A/N: Trigger Warnings - ATTEMPTED rape and gory descriptions. Yeh've been warned.
Also, more beta's getting beat up.
Jade snapped up from the couch, alerted by someone banging on her door. She groaned. She was totally going to chew Dave out for coming back so late.
She walked towards the door, when a commotion coming from outside catches her attention. It sounded like…..the clanging of a pipe? Frantic voices echoed from her door.
"Jade let us in!"
"This is an emergency Jade, open the door!"
Her eyes widened as she heard John's and Rose's panicked shouts from the other side of the door. Scrambling, she unlocks it, and finds her bedraggled friends behind it, panic lighting their eyes. Ice cold claws of panic grip at her heart. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.
John simply ran to the other side of the room, where a window was placed that looked over the street. She saw his blue eyes widen as he turned back to the two girls.
"Rose, get Jade into the bedroom and lock the door. Don't come out no matter what," he says his voice eerily cold.
"John but-"Rose protests.
"JUST GO!" he shouts at them. Jade's eyes glint, as she suddenly breaks away from Rose's grip and runs to the window.
What she sees below makes her blood run cold.
A dozen or so green clothed figures stand in a circle around a motionless figure on the ground. Three more green hooded men lay to the side, motionless, spots of crimson decorating their bright hoodies. Jade squints her eyes and takes a closer look at the figure in the center of the circle. Her heart nearly stops as a small gasp escapes her porcelain throat.
Dave is lying on the ground, curled up into himself, emitting cries of pain. Blood runs down his face from various cuts, and one of his eyes is swollen shut. His shirt is soaked crimson. His glasses lay smashed a few feet from where he is lying.
John and Rose let out slight shouts and Jade lets out a small squeal when they begin beating him once more. John's hand clamps over Jade's mouth, muffling the scream she emits.
Suddenly, he sees the man pull out a gun and point it at Dave. John's eyes widen, as the man in the green hoodie mutters a few words. A shot rings out, and John and Rose emit simultaneous sounds of shock, while Jade screams. Dave's body on the ground goes still, tendrils of crimson branching out from a spot near the bottom of his ribs. The green hooded man's eyes turn to the source of the screams. A cruel smile breaks out against his face as he proceeds towards the entrance of the apartment building with his men.
John's heart thuds in his chest as he realizes where the man is headed. He grabs the two girls and drags them to the room Dave and Jade share.
"Whatever happens, whatever you hear, don't unlock this room and come outside. I know that they'll be coming up here next, and I want you two to stay in the room, and call 911, okay?" he says, his voice tinged with panic.
"John, stay here with us," Rose says insistently, clutching onto his sleeve. He removes her hand gently.
"I can't Rosie-Posie. I'm going to try to distract them long enough for the cops to show up," he cups her cheek with his hand and kisses her gently. "Rose, if something happens to me, I want you and Jade to promise me you'll stay safe,"
Rose nodded gently, small tears slipping out of the corners of her eyes as she realized what he meant. She hugged him tightly, and he turned to Jade, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head.
"Stay safe Jade," he said, enveloping her in a hug. She nodded mutely, gripping onto his torso for dear life as tiny sobs wracked her body. The image of Dave's still body on the pavement below refused to leave her head.
A loud knock came from the door, making them all jump. A look of panic entered John's eyes once more, and he pressed them both into one last hug.
"Stay safe you two don't come out no matter what! And remember, I love you," he said rapidly, his words blurring together as he rushed to the door of the bedroom, closing it behind him and locking it. Jade clutches her head in her hands, her thoughts spiraling. Events were moving fast. Far too fast.
Rose immediately darts to the phone, dialing the cops and emergency services. Her throat sticks painfully as she views her brother, who was most likely dead now, lying on the ground outside in her minds eye. She clears her throat as emergency services picks up.
"Hello thith ith emergency thurvices. How can we help you?" said a voice with a heavily accented lisp. Rose took a breath, and started to speak.
"Hello, this is Rose Lalonde. Just a few minutes ago, my brother was assaulted by a gang outside of our apartment. He was brutally beaten and shot at, and he may be dead. The gang is ascending the stairs at the moment, trying to get into our flat. My boyfriend is in the living room, trying to stall them and make sure they don't get in, while his sister and I are locked inside a back room. Please help, I don't think he can hold them off too long." She stated calmly, her last sentence tinged with desperation.
"Would you mind telling me where you live ma'am?"
"Yes, of course, but please do hurry," she says, stating her address.
