I know that I shouldn't start ANOTHER fic right now, but I had this idea and I want to see where it goes. It may not end up being too long, but w/e. OK, so this chapter doesn't have any of the show's characters. It's just a plot bunny. I can go anywhere. Please don't be alarmed by the dark writing. I promise that it will get lighter. I'm not going to include any Christian stuff because that is not my religion but the show is cool and I like the concept of saving people. OK, so here so here it goes.
Chapter One: Only hurting a little
I walk into the rave, already high on pot and a little drunk. The smell of sweat and Ecstasy wafts into my senses. Everywhere people are grinding, laughing and getting high. Accepting a little white tablet from a woman with a pink tutu on, I pop it into my mouth and start to sway to the music.
The strobe lights start to make me dizzy, so I stumble over to the bar and clumsily seat myself on a stool. Nobody asks for ID here, they just give me a beer and look the other way. Even the bar tender is high. I grin. This is my territory.
I sneak out of the house and make my way to the address I find on the Internet almost every weekend. My parents are worried. A sixteen-year-old girl should not be so tired all the time, they say. I should get better grades. Screw them.
I down another beer and start dancing with a man who is wearing angel wings. He has a halo and is grinning like a cherub. I get a little freaked out. Backing away, I can't keep my balance. I fall into the pit and get swallowed up by the sea of arms. The cherub man jumps in too, landing only feet away from me. Letting myself down, I start to trip my way away from him. He chases me, winding in and out of the crowd with much more ease than I ever could have. He must have somehow stayed sober. Now I make a fatal mistake, I slink into an empty room. He has me caught. Strutting in, he closes the door behind him. I cower, sobbing in a corner. He looks at me with bedroom eyes.
"Don't hurt me, please. I'm only sixteen, please just leave me alone." I hiccup. My green hair is messed up and strands are stuck to my wet cheeks. My black tank top is becoming streaked with tears.
Ignoring my words, he advances. Placing his hands on my rear he starts to grope. I feel sick. Squirming away, I try to make for the door.
"Nobody out there can help you, baby. Just relax, it will only hurt a little." His voice is greasy, almost snake-like. I shudder.
Undoing the fly on his pants, he takes my clothes off, caressing my curves as he goes. I can feel my face going pale. Why is this happening to me? I try to cover my breasts, unsuccessfully. He reaches down and licks where my hand had just been. I feel my fight leaving as he touches his body to mine. I crumple; his violent grip is the only thing holding me up. Roughly, he takes advantage of me, uses me, then leaves me in a pile, scarred and confused. My mind will only let one thought escape through my muddled brain. That was not how an angel is supposed to act.
OK, so should I go anywhere with this? The real angels will come in next chapter, or at least one. If you could give me suggestions, like which Angel I should use, please review. Yea and I love feedback (like most of you loyals know) so reviewing is great even if you don't watch the show. It will be a simple plot line with lots of detail so being a fan of TBAA isn't necessary. I hardly ever watch it, but when I do, this idea keeps coming back to me.
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