Survival of the Strongest pt. 2

Present

Time stood still as Lorelai waited in the crowd at the barricade before Chilton. The police kept telling them 'Go to the Middle School, your children are being bussed there', but Lorelai couldn't shake the intense feeling that this was where she needed to be. This is where Rory needed her. She barely noticed as Luke walked up behind her.

"Lorelai?" he asked, she was pulled out of her reverie and looked up at him. Her resolve broke. She sobbed once, her breath catching in her throat. Without a word, Luke pulled her to him. He knew he'd have to be strong for her, even though his panic was growing with each passing moment.

Inside


Rory felt panicked as the boy leaned against her. She could feel the cold barrel of the gun which he pressed firmly against her throat.

"Please stop this," she cried softly. He grinned that sadistic grin and just pressed harder against her.

"Now what fun would that be?" he asked. His sickeningly pleasant tone made Rory sick to her stomach. She attempted to look down at Tristan, who was barely moving at this point, but the boy grabbed her face. "Look at me!" he demanded. She fought to look into his eyes, which were a dark brown, nearly black. She bit her lip to keep from saying the several choice words which came to mind. Talking back to these people had proven to be a bad idea.

"What do you want?" Rory asked softly. He laughed lightly and continued to press against her. She could feel what he wanted. It made her sick. He pulled the gun down and tucked it into a pocket in his pants, bringing his other hand up to restrain her against the wall.

"Just a little fun," he said. His cryptic answers both annoyed and frightened her. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run. With one hand now around her neck, she found neither was an option.

"Please stop this," she said, as he ground against her once again. He just shook his head, chuckling. In one smooth move he undid the button and zipper of his pants, allowing them to fall down to his knees. He the reached a hand down, pulling up her skirt by the hem. She stifled a cry as his hand grazed the inside of her thigh as it worked it way up. She tried to struggle against him, to which he grabbed her by the shirt and pounded her back against the wall, nearly knocking her wind out of her.

"Do mess with me, Bitch," he exclaimed. He released her shirt with one of his hands and reached down into his boxers. She felt sick as she watched him stroke himself in front of her. Finally he took his hand out of his boxers, but then proceeded to push them down to join his pants, which were now at his ankles. She could see he had another gun in a holster around his left leg. "What you looking at, bitch?" he asked menacingly. "My gun, or my cock?" She swallowed back bile which had worked it way up. "Answer me!" he yelled, alarming her.

"I don't know," she exclaimed, stammering, "Both, I guess," she said, finally settling upon an answer she hoped wouldn't upset him. He grinned that sickening grin and ground against her again.

"You like that, bitch? Are you a fucking slut?" he asked. His attempt at dirty talk was doing nothing to warm Rory up to the situation.

"Stop it," she said, reservedly. She wished he would finally back off, however, this seemed to only propel his actions. He grabbed one of her hands and, with effort, brought it down to his stiff member. She tried to pull it back, to which he, again, pounded her against the wall. This was beginning to cause an ache in her tailbone, and the back of her head, which had now made contact with the hard wall twice. She allowed him to guide her hand. He pried open her fist, and then closed it around his shaft, clamping it there with his own hand. She fought back the urge to throw up once again.

He began to move in her hand. He moaned loudly, seeing the pain on her face. Finally, he let go of her hand, and she jerked it away, unconsciously wiping it on her shirt.

"What? Am I so repulsive to you that you can't bear to have me in your hands?" he demanded. She just closed her eyes tightly, willing away the tears that were now threatening to fall. Without warning, he spun her around. She found herself pressed against the wall with her back to him, his erection now grinding into her backside. Her hands were locked above her head by his hand, while his other hand pulled up the material of her skirt. She fought back against him, he just pushed against her hard, her forehead banging hard against the wall. She felt dizzy, and weak. She felt helpless.

Outside

Several of the other parents had agreed to go wait at the school, while others stayed and demanded entrance to Chilton to find their children. Many had come from the middle school after not finding their children's names on the lists that had been produced. Lorelai asked each one of them if they had seen Rory's name, to which they all answered 'no'.

Luke kept one hand on Lorelai's back at all times. Although he had let her take the reigns in questioning and demanding, he felt an obligation to keep her consoled.

Finally, after what seemed like and eternity, Lorelai backed down and decided to go to the middle school to search for her daughter there. Luke was pleased with the change of scenery, hoping beyond hope that they would find her there.

When they arrived at the school there were dozens of students and parents already reunited. This gave Lorelai a glimmer of hope as she raced toward the gym where they were being directed. Luke stopped to check the many lists at the door to the gym, while Lorelai ran in and began to search the masses for her daughter.

Luke skimmed the list, becoming more and more frustrated as the names were unfamiliar. When he finished the list he let out an angered growl and headed in to find Lorelai. It took him a moment to spot her. She was now standing on a chair, eagerly looking around for her daughter. When he reached her she noted the disappointed look in his eyes and came down off of the chair.

"I knew she wouldn't be here," Lorelai said softly. "It's that motherly instinct. I just knew." Luke nodded and sighed.

"That doesn't mean she isn't safe," he offered, not entirely feeling like it was the truth. Lorelai sighed and nodded.

"Lets hope you're right," she said. He swallowed hard. She stepped by him and went to the doors of the gym, looking around.

"What are you looking for?" he asked, walking up behind her.

"Someone who can tell me when the next bus is going to get here," she explained. She spotted a gentleman in a business suit and a clipboard in hand, deciding her was the one to talk to.

"Excuse me," she said, walking up to him. He looked distracted, but offered her a portion of his attention. "Do you know if there's another bus on the way?" she asked. He shrugged.

"Haven't had one in about fifteen minutes. Before that they were piling in," he told her.

Lorelai rolled her eyes. "Can you tell us anything?" he shrugged.

"Not really." She began to lose her temper.

"For God sakes, why the hell are you standing here looking all official if you aren't going to give us any freaking information?" she exclaimed. The man just shook his head.

"I don't have any information to give you. Look, if you haven't found your kid yet, I suggest you just go back inside and wait like the rest of the parents." Lorelai was livid. Luke felt just as angry. She shook her head determinedly.

"To hell with this," she said. She stalked away from the man toward the exit. Luke followed closely.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Back to Chilton," she said determinedly.

"And what do you hope to accomplish there?" he asked.

"I'm going to find my daughter," she said. He sighed deeply and grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. She looked at him, agitated.

"What?" she asked.

"If you go back to Chilton you're only going to get as far as the barricade."

"Well, what the hell else am I supposed to do?" she asked. He shrugged.

"Wait here. She'll be on a bus soon," he told her.

"And what if she isn't, Luke? What the hell will waiting here do if she isn't on a bus?" he looked at her, no words coming to mind. She calmed down slightly, seeing the look of silent desperation in his eyes. "I can't just do nothing," her voice was calmer. He nodded his understanding. Without another word the two headed out of the building and to the car. At least if they were going to wait, they'd do it where they may actually be of some help.

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