"Thank you ma'am. Emergency thurvices are on their way. Please thay in the back room, and do not, by any means, thry to assult them," the man said quickly before the phone clicked off. Rose put down the phone, just as she heard a crash in the living room. Her eyes widened as she quickly ran to Jade. The two women silently slipped into the closet, their hearts pounding, fear radiating off their bodies.
Out in the hallway, John stood, armed with a gun and a hammer. He trembled slightly, his nerves on end, desperately hoping that the girl's had dialed the police by now. Suddenly, the banging on the door started up again.
"Let us in kid," the voice behind it said calmly. John sucked in a breath.
"Not a chance in hell," John retorted, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Very well then, we'll just have to knock this door down. Cans, you know what to do,"
For a moment, nothing happened. John's nerves were stretched so tight he feared that they would snap.
Then suddenly, all hell broke loose.
There was a crashing noise as a large man in a green hoodie burst through the door, splintering it and ripping it off its hinges. He looked mean and menacing, and was at least half a foot taller than John, and twice as wide. The smaller man gulped, his saliva getting stuck in his throat.
Another man passed through the door, this one thin, with a sharply pointed chin. He smirked at John.
"Ah, you must be one of Dave Strider's friends. Well, unfortunately for you, Spades Slick gave me orders to assault anyone who had anything to do with him,"
The larger man cracked his knuckled and began to walk towards John. In one quick swoop, John raised his gun, and a bullet was loaded into the large man's skull. He fell backwards, and was dead before he even hit the floor.
Five more hooded men came through the door. John blinked, taking in the bright green hoodies. What type of shitty gang wears bright neon hoodies? Suddenly, the man with the brass knuckles ran towards John, and quick as a flash, punched him clear in the jaw. John's head snapped back, and blood started flowing from the cut that the knuckles had left. He reeled back, dazed, as another man charged at him. John swung his hammer, and another member of the Felt joined his comrade on the floor, unconscious.
The thin man looked at John, his face taking on a menacing expression. He made a gesture with one of his hands, signaling two of his men to seize John. They held the dazed boy captive between them, as he struggled fruitlessly to break free.
"You…son of a bitch!" he said, spitting out some blood that had pooled in his mouth from the punch. He glared at the thin man, who simply raised a shotgun.
"I'm sorry young man, but the Felt is not forgiving. You killed one of my men and injured another. It is only fitting that I injure you as well," he said, clicking his gun. John clenched his eyes shut, waiting for the pain to flare up when the bullet entered his body.
For a long moment, nothing happened. The only sound in the apartment was the breathing and shuffling of the gang members. John opened his eyes, wondering why the man wasn't shooting.
And then the shot rang out.
A splash of crimson spread across John's white shirt, where the bullet had hit him in the torso. He cried out in pain and slumped to the ground, clutching his side, his face contorted into a pained expression.
Rose and Jade sat in the closet, clutching onto eachother for dear life. They heard a commotion in the living room, as well as a loud 'thwack' sound signaling flesh being beaten. Then all was still.
Rose's heart nearly stopped when she heard the gunshot.
Quick as a flash, she dove out of the closet, leaving a protesting Jade behind her. She unlocked the door, only to find John lying on the ground, a splash of crimson on his shirt. He groaned as he got up, turning his face and giving her a perfect view of the gash on his cheek.
"Would you assholes just let us be?!" he shouted at the thin man, before charging at him. Sadly, he failed to notice the man with the baseball bat behind him.
A loud thwack echoed around the apartment as the baseball bat contacted John's skull. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he fell to the carpet unconscious, a gash on the back of his head starting to trickle blood.
"JOHN!" Rose screamed. The men turned to her, a strange glint in their eyes.
"Ah, and who may you be?" one of the shorter gang member's asked, purring out the last word. Rose's stomach flopped sickeningly.
"May I inquire as to why you men have left my brother dead outside and knocked my boyfriend unconscious just now?" she asked, her voice deadly calm. The tall one leered at her.
"You're Strider's sister eh? You know, you're quite pretty my dear. Perhaps we can have a bit of….fun with you before we kill you?"
He advanced on her, and grabbed her arm roughly, bringing his face close to hers. Rose brought her hands up, clawing at his face as he attempted to kiss her, leaving long parallel gashes down his cheeks. He sneered.
"This one needs to be taught a lesson," he snapped his fingers. "Boys, you know what to do,"
Two men roughly grabbed Rose's arms, and she winced, sure that there would be a bruise there by tomorrow. The tall one took out a knife, and stood behind rose.
Slowly, he dragged the knife down her dress, cutting open the fabric all the way down to the small of her back, revealing pale white skin. Rose struggled against the men, tears streaming down her eyes. The tall man smirked at her discomfort, slipping his knife under her bra strap and cutting that open too.
