I can hear our laughter. Its not evil or maniacal. It was happy. I was happy here, in this thought. The wind was whipping through our hair. We walked with no masks, we were just Niki and Chris. Just happy. It was cold and the sidewalk was unforgiving. We carried our McDonalds with heads held high. Our generation was far to worried about calories, and working out. We were free of that. We had each other. But we didn't know that our freedom was a curse.
He pulled me into an alley way. He wrapped his arms around me. I shivered against his touch. He kissed me. My mind exploded. I giggled, and he pulled away, a smile lacquered his face. I ran my hands through his perfect hair. The dark brown locks were soft and tempting. I smiled at him.
I had a soul here. In this second, my soul, it burned brightest. As I sit now, I wish that I still had that. I had lost so much. I was a shattered shell of a woman. I looked to Chris, and in an attempt of humanity I spoke.
"I love you." my voice was hoarse and cracked. I was weak.
Seconds later brass knuckles grazed my face.
"Shut up bitch." his voice was strong and angry.
I had reached my boiling point.
"Fuck you..." I said quietly.
Everything went silent, Chris looked up at me, he was covered in blood, his jaw still broken and so was his cheekbone. He was perpetually crying. And if I had been more human I would have realized that I was too...I had never stopped because I knew how this would end.
I decided that now was a good time to die after all. So I let my words fly like bullets. I let it be know that he was a nobody, a fucking loser, and that at this moment he, my torturer, was a shit superhero.
"Your more of a villain that I am..." I said at last.
I braced for impact, or a slice of my throat. I even looked to Chris, with my eyes I said I was sorry, that I loved him, and always will. And he looked back. He understood.
But instead of death, all I felt was the cold steel fall free from my body. I was pushed from the the chair, I landed face first on the cold concrete. My body was weak, but I was still able to turn over in time to see him fall into me. The tan gloves hands held me down, I screamed for Chris in my broken voice but he was still chained up.
"I'm going to teach you a fucking lesson bitch." the voice made me ill.
He pulled my blood soaked costume aside. He forced himself into me. Chris was screaming for him to stop. I felt so sick in this position. My torturer thrust into me. Angry tears streamed down my face. I tried to move my broken arm. But all I felt was a searing pain.
He pulls out. He comes on the floor. I feel sick to my stomach. I want to kill myself, but I'm to scared to move. He pulls me up as the other walks in.
"What happened here?" her voice cracks through the air.
"Taught her a lesson." he said glancing to the floor.
"Wow, your an asshole." she said grinning.
I was put back into my chain. Chris was staring at me. He was irate. I could tell that if he wasn't chained up, and most of his bones weren't broken he would go ape shit on him.
Blood trickled down my leg. I was raw. I screamed and cried until I coughed up blood. I felt used like I never had before. I tried to go back to me and Chris in the alley. He kissed my nose, and hugged me close. I looked up to Chris.
"I luff ew." he said. His jaw was mangled. But I could hear the love in his voice. It make me want to die.
