A/N: Hi~ I was previously Lizzie Hyrule, But I'm matching usernames. My Tumblr, AO3, and Fanfiction are now all the same! :D Anyway, this is also over in AO3. It's a collab with my best friend. (ClassicRockintheTardis over there).
We're really trying to go places with this one. There's a lot in store for this particular fic :)
WARNING: INCLUDES ATTEMPTED RAPE
Chapter one: It had to Start Somewhere
NOTE: Every line is a signal for a POV switch.
No one else saw the signs, but I knew. I could see how Zant was toying with her in class. I saw the inappropriate looks that he gave her. And all I thought was that this girl probably didn't even care, so long as she maintained her perfect GPA. I always thought she was acting the way she thought a nice girl was supposed to. No one could be as nice as she is without an ulterior motive. Besides, she rarely gained anything but experience for her college applications. Seriously, she had to have been trying to get even further ahead. All she wanted was to go to a big shot university and leave our small town behind.
I didn't report Zant. What would be the point, she'd find another way to get her "education". Who am I to judge. I'm just quiet Link. The one who sits in the corner and makes a sarcastic quip out loud every once and awhile.
But even a sarcastic guy like me can tell when something's about to go wrong. I had honestly thought Zelda welcomed his comments. She never seemed to stop him. (Though I have to admit she never exactly responded to them.) But when it continued into the last few days of school, Zelda was more and more uncomfortable sitting in that class with him.
I'm a dedicated student. I hand in all my assignments on time, and I pay attention in class. I even completed every extra credit assignment just in case I missed anything. I showed up at every charity event, I helped my fellow students without fail, and I never missed anything that truly mattered in our school community. I never did any of this because I wanted to… No, that's just what everyone expected out of me, "the model student".
I am Zelda Morna, the one set to be Valedictorian. The one that everyone saw a bright future for. I was the good natured girl that no one could say a single bad word about. But be that as it may, everyone has a breaking point. And I met mine in the form of Mr. Zant.
Teachers always have a favorite student. I just happened to be his. I knew it of course. He always had something nice to say to me when I left class. But his attraction to me became more and more apparent over the last few months of school. I made sure never to be in his classroom alone, but I had never reported him. I mean, after all, he was just making comments. I had too many other things to make time for. But it progressed further. His advances were very open by the last month of school. He had continued to say that he couldn't wait until I had my diploma. He couldn't wait until I was "free".
She was well known to the school. Of course she was. Top of her class since she was in kindergarten. Every teacher hoped to have her in their class, hoped to have that model student, especially for those of us who teach the sciences. Children don't particularly care for learning the fine details of our universe. They're more concerned with who's on Dancing with the Stars and attending the school's football games. So for a student to be intelligent, to care about the delicate intricacies of the world, I was more than happy to help her open her eyes even further. I expected her to be intelligent. I did not expect her to be beautiful. Her mother was Gerudo, her father a Hylian, so she inherited her mother's coffee tinted skin, smooth and wavy rich brown hair, but she had her father's sky blue eyes, making her striking. She wasn't like the other girls in the school, with their anorexic skeletons, painted faces, and perfectly straightened platinum blonde hair. She was foreign, and sexier than any woman I'd ever been with. I'd let my eyes roam over her curves, from her breasts to her slim waist and broad hips. I pictured her topless, and she was beautiful. Her legs were powerful and muscular, with more curves leading up to her perfect ass. I'd wished she'd show herself off like other girls try to, in their low cut tops that accentuate nothing and their skinny jeans that fit them like straight legged. The best parts of my day was when I let my eyes take in her image, and let my mind imagine what she'd look like naked and panting underneath me while I taught her the most important lesson a girl can learn: how to please a man.
