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Chapter 22
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"Morty..." Regular-Rick 2 breathed as he rushed over to the Morty's side. The boy was lying limply near the edge of a large bed that no doubt belonged to The Sultan. He was completely undressed, which allowed Rick to see just how injured the poor kid was. He had harsh welts all over him, and the bruises from before looked even worse now since some time had passed. He looked like he had been through hell.
Regular-Rick 2 and the other Ricks were actually on their way over here to tie up some loose ends when they received an urgent message from the Morty Safe Haven. Apparently Morty's Rick portaled into the boy's bedroom and stole him. Morty's room mate alerted the Rick on duty and he called Regular-Rick 2, Scar-Cheek Rick, and Fat-Rick... Then Regular-Rick 2 used one of his last portal gun charges to come straight here.
Unfortunately, he didn't know which room Morty was in, so he had to kill quite a few guards along the way while searching the building... but he couldn't exactly say he regretted it considering hew knew a sickeningly large portion of the castle's staff seemed to be sexual predators.
He finally found Morty in here, immediately and without question shot The Sultan with his laser gun, and was now left to tend to this terribly sad, very likely traumatized, very obviously injured version of his grandson.
Shrugging out of his lab coat, Rick placed it carefully over Morty in an effort to shield his dignity what little he could, then put his hand over Morty's heart, wanting reassurance that the boy was still alive and breathing. He felt a quick heartbeat and subtle rising and falling of the boy's chest.
"Morty, you're gonna be okay... We're going to get you outta here..." Rick breathed, placing his second hand on Morty's cheek.
Morty didn't say anything back, didn't flinch, groan, or whimper. He just lay there, completely still, completely silent. His eyes were closed, but tear streaks were visible on his face. He had strange purplish welts all over his chest, arms, and thighs. Most of them seemed concentrated toward his groin, without actually being directly on his genitals. They were different than the bruises he had from before, which were still visible underneath.
"God damn it..." Rick breathed, examining one of the visible welts. They each looked so precise, so concentrated to a sort of pin-point-specific area the size of a golf ball. This wasn't from being hit or kicked... They almost even looked like burns... Was it electrocution? Electric burns? Had this son of a bitch deliberately electrocuted Morty? Over and over... purposefully doing it right on his inner-thigh, lower pelvis, almost on his buttock... The fucking prick probably moved whatever tool he used around, judged Morty's reaction, and hurt him wherever he seemed the most scared to be hurt.
"What the fuck did he do to you?" Rick whispered, knowing Morty wasn't going to answer. Rick swallowed nervously and put his hand on Morty's shoulder, then moved his lab coat slightly up over Morty's thighs, pushing his leg carefully to the side to look for any obvious signs of serious trauma there - anything sexual having been forced on him.
He saw no blood, no fluids... None of the harsh welts were visible there. He certainly wasn't going to perform a thorough examination, but from here, it didn't seem like Morty was hurt at least. If The Sultan did do something, Rick couldn't tell what it was... Of course, that didn't mean nothing happened. Morty's underwear was on the floor near the bed. When Rick barged in here, The Sultan was hovering over the boy, between the kid's legs, forcing them open, either in the middle of doing something horrible, or getting ready to do something horrible. Rick fucking hoped he was only getting started. He had heard Morty screaming, but Morty didn't only scream when he was hurt. He could have just been scared.
Frowning, Rick ran his fingertips over a purple welt on the inside of Morty's thigh. There were about a dozen of the circular purple marks on Morty's skin. They looked so painful, especially the ones on more sensitive areas, like the ones near his groin.
"That son a bitch..." Rick growled. Morty didn't deserve this... How could someone do this to such an innocent person? Morty was so scared, sweet, gentle, nervous... How could someone see him and want to cause him needless pain?
Rick frowned, wrapping Morty up in the coat and picking his limp body up in his arms. "Let's get the fuck out of here..." He breathed, hugging Morty close.
Rick growled under his breath when he realized he'd left his portal gun in his lab coat, which he'd wrapped around Morty. "Fuck..." He muttered, trying to hold Morty up with just one arm as he felt around in the coat.
"Hey! What the fuck-" Another Rick's voice grumbled as he made his way into the room. "That's not yours. Give him back." The other Rick demanded, pointing a laser gun up toward Regular-Rick 2.
Regular-Rick 2 glared at him, but hugged Morty close against his chest. "Rick Q-405?" He stared.
"Yeah. Why? You one of my Morty's new BFFs? One of those weird, Morty-collecting fuckin' freaks who kidnapped him? He doesn't belong to you." Rick Q-405 growled.
"He doesn't belong to you either. We didn't kidnap him. We saved him from you and these fucking perverts you sold him to. So fuck off and put down the god damned gun." Regular-Rick 2 stared.
"Is that what he told you? That he's an innocent fucking victim in all this? That mean old Grandpa Rick sold him as a sex slave? That he's a perfect, sweet little angel and I'm just so cruel and awful for no good reason? Poor baby..." Rick Q-405 stuck his lower lip out in a mock-pout.
