One Last Thing
By: Can (lucyc_23455@yahoo.com) Spoilers up through WWL Part 1 Summary: This takes place on the cliff but before the old woman appears Rating: PG 13 Disclaimer: I don't own them
Thanks to Neuroscpr for reading
At first he felt he could fight her as every muscle in his body strained for control. His mind screamed 'No' as he felt the drug taking control of his senses. As his body gave in the only thing that kept going through his drug-induced mind was, 'Oh God no! This can't be happening!'
What was supposed to be a caress sent his mind reeling in disgust, as he tried to shut his thoughts off. He knew of no other way to get through this nightmare, but the old lady kept intruding, putting something in his head about sacrifice. Did she mean a sacrificial lamb? He was sure starting to feel that way, as his body reacted to her touch, in spite of himself.
When she finished, he laid there appalled by what had just taken place. Grayza smiled down at him, as if she were proud of her accomplishment. John turned his head away, loathing her and himself for not having the power to stop it.
John felt only emptiness as he felt the weight lift from him. He waited until he heard the retreating steps before he attempted to put himself back together.
As he slowly pushed himself to a sitting position, he felt totally stripped of what little there was left of him.
He hugged himself wishing away the thoughts and finding that he couldn't. His mind was in overdrive as he relived each touch feeling sick to his stomach, shuddering.
'Do you like that?' The memory flooded his lost soul, not knowing the answer anymore. The torment he felt now seemed worse for some reason than anything he had felt after his encounters with Scorpius or the Scarrans.
Scorpius had taken his thoughts, frelled with his mind. Grayza on the other hand had taken something that was only his to give, when he chose to share it.
John felt violated, dirty and ashamed. He wished the drug that made him succumb had also taken his memories with it.
John was beside himself, reverting between nausea and panic.
He held himself tighter now, rocking back and forth, hoping the contact would somehow keep him sane.
All he wanted to do was cry in agony. He wanted to scream out for Aeryn, but she had deserted him, perhaps forever. He wanted someone to hold him tightly and tell him everything was going to be all right.
What he wanted couldn't happen, as there was no one there for him anymore. He was trapped in his own tormented mind. The hope he had once felt gone, as the only thing he had left had been stolen from him.
Sitting on the hard stone he continued to rock himself back and forth, staring at nothing, feeling only emptiness now.
By: Can (lucyc_23455@yahoo.com) Spoilers up through WWL Part 1 Summary: This takes place on the cliff but before the old woman appears Rating: PG 13 Disclaimer: I don't own them
Thanks to Neuroscpr for reading
At first he felt he could fight her as every muscle in his body strained for control. His mind screamed 'No' as he felt the drug taking control of his senses. As his body gave in the only thing that kept going through his drug-induced mind was, 'Oh God no! This can't be happening!'
What was supposed to be a caress sent his mind reeling in disgust, as he tried to shut his thoughts off. He knew of no other way to get through this nightmare, but the old lady kept intruding, putting something in his head about sacrifice. Did she mean a sacrificial lamb? He was sure starting to feel that way, as his body reacted to her touch, in spite of himself.
When she finished, he laid there appalled by what had just taken place. Grayza smiled down at him, as if she were proud of her accomplishment. John turned his head away, loathing her and himself for not having the power to stop it.
John felt only emptiness as he felt the weight lift from him. He waited until he heard the retreating steps before he attempted to put himself back together.
As he slowly pushed himself to a sitting position, he felt totally stripped of what little there was left of him.
He hugged himself wishing away the thoughts and finding that he couldn't. His mind was in overdrive as he relived each touch feeling sick to his stomach, shuddering.
'Do you like that?' The memory flooded his lost soul, not knowing the answer anymore. The torment he felt now seemed worse for some reason than anything he had felt after his encounters with Scorpius or the Scarrans.
Scorpius had taken his thoughts, frelled with his mind. Grayza on the other hand had taken something that was only his to give, when he chose to share it.
John felt violated, dirty and ashamed. He wished the drug that made him succumb had also taken his memories with it.
John was beside himself, reverting between nausea and panic.
He held himself tighter now, rocking back and forth, hoping the contact would somehow keep him sane.
All he wanted to do was cry in agony. He wanted to scream out for Aeryn, but she had deserted him, perhaps forever. He wanted someone to hold him tightly and tell him everything was going to be all right.
What he wanted couldn't happen, as there was no one there for him anymore. He was trapped in his own tormented mind. The hope he had once felt gone, as the only thing he had left had been stolen from him.
Sitting on the hard stone he continued to rock himself back and forth, staring at nothing, feeling only emptiness now.