But even without the suggestive comments and gestures, Zant made me shiver. And those blank yellow eyes, framed by flashy eye liner. Even his lips were done-up. And don't even get me started on his fashion sense. There were bow ties and flashy plaid suit jackets. Mismatched patterns everywhere. And that voice was always hoarse and raspy. You could tell he had something inappropriate on his mind... All day, everyday. Why. Why was this man allowed to be a teacher? And a science teacher at that. You HAD to take one of his classes at some point. Because obviously it is everyone's dream to have a class with a creeper. (Yes, sign me up for creeper 101).
Graduation was tomorrow. I was so happy because I'd finally be away from him. His comments grew more and more explicit, and I longed for the day I could finally be rid of him. I'd avoided him thus far, when, the day before my sweet release, I forgot my bag in his classroom. I weighed my odds, but my phone and laptop were in that bag, and I'd remembered in enough time that I could probably make it back in time for there to still be students around. Sure enough, I was right. The lights were already dimmed, but there was still one student there, a shier boy named Link. He tended to sit in the corner, doing his work quietly. Once in awhile, we ended up being partners on assignments, and I liked him. He may have been quiet, but he was a nice kid.
I still wasn't worried for Zelda. She tended to handle herself very well. Even if there was a problem it really wasn't mine to deal with.
She forgot her bag in class today though. I wasn't quite sure why. She's very put together. I thought about grabbing it for half a minute, but then I remembered my social anxiety. Sure, My head is full of thoughts where I do good deeds. But that never gets me to actually help anyone. So I left it. She'll be okay. I was the last one out of the classroom though… She was running past me.
Now she's alone in there… with him.
With the guy who's been less and less shy about making passes at her...
Oh damnit.
So I ran back as well. But when I reached for the door, it was locked. Oh no. Oh noohnoohno. I banged on that door, but I knew I couldn't open it. I ran. I sprinted. She needed my help. I wasn't going to be that person that let her get hurt. Thankfully our Vice Principal wasn't too far away. But it took me awhile to convince him to follow me. I didn't know how much time had passed. I had had enough of talking and so I grabbed his hand and yanked him to that classroom door.
"Open it please!"
Unfortunately, he left right as I entered. I still figured I could grab my bag and be out of there before anything happened.
I was wrong.
Finally, we were alone together. She was even more beautiful in the dim lighting, without the harsh artificial lights of the school blaring down. I quietly locked the door behind me, not wanting to be interrupted. She was bent over, grabbing her bag that she had come back for. For a few seconds, I simply let my gaze take in her glory. She was wearing a light weight summer dress, modest but still accentuating her curves in a way that made her irresistible. God, the things I wanted to do to her, the ways I wanted her...but one step at a time. First, I must teach her the basics.
I was just zipping up my bag, ready to sling it over my shoulder and bolt when I was suddenly grabbed from behind. I felt his breathe in my ear, as his voice grated over me. I can't remember exactly what he said, but I knew enough to be scared. Very scared. He pulled my closer as I struggled, and I felt something, something I never wanted to feel again.
I came up behind her, grabbing her waist and pulling her close to me. She trembled, breathing in sharply. I nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent, before whispering in her ear, "No need to be afraid, my dear. I know you're a fast learner."
She tried to pull away, but I slid my hands to her front, holding her in place as I pressed my erection against her perfect ass, pulling up the front her her dress slowly and slipped my hand into her underwear. I pressed one finger into her, then another, jerking her up and back into me as she cried out.
I couldn't believe this was actually happening. He lifted the hem of my dress, and suddenly, I felt him inside of me. I was crying by now, I could feel the tears on my face, and I screamed as he suddenly jerked me hard by the fingers inside of me. Oh god, it felt so wrong, I didn't even want to struggle anymore because that would just put me in more contact with him.
"Shh, it's okay," I whispered to her. "The first time is always the hardest. But you'll learn."
I left my fingers in her, still rhythmically jerking her up, but reached the hand holding her in place down to unzip my pants, and –
As soon as he let go of me, I gathered all my strength, remembering lessons from the basic self defense course I had taken, and elbowed him in the nose. Hard.