"Are you saying you have a good fuckin' reason for dislocating his arm and fucking selling him to a child molester?" Regular-Rick 2 frowned. "Are you serious right now?"
"He was being a disrespectful fuckup. He lost all my money... After I warned him to be careful, by the way... He can't claim I didn't give him plenty of warnings, but he got himself lost and then lost my money... Nearly got himself fucking killed before these people risked their lives to save him. We had to pay for these orbs somehow, and The Sultan wanted him. It's his own fault... He just had to hold onto my money, and he didn't. It was his screw up. He deserved to pay the price for it." Rick Q-405 shrugged.
Regular-Rick 2 shook his head. He could barely believe this, and it didn't seem like it was going to be worth his time to try to talk any sense into this guy. "No child deserves to be raped, Rick... No person does... No one does. No one deserves that, no matter what they fucked up. I can't believe you're rationalizing this... There's nothing he could have done to deserve that."
Rick Q-405 shrugged. "We'll just have to agree to disagree. I'll take him now. Thanks."
Regular-Rick 2 shook his head again. "No." He refused in a low voice.
The other Rick let out a very forced laugh. "Um... Did you just fuckin' say no? I wasn't asking a question. This is my fucking Morty... It's not up for debate. He's mine, so I'm automatically entitled here. Get your own. This one's mine. I'll fuckin' shoot you... I don't care if I accidentally hit him. I'll do it anyway..."
"Just let him go then... If you don't care if you hit him... Just let me take him... What the fuck's wrong with you?" Regular-Rick 2 breathed.
"What the fuck's wrong with you?" Rick Q-405 countered. "Why do you want him? He's not even yours... Did you lose yours or something? Need a replacement? Find one without a Rick. There's plenty out there. You should know. You can't have all of them. This is bullshit. You already stole dozens of 'em. I've been to your little Morty boarding school. Go have one of them jerk you off if you need it that bad. You can't take mine."
"You don't even give a shit about him." Regular-Rick 2 growled, holding Morty even closer as the boy let out a small, shaking breath and flinched slightly in his arms.
"And you do?" Rick Q-405 scoffed. "Just give him here. Stop trying to play hero so he'll blow you or give you a hand job or whatever the fuck you're after. Find one without a Rick. They're dumb enough... If you really want one, you can convince one to go with you. It won't even be difficult. This dumb little shit loves me, and I'm such a bastard to him." He laughed.
Regular-Rick 2 glared at the other Rick. No wonder Morty was so hesitant to trust the Ricks on the star ship. His Rick really was a terrible person.
"Hand him over and leave and I won't kill you... I'd normally just fuckin' do it, but I'm feeling generous." Rick Q-405 shrugged, holding one hand out as though expecting Regular-Rick 2 to just shove Morty off on him.
"Come on, Rick... I mean, I appreciate you killing The Sultan, but we had this under control. The guy wasn't really gonna hurt him until you all stole him and killed all of his soldiers and guards. He would have been really gentle. I know on Earth we've been conditioned to see rape as something really bad, but seriously... He'd have shoved a few fingers up his ass, maybe used his dick if he thought it could possibly fit, but I doubt he'd have kept going if it really hurt him. He didn't want to like kill him... He'd have done gentle stuff... jerked off his little dick, maybe had Morty do the same to him. It wouldn't have hurt him... He was being a fucking pussy. I'd have let this guy blow me for four energy orbs. Hell, I might let him do it for free. It wasn't a big deal until Morty freaked out. Do you realize how valuable those orbs are? Now I'm gonna have to kill the rest of the guards so they don't come after me... I mean, if you want to help me do it, you can have ten percent of whatever treasure we find in here... I'm keeping Morty though." Rick Q-405 went on.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Regular-Rick 2 glared. "You sold your grandson to a man you knew was a rapist..."
"Yeah... And?" Rick Q-405 stared back.
"And he's clearly fucking terrified by that. He's not you, Rick. You wouldn't mind some huge, intimidating fucker holding you down and grabbing your dick... He does. You knew he was completely terrified and you didn't give a shit. I'm not fucking giving him back to you." Regular-Rick 2 refused.
"Yes you are." Rick Q-405 growled, taking a step forward.
"No, I'm not." Regular-Rick 2 growled. "Maybe rape is not a big deal on this planet, but it is on yours... That's the same as his." He nodded down toward Morty. "It's a big deal to him... and you knew that. He begged you not to leave him, and you did it anyway. Twice. You knew he was scared."
"He's scared of everything." Rick Q-405 laughed. "Anyway, I don't need to fucking convince you. He's mine. End of story. Give him here."
"I won't." Regular-Rick 2 glared.
"You will." Rick Q-405 scoffed.
"No he won't." Scar-Cheek Rick's low voice spoke out from behind Rick Q-405 as he pressed his own laser gun up against the man's head.
Swallowing nervously, Regular-Rick 2 stared past Rick Q-405 at Scar-Cheek Rick, who looked extremely pissed, and very ready to pull the trigger.
