Authors Note. Please read.

This is my very first time writing anything like this. First time writing fanfiction.

So this is the first chapter in what I'm hoping to be a few. The concept does not belong to me, neither do the characters.

IMPORTANT NOTICE The Deadly Four universe belongs to intergalactickoala . tumblr .com/ Go and read her 'Deadly Four' fanfic, it's the original idea, credit goes to her.

So this will contain material that some may be sensitive to, including rape, murder and probably sex (most likely female on female) If any of these things affect you in a bad way or if you do not like reading it, please do not read it.

I think that it, so, enjoy. (If you can that is)


My first time was when I was 15. I had a Saturday job helping out Mr. Brown at the grocery store. Mr. Brown was in his late thirties, he had a buzz of short blonde hair with dark brown eyes. Quite a muscular man and was always had a very positive attitude toward everything, always generous and willing to help anybody, as to be expected of the store owner.

It was a usual dreary weekend, so naturally, the shop was empty. My shift was ending at 6 but it was only 5. I remember Mr. Brown asking me to go out to the back room to get our jackets, because we were closing early, as he shut the cash register down.

As I walked into the small room at the back of the store I noticed that he'd followed me into the room. Before I realized what had happened he had pinned me to the lockers on the right wall of the little room. His only other options had been the desk on the left side of the room, or the back of the door. I see now that maneuvering me to the side, into a solid surface after walking in had been the better option to him. He'd left the door wide open with his back turned to it. Smart. Using his forearm he pinned me to the lockers trapping my hands too. I didn't know what to do.

"I've seen the way you look at me Quinn. Stop struggling!" He'd raised his voice slightly, an attempt to show me he had all the power in this situation.

I don't remember feeling scared at all. I probably was, but I don't remember it.

As he pinned me firmly against the lockers I felt him push his body into mine.

"I see the looks you give me. With that little innocent Christian girl act of yours…" He trailed off while his hand made its way up to my thigh, under my light blue summer dress slightly. His calloused, dry fingers brushing the skin there.

"Mr. Brown, you don't want to do-" I was but off by his other hand tugging my panties down with one clean sweep and a finger roughly stroking through my folds.

"Ah come on Quinnie. I know I make you wetter than this." With that he made his way upwards slightly to circle then harshly – painfully – pinch my clit.

I didn't really know what was happening at that point. All I know it that as he withdrew his hand from my legs and reached for his belt buckle, I had to get him off of me.

Before I could register what was happening I'd brought my knee up with just enough force to send Mr. Brown crippling to the floor holding his now unprotected crotch, howling in pain. While he was stunned on the floor, I took my only chance.

I turned to him as he was starting to recover. "You little bitch!" With one swift kick and a satisfying crack Mr. Brown lay silently twitching on the floor.

Another kick but with a slightly quieter crack Mr. Brown was then motionless, completely still.

I had kicked his nose. With the angle he was curled on the floor, the force of the connection with my foot had detached the bridge of his nose from the skull, puncturing the brain.

Dead.

In seconds.

Just like that.

At that moment I felt no shock, or fear, only relief. Relief that I had killed a man. Relief with satisfaction, power, control. Then it all crashed down on me.

I had just killed a man.

And it felt good.