Suddenly, she threw her elbow back, hitting me in the nose. I jerked back, pulling my hand out of her, and she ran towards the door, trying the handle, but it wouldn't budge. I was the one who had the key. We had all the time in the world.
He immediately pulled his hand out of me, crying out and clutching his nose. I didn't waste time to admire my work, I quickly raced to the door, trying to get out of there. It was locked. When did he even lock the damn thing? I jiggled the handle for a few seconds, hoping that maybe it was just stuck, before quickly giving up. I heard banging on the other side of the door, maybe someone trying to get in, someone who had heard something. But he was still coming towards me, calling me his "dear." I didn't have time to hope someone would rescue me.
She quickly realized the door wasn't going to open, and fled to the other side of the room, trying to put as much space between me and her and she could. She wasn't going to get away that easily.
"Come now, my dear," I drawled. "We both know, just because you missed a class doesn't mean you don't have to take the test."
I ran to the other side of the room, trying to get away from him, but he kept coming at me, and now he had me cornered. I searched for something, anything that could help me, when I remembered...the drawers in the cabinets behind me.
We kept all sorts of equipment in them, rubber stoppers, glass mixers, pipettes...and scapulas. Metal and sharp, we normally used them for scraping dried chemicals out of bottles. But for me, it was the only weapon I had at hand.
He was still coming towards me, and I slowly and carefully backed myself up to the right drawer, opening it softly and closing my hand around one of the scapulas, hoping he wouldn't notice. The only thing I had going for me would be the element of surprise.
He grabbed me, as I knew he would, and for one second, I considered stabbing him in the arm or the leg, something to make him stop but not hurt him too badly. Then I thought about what he tried, was still trying, to do to me, and I made my choice.
I swung my arm out and plunged the metal instrument into his eye with all my strength, hoping to drive it in with enough force.
He immediately screamed, clutching his eye, and fell backwards. He twitched for a few moments, but my aim was true. Finally, he stopped moving, even though blood was still splurting out of his eye.
I grabbed her once more, forcibly pressing her towards me, ready to teach her all I knew, when I saw a flash of metal in her hand and suddenly felt a searing pain in my eye. I screamed, my hands flying towards the scapula she must have found on the back counter, now shoved into my eye, I stumbled backwards and fell backwards. The last thing I felt was my head hitting the tiled floor with a sickening crack and the cold metal piercing my brain.
I stood there, staring at his body, my mind racing with what had just almost happened to me and what I had done. There was blood on my hands and my dress, and probably some on my face. The door opened, and Link rushed in, followed slowly by the vice principal, who looked bored and off-put. That quickly changed. Both of them stared at the scene before them, and I knew that as bad as it looked, I'd have no problem with a legal defense. My face still displayed the appropriate horror and fear even if I was smiling slightly, and in some respects, it wasn't an act.
I don't remember his reply. I don't remember much except the sight of Zelda.
Red stains on her face and clothes. She looked as if she couldn't even breathe. But she had a slight smile…. It was unnatural. Even if she seemed pretentious, and maybe even cold… No one saw this coming.
She was in shock while the police tried to question her. Or so I thought.
When the car she was in pulled away, I saw the smile. She thought that she had done the world a favor. And I thought she had too. And I knew in that moment, if she needed an ally, I would be there for her.
I was scared. But I wasn't scared of the fact that I killed him. No... I was scared because I enjoyed it. Someone called 911, and the world rushed around me. The police asked me questions, like what he did, how far it got, before the vice principal stepped in, telling them to leave me alone because I had just gone through a trauma. As he led me away, driving me home, I made sure to keep up the pretense of being shocked and shattered. It was only when he drove away that I let myself smile. The world would be better without scum like him. In fact… maybe I should help the world. Yes, I should rid the world of the evil that plagues it! This isn't the best origin story for a Hero, but we all have to start somewhere.
