{Note: This will be the last thing from me for about a week or so. I'm
going on vacation and wanted to finish this before I did. I'll be writing
the next installment (fic #6) of Cachez-Moi Loin when I get back. Now, as
for this fic, there is a scene that is rather questionable. I think most of
you will probably cheer Psymon on, but it's not a pretty scene. I wrote it,
trying to keep the rating at R, but if anyone thinks it needs to be
changed, then please feel free to email me (it's in my user info) and ask
me to up the rating to NC-17. I'd also appreciate not recieving flames,
even though i know I'll probably be getting quite a few, but I wrote this
chapter with the intent of showing that people can only be pushed so
far...and insanity spreads easily. Thanks to everyone who's stuck with the
series so far and I hope you enjoy the next group of fics I'll be writing
for it. I promise not to make you all go too crazy with anticipation for
the next fic. Thanks again, everyone.}
Psymon leaned against the wall, sighing, as Marisol undressed. He closed his eyes, not wanting to watch. He didn't want to be here in her bedroom, on her tour bus. He wanted to be with Zoe, curled up together in bed, but Marisol would tell Zoe about the kiss he'd shared with Mac if he left. He knew she'd probably embellish it as well making it sound as if he had sex with the boy. He felt hands on his chest and opened his eyes, looking down at Marisol.
"Well? Get undressed," she ordered. Psymon frowned, pushing off from the wall. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it on a chair, then began undoing his pants. Marisol shooed his hands away and unbuttoned his pants for him. Her eyes widened at the ring piercing his flesh just above his pubic line. "So, this is what everyone's been talking about, eh?"
"Sweet mercy mayhem," Psymon grumbled, letting his head rest back against the wall. "I am going to have to have a talk with that girl."
"Oh, it's not that big a deal, Psy," Marisol answered, unzipping his pants. Psymon pulled back from her, still not wanting anything to do with her. Marisol pulled the front of his pants down, freeing his member. "Don't tell me your getting shy now. Oh, my, you do like metal, don't you. Tell me, did that one hurt?"
"No, not really," Psymon said, pressing back against the wall to get as far away from her as possible. He really wasn't comfortable with her handling his genitals and especially not with her toying with his Prince Albert piercing. Marisol chuckled.
"Finish undressing, Psymon," she said, backing up and sitting on the bed. Psymon sighed, then knealt down and removed his shoes and socks. Standing up once again, he pushed his pants down, letting them drop to the floor, then stepped out of them. Marisol's eyebrows went up. "Well, you certainly are a big boy, aren't you?"
"Can we just do this with out the running commentary? I just want to get it over with," Psymon growled.
"You think I'd let you off that easy? This is just the begining, Psy," Marisol said, smirking. "You're mine now."
Raven walked across the camp to Elise and Kaori's bus, then knocked on the door. After a moment, Kaori answered the door and smiled at him. She moved to let him come in, but he shook his head, motioning for her to come outside.
"What is wrong, Karasu?" Kaori asked, taking his hand in hers.
"Nothing, bird, I just wanted to talk to you, but Elise isn't fond of me," Raven answered. "Doesn't surprised me, none of the league is all that fond of me."
"I am fond of you," the girl retorted.
"Well, you're an exception to the rule," Raven replied, chuckling. "I don't even know why you bother with me."
"You are interesting. You are different from the others," Kaori said.
"I'm just like Psymon and Zoe," Raven said. "Tough, mean, ill- tempered, tattooes and piercings, and I don't like people. I hardly stand out in the league, bird."
"There is still something different about you," she replied. "It's like you are mahoteki."
"Bless you," Raven answered. Kaori bapped him on the shoulder.
"I did not sneeze, baka," she