So Much for My Happy Ending
Copyright Disclaimer: The characters featured in the cast of Sucker Punch written herein do not belong to me, they belong to their creator Zack Snyder and are the sole property of Warner Bros. Inc. Italicized dialogue is taken directly from the screenplay and may belong to Zack Snyder or Steve Shibuya. Any characters and additional storyline written are sole property of the Elves Living Inside of My Skull.
Content Disclaimer: The movie was rated PG-13 and skirted around many of the issues of the characters being affected by sex and violence by escaping into other realities. While I will be writing these elements into the story, I plan on showing things as they are, this story will contain strong language and elements of physical/sexual violence, as well as other adult themes. So as not to succumb to gloom and doom I plan on having at least one of the characters fall in love at some point, so an explicitly written sex scene will follow.
Rape Disclaimer: It was evident in the movie that the girls were being assaulted against their will, I plan to address this issue and if reading about rape drastically affects you in a negative manner, this is probably not the story for you.
Spoilers Disclaimer: This story takes place at/after the end of the movie, so it will reference things that have already happened. We begin at the end, ten minutes before the close of the film.
The smell of antiseptic permeated the room, the harsh light glinting off of his instruments, sparkling like a promise, the promise of peace.
Babydoll started as the High Roller burst into the back room, smelling faintly of money, and reeking of scotch and cigars. The heavy oak door squeaked on its hinges as the door shut behind him, she could almost hear Blue's laughter beyond it as he counted his money.
"C'mere pretty Baby," the High Roller listed a little as he walked, the after effects of Blue's top shelf settling on him, "I paid goooood money for you." She started backwards as he came for her, finding her escape blocked as she felt the heavy wooden frame of the bed press into her calves. Felt his breath on her neck and the rough stubble of his jaw as he gripped her hair and pulled her in for a forceful kiss. He mumbled into her mouth as she squirmed, "Mmmmm, so sweet they should call you Candy." His other hand began roaming her body, kneading her breasts roughly through her blouse. He dropped his other hand to join the first. Babydoll felt the sharp corners of the rhinestones dig into her flesh and shied away. "Oh nonononono. We're not gonna play That way are we?" He gripped the blouse in both fists and tore it open, glass gems tinkling as they hit the floor.
Then he was on top of her, his greater weight pinning her to the bed. He wedged a knee in between her legs, spreading them apart. He put one hand on her throat to keep her still as the other moved down, questing, probing, hunting.
"It's not…it's not supposed to be like this!" She choked into his grip, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.
"'Supposed'? Ha, honey this is the ONLY way it's gonna be for you." His grin turned feral as he bunched her silken panties and began to drag them down her legs. He laid his palm upon her tuft of golden curls, fingers poised to delve into his prize. But something about her words gave him pause, his brow furrowed, trying to figure out what it was, and then he realized…
"Oh you stupid slut, you better not have, or else I'll show you what you really deserve." As he realized a real virgin wasn't 'supposed' to know anything about how this interaction was going to play out. He wedged a finger into her cleft and felt, other than the tightness of her walls and the dryness of her fear, nothing.
He'd been played. And the High Roller was not a man to be toyed with.
He pulled his hand out and slapped her full across the face. This wasn't Blue's fault; Blue knew the quality of his product when he brought it in. This had everything to do with the girl, and whichever one of those cunt licking inverts she gave herself away to in the five days before he got to her.
"Do you have any idea how much you cost?" His fingers wove into the locks at the base of her skull, lifting her up of the bed until he was eye to eye with her, flecks of spittle landing as he yelled. "Too much!" He let the red mists at the corners of his vision take over, enjoying the sensation of using his grip to smash her too beautiful face into the solid wood of the bedpost, venting his rage again and again, teaching this girl and all girls that No One fucks with the High Roller.
Jesus! Did you-did you see the way she looked at me? Just…in that last moment, it was like…
Doctor, is it done?
Doctor Gorski, what do you know about this one? There was something very peculiar and…
Yes, her mother's death plunged her into a deep depression and then in a fit she accidentally killed her sister. Poor child, it's a shame I couldn't do more for her, I wasn't given much time you see.
Yes, but you recommended the procedure.
Oh, I'm afraid not. I will admit she has been quite a handful, in just one week here she stabbed an orderly, started a fire and helped another patient to escape. But I don't agree with this solution, Doctor.
But why would you sign for a procedure you don't agree with? That is your signature, is it not? I've been doing this for quite some time Doctor, and to be honest with you I've wondered myself whether or not it's right, and I have seen some tortured souls in here, believe me. But this one…something in her eyes, I've never seen anyone that…the way she looked at me, it's like she wanted me to do it. I hope it helps her.