Rose's eyes widened. "You bastards!" she screamed, her face contorting in a menacing expression. The man at her back simply smirked.
"Well dear, do you like art? Hmm, I think your back is too plain. It could use some…..design work,"
Slowly and meticulously, he dragged the tip of his knife along her back, deep enough to leave a scar but not deep enough to kill her. He traced the outline of a large skull, with tentacles on the bottom, and added meticulous details. The pain increased and increased, until it was at the point where Rose was screaming.
"YOU SICK FUCKS! LET ME GO!" she screamed, tears running down her face, while the blood dripped down her back and onto the floor, staining the carpet red.
Back in the closet, Jade lay huddled with her hands pressed to her ears. She felt bile rising in her throat, as Rose screamed. Finally, she couldn't take it any longer.
She rose and darted out into the hallway, where Rose was being cut. A gasp died in her throat, as the men turned around to look at her.
"Ah, another fine young lady! What may you're relationship with Strider be fine miss?"
Jade narrowed her eyes. "I'm Dave's girlfriend, and would you be so kind as to let my friend go and GET THE FUCK OUT?!" she said, screaming at him. The tall man grinned, and dropped his knife. His two comrades let go of Rose, who sank to the floor. She looked up at Jade with tear stained eyes, and mouthed one word before falling unconscious.
"Run"
Jade scampered back into the room as the man advanced on her. Panic gripped her being, as she pressed herself against a wall, trying to get as far away from him as she could. The man continued to advance on her, and all the other Felt members entered the room, standing around him.
"Well, I don't think Strider would mind sharing, would he men? After all, he's not exactly in the best state right now,"
The men around him burst into laughter as he removed his hood, revealing the iciest pair of brown eyes Jade had ever seen. His dark hair glinted in the ceiling light.
"Strider's girl, I'm going to have fun with you,"
He darted forward and pinned her against the wall, her arms above her head. Slowly, meticulously, he ran the dagger down the front of her dress, cutting it open. It pooled near her feat as she tried to worm free, struggling against the man.
"YOU SICK FUCK!" she screamed, spitting on his face. He growled, and slapped her, leaving a large red mark on her cheek. Her wrists were already beginning to bruise where he was holding them.
He pressed his lips against hers roughly, and she bit down on his bottom lip as hard as she could. He yelled out in pain, and drew back, wincing at his injured lip and glaring daggers at her. He pressed his body against hers.
Slowly but carefully, he slid the knife halfway down the front of her bra. Just as he was about to cut it completely open, sirens blared from outside.
The man cursed, and let go of Jade, darting off. She slid to the floor, clutching her head as nausea struck her.
She felt a blanket being draped over her, and the last thing she remembered before passing out was warm arms lifting her up, and carrying her to safety.
So there's ch.2. I actually had a bit of trouble writing it all in the same tense, so you'll notice that I swap tenses ever so often.
Okay, so anyway, before any of you guys beat me up for this, You've gotta believe me when I say that this is all planned. Yes, Dave Strider is supposed to be lying on the pavement, bleeding out and supposedly dead. Yes, John is supposed to be shot through with a bullet and knocked out. Yes, Rose is supposed to be lying on the carpet, bleeding out of the intricate design on her back. And yes, Jade is supposed to be bruised and beaten up.
Never fear! The Trolls are here! Yeah, I'll be introducing the trolls in the next chapter. Be ready for shameless shipping on my part.
I'd like to say one thing though. I say this on all my fanfics, and this isn't any different. I'm sorry to dissapoint folks, but there will be absolutely NO smut in this story. None. Nope. Nada. Zip. Zero.
The reason behind this is due to the fact that I simply cannot write smut. I can't even read it without gagging or scrolling the page down. I'm only fourteen guys, just a freshmen, and truthfully, I'm kinda a prude when it comes to the topic of sex. So, I'm sorry to dissapoint you guys if you were looking forward to smut, because you won't be finding any. The worst it will probably get is a hot makeout session, and even then, It'll be inadequate, due to the sad fact that I haven't even had my first kiss yet. Hell, I don't even have a boyfriend.
One thing you can expect though is a shitload of sexual tension when it comes to the trolls. Loads of sexual tension. Buckets of sexual tension. BUCKETS.
(haha, see what I did there?)
So anyway, you guys will meet the trolls in the next chapter, and please don't expect any smut.
Thanks for reading guys.
Please REVIEW and tell me what I can improve, as well as any errors you may find. Someone actually pointed out my error in the last chapter where I accidentally made Roxy Rose's sister instead of cousin. Don't be afraid to criticize, it always helps me improve.
~Reaper