"You don't really love him, Rick..." Regular-Rick 2 breathed. "Just let this go... You can have your energy orbs. The Sultan's not going to come after you if you just take them and go. You don't need him." He nodded down toward Morty.
Rick Q-405 let out a low growl as he glared at Regular-Rick 2, but didn't move his gun down. Maybe he was willing to die for this. "I don't need him. I fucking want him. He's not yours."
"He shouldn't be yours either. He's not your fucking property. He's a person. A sweet, innocent scared little person who only ever wanted you to fucking love him." Scar-Cheek Rick growled.
Rick Q-405 scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Why the fuck would I love him? Do you actually like this shit?" He nodded toward Regular-Rick 2 and Morty. "You get off on having some dumb, weak little screw up following you around, crying and whining constantly? You guys wanna take him back to your little Morty hangout, pet him like a dog... Take a fucking shower with him, pretend he needs your help so you can rub all over him... I mean... What the hell kinda gross shit are you aiming to do? If you're not using him to get shit done, you want him for something even worse, you sick fucks..."
"You sold him to a rapist..." Regular-Rick 2 reminded him.
"Yeah. For energy orbs." Rick Q-405 laughed. "How many fucking ways do I have to say it? It's really not your business what I do with my Morty. You want to kiss and hug yours and suck their dicks? Go right ahead... I don't give a shit. But this one's mine, and I'm gonna do what I want with him. If a Sultan wants to molest him and give me really valuable shit for it..." He shrugged and laughed again. "How the fuck would I say no to that? It wasn't going to hurt him. It's sex. It's not the end of the world. I would have let him do it to me if that's what he wanted. I just want my fuckin' energy orbs."
Scar-Cheek Rick didn't even flinch at the other Rick's words. His stare remained cold and hard and his hand holding up his gun remained steady. "Get the fuck out of here, now, or I'll kill you. We're not discussing this anymore. You leave and you go on living, or you try to take him, and you fucking die. If you think letting somebody rape your grandchild is okay, I can't fucking help you... But I won't let you take him back."
Regular-Rick 2 felt his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at Rick Q-405, who was looking increasingly on-edge and agitated as he kept his laser gun pointed directly at Morty and Regular-Rick 2. Morty whimpered softly in Regular-Rick 2s arms, flinching slightly as though struggling to wake up from a nightmare. He choked out a tiny, shaking groan, like he was in a lot of pain. He was trembling too, more and more as he struggled to wake back up.
Regular-Rick-2 held Morty securely against his chest. "You'll be alright, Morty... We're gonna get you out of here..." Regular-Rick 2 whispered. There was no fucking way he was giving Morty up to this man. He would die first.
"Give him here, motherfucker." Rick Q-405 growled. "It's not up to you what I do with him. You're not the fuckin' Morty police. He's mine. If I want to lend him out to a pervy sultan, that's up to me. He's a dumb little fuckup, pretty much useless. Offering nasty sexual gratification to some dumbfuck who thinks it's valuable enough to give me energy orbs for it is all he's good for. He belongs to me... I can rent him out like a tiny little prostitute if that's wh-"
He was suddenly cut off when Scar-Cheek Rick fired his laser, zapping Rick Q-405 into nothing.
Regular-Rick 2 felt his mouth drop open as he stared in shock. They had briefly discussed killing this Rick... but he kind of never felt like they were actually going to... He supposed Scar-Cheek Rick's decision to just end the man right here and now solved the biggest issue they had left to deal with though. The man wouldn't come after Morty again now.
"Come on." Scar-Cheek Rick grumbled, taking his own portal gun out of his coat and shooting a glowing green portal out in front of him. "Let's go... I'm blowing this whole place up. I'm so god damned sick of these nasty rapist fucks and enabling god damned perverts." He headed toward the portal, pulled a pin out of some sort of grenade Regular-Rick 2 didn't even recognize, and tossed it back into the room.
Regular-Rick 2 grimaced and quickly followed, portaling back to their star-ship before Scar-Cheek Rick's grenade went off.
"We don't have any loose ends to tie up anymore." Scar-Cheek Rick stated very matter-of-factly as soon as they were back on the star ship.
Fat-Rick frowned as he headed toward them. "What happened?" He noticed Morty in Regular-Rick 2's arms and immediately focused on him. "Jesus... Is he okay?"
"His Rick took him back to The Sultan. The Sultan must have electrocuted him with something... He's passed out... We've gotta make sure he's not hurt in a significant way..." Regular-Rick 2 breathed. "He's got welts all over him... He was undressed... I don't know what all The Sultan got to before I got there... I wish we got there sooner..."
"Blew up the castle. Sultan, Rick Q-405, and all the Sultan's gross fuckin' creep friends are gone now." Scar-Cheek Rick grumbled. "Bring him to Morty Room 2. There's a good first aide kit in there." He ordered, leading the way as Regular-Rick 2 and Fat-Rick followed.
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