It was easier, easier to not be, to sink into this blackness that was even deeper than the palace in the snows, and anyway, the palace wasn't safe anymore. The snow had quenched the damage from her initial battle there, but the smoldering embers sprang back to life the moment the High Roller had touched her, his hand igniting her last safe haven. The cedars groaned and popped as they fell, their flames melting the ice, the snow drifts replaced by a rain of ash.
Hi. You remember me?
Blue's voice echoed into the blackness. It was better here, better not to be. Better to never go back, the old man had broken his promise to her, this wasn't a perfect victory, this was Hell.
Listen, listen, I gotta bad feeling okay? This is not the way we should be running this place-
We don't run the place, I run it. In the chair.
Look, I'm not…I'm not hurting these girls anymore.
I'm not doing this.
Guys, don't do this to me now please, I need her in this chair, put her in the goddamned chair. Thank you. Close the door, please?
The echoes persist, trying to wind themselves around her, their tenuous grasp providing a way back to the realms beyond the darkness, the worlds of color, pain and noise. "Hold on, what is it, you're not here, you're not here anymore, you're in paradise? Nonononono nonono nononono."
She doesn't want to see the light if all she'll see is his face.
"You're still here, you're here with me, and all this shit, and you don't go away unless I say so, okay?"
He kisses her and starts to cry, knowing that he'll never see those eyes light up in defiance again.
"That's not right…" The caress turns into a stranglehold, willing her not to leave, to keep her here by his force of will, His Girl. "That's not right, you come back to me."
Stop right there, move away from the girl!
I wasn't doing anything. Look at her, she's gone, look at her face, she's not here whattayou think I wanna do? I take care of these girls, I look out for them, these are my girls. Tell them, TELL THEM!
Take him out of here.
The first sense to pierce the blackness was pain. An all consuming throbbing wrongness behind her eyelids, and horrible sinking sensation that something was broken, irreparably broken.
The second sense was sound, a low hum, almost melodic. Where Blue's voice had been dark and sinister, this one was warm, comforting, it made Babydoll feel safer, something she hadn't felt in a what seemed like forever.
"Baaaaby, c'mon Babydoll, open them pretty eyes for me, I know you can do it."
Paired with the voice was a third sense, a slow rocking, like a lazy summer day in a hammock, or a boat bobbing gently on calm oceans.
"Baaaaaabydoll, wake up, just give me a wink, c'mon, just one and I'll let you go back to sleep, I promise."
There was something…familiar about the voice, and she couldn't place her finger on it, but it intrigued her, and she was curious enough to follow it out of the blackness, into the world of light and pain.
She wasn't in the backroom at the brothel anymore. She recognized the fraying sheets of their common dormitories draped over her body, warding off the chill. Then the warmth of another body pressed against her made the cold flee entirely.
She looked up above her, outlines slowly coming into focus as she squinted against the swelling around her eyes. She couldn't shake the familiarity of that outline, just like the voice in the darkness.
"Hey tough guy, good to see you made it." A grin flashed in the moonlight and the recognition made her heart stop, and then beat in double time.
"R-Rocket?" Babydoll could scarcely believe it, this was impossible, she could not be here, free of Blue, and sitting in her own bed cradled in Rocket's arms, things like this didn't happen. "But you were- and they said that-"
"Shhhh, it's okay, I'm okay, I promise, well, not entirely okay, I have a bunch of stitches in me, so don't move around too much wouldja?"
Babydoll nods, words beginning to fail her.
"I'll explain everything later, but right now you need to rest, I just needed to know that when you woke up you'd be here and not-" her voice cracks, betraying her confidence, "not someplace else. But you're here now, and that's what matters. You're safe here with me, so rest, I'll be here when you wake up, I promise."
Baby's eyes droop shut against the mottled bruising of her cheeks, her breathing starts to slow and even out as she burrows closer into Rocket, who holds silent vigil over her charge.
Rocket scoots closer to the figure using her thigh as a pillow, the thick cotton weave of the strait jacket keeping her from wrapping her arms around the person she never thought she'd see again. Her chest shook and she sniffled, tears tracking down the planes of her cheeks. When Babydoll had opened her eyes, only one had even tracked to Rocket's face, and the pupil had been large and unchanging, never quite focusing on her, always looking slightly past her. Baby's left eye, the eye that now bore a newly scabbed over hole just below her brow, that eye strayed past her, staring into endless infinity, that eye was useless.
Babydoll was blind.