Warning: May be some triggers for some people in this chapter. Then again, if anything does trigger you, probably not a good idea to be reading any of this fan fic.

Also, double update. split this chapter into two.

Amy

Amy turned, and saw to both her dismay and, worse, delight, that Vicky was walking into the room. She stopped and blinked, seeing Amy standing there.

"Ames? You okay?" She asked. Amy walked over to her and hugged her, and Vicky hugged her back. "What's wrong? You look like you've been crying"

"I'm sorry" Amy said, quietly, full of sorrow, then felt herself attack.

She at least ascertained that her sister had been unaffected by Queen, before her own power changed Vicky's brain. Even as she did that, she filled her sister with desire and lust. Too quickly for Vicky to truly notice what was happening.

And then she looked at her sister, and their lips met greedily.

Amy woke, feeling the warmth of her sisters naked body against hers. And horror and bile rose within her. She swung out of her sister's bed, backing away, staring at Victoria, still sleeping.

"Nonononononononono. Oh god no" she said, quietly so as not to wake Victoria. She shivered as the cold air hit her skin, or perhaps it was just in the sheer horror of what she had done.

She had to fix this. Make it right. Now she was... if not in her right mind, then in better mind that she had been last night without Queen fucking with her head. She approached, touching her sister, and changed the more permanent changes her power had wrought within the mind of her sister back again.

Sighing with relief when it was done, standing, and spending a moment to watch her sister sleep. Breathing softly. The rise and fall of her chest. Her angelic face, hanging open and the tiny drool emerging from it.

Then she fled to the bathroom, throwing up into the toilet. Emptying her stomach. Kneeling there, feeling the self disgust she had felt at herself for years reaching new levels. Beyond anything before. Tears streaming down her face half hidden by her hair as she sobbed out her misery.

She had raped her sister.

There was no other word for it. This was the sort of thing villains like Heartbreaker did. Toying with emotions. Forcing people into bed with them.

There was no hope now. She was a villain. Like her father before her. It really was in the blood.

She had no idea any longer why she had deluded herself into thinking she could be anything different. That she could be a hero. A force for good. This was clear to her now.

Vicky would never forgive her this. And Vicky was the only one who cared. Her only friend. Her only family. And she had poisoned it.

She was now truly alone, with no one to care about her.

With this thought, she made her decision.

Amy stood, shaky on her legs, and left the bathroom, heading for the kitchen. She brought three things back with her, and started to run the bath.

She blamed herself. For Queen had not been so cruel as to outright command her to rape her sister. No, it had been worse than that. All she had commanded was to act on her desires for one night only.

It had been all her. Her desires. Her fantasies. If she did not have these horrible, twisted, disgusting desires... These fucked up lusts...

Then this would never have happened. Victoria would be fine, and happy.

And she had ruined Vicky. Taken that most precious thing from her. Her precious innocence.

She had taken that perfect visage, and defaced it. Soiled it.

Dragged the angel down from heaven and into hell.

She took two of the items she had brought from the kitchen in hand. A pen and paper, and then wrote a simple message; "I'm sorry".

She wasn't sure who she was writing it to, if she was honest. Aunt Sarah? Carol? Mark?

Herself?

Vicky?

Maybe all of them.

Maybe none of them.

She turned off the taps and climbed into the bath. She hadn't put any clothes on since last night, so there was nothing to take off. They were still on Victoria's floor.

She took the third and last item from the kitchen in hand, and looked at it. It was a kitchen knife, and quite a sharp one as well. She remembered Vicky cutting herself with it when they were both cooking together, and Amy rolling her eyes and healing her. Carol and Mark had been out. Something about trying to help with Mark's depression.

Amy's eyes filled with tears over the reminder of what she had just destroyed.

Maybe without her, Carol, Mark and Victoria could be the family they always should have been. Happy. Loving. Together.

The pain of her wrists being slit made her hiss. But then she enjoyed the pain. It was her punishment after all. For being like this. For being a disgusting, perverted, deviant rapist.

She put the knife down, and lay back in the bath. Watching her life drain from her.

She then looked up, staring at the ceiling. Her tears staining her face.

She had lost everything last night. Her innocence. Her precious rules. The right to call herself a hero. Vicky.

Victoria would want nothing to do with her now.

She was worthless.

A villain.

If not death, then the only place for her was the birdcage now.

Her consciousness fading as she bled out.

Wouldn't be long now.

Just before she lost consciousness completely, she heard the door shatter, and Carol's voice shout out, as if from far away "Amy? Amy! Mark, quick call an ambula..."

Sooooo, yeah. this is probably the most fucked up thing I have written yet. Why can't Amy ever have nice things? Poor Amy. Fucked in canon, and fucked here. Part of me wonders if this is the line that people will think I have crossed, and make me lose readers. Sophia is a justified victim. We enjoy her suffering because of how horrible a person she was. Amy though? Amy is a victim in canon and here. And really, she has done nothing wrong.

Hell, it is a popular fan theory that Victoria's aura is the entire reason she is in love with Vicky.

Yet I seem to enjoy seeing her suffer. Perhaps it is just the dominant in me. Or the evil Bastard.

On another note, I have noticed a lot of the reviews commenting about the psychic helmets. Just to clear up if it was not clear from last chapter, they are something that Armsmaster has to personally maintain. They are his invention, after all. And without him putting in the hours, they will break down. Hours he cannot afford to put in normally. They are merely a stop gap measure. And as to their canonity, they mainly serve as something that Queen cannot get through. Some way to increase the threat to her.

Still, hope you guys decide to stick around after this fucked-up chapter. Until next time.