how much this hurt Alanna. He pulled out and thrust back in with an equal amount of force to the last, causing a pained sound to leave Alanna's lips. He continued, fast and hard. The girl began to cry softly as the realization hit her. This was real. It was happening. And it wasn't going to stop.
'Alanna! Alanna! Wake up! Please Alanna, you're scaring me!' Jon scanned her face for any sign of consciousness. Alanna's eyes were clenched shut and her hands curled into fists, as if in defiance. Jonathan felt his heart crack as a tear made its way down Alanna's weathered face.
As Jonathan reached down to brush a flaming lock from her eyes he retracted his hand quickly. Alanna's eyes were wide open. But she wasn't awake. She was staring straight ahead, her eyes were glossed over, as if looking at nothing. Or something that wasn't there.
The tears that soaked the child's face refused to stop falling. The man was pounding into her faster and harder with each thrust. Alanna prayed to every God for this to stop, anything to end the pain... The man's moans began to get louder and Alanna could no longer block out the sound. She knew he was getting close. The girl's blood shot eyes clenched shut. All she wanted right now was death to come and take her away.
Jonathan's eyes began to well up. He had no idea what was happening in Alanna's mind but he wanted to stop it. He moved Alanna into a sitting position and held her close. 'Please Alanna. If you can here me, wake up. Please. I can't bare seeing you like this, wake up. Please!' Jon continued to beg for what seemed like hours. He'd do anything for Alanna. She'd never been like this before; he'd only ever seen her cry once and that was nothing compared to this. Whatever was wrong, he wanted to stop it.
'Ohhhhhh!' He was done. Alanna felt him pull himself out of her. 'Princess? Open your eyes princess.' The man's mocking tone made the girl retch. Alanna never opened her eyes. She didn't have the strength. The man left. Alanna led, half-naked, broken and alone. Her hope was gone. No one was coming for her. Nothing mattered anymore. Slowly the edges of her vision darkened. She blacked out, not caring if she woke up again.
Alanna's body stiffened in Jon's arms. 'Alanna? Alanna?? Please! Wake up! Please, I'm begging you!' Jon felt Alanna sigh, as if in regret. Her eyes opened wide again and Jon caught the briefest flash of amethyst as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She began fitting relentlessly while purple fire seemed to shine through her finger tips.
Her lips moved to form words which the Prince could neither hear nor understand. 'What's happening?? What's she doing?' Jonathan panicked and began shouting for help. 'SOMEONE, ANYONE!' When after five seconds no one came he began getting more frantic. Alanna's chanting was becoming stronger, hastier. In an attempt to calm Alanna down he placed his hands on either side of her face.
No one would have been prepared for what happened next.
Hehe, have a cliff hanger I hope it's interesting... Getting reviews would make my Christmas the most Christmassy Christmas in the whole world!! So you know, please review! Oh, and the scary man's identity shall be revealed. But you know xP
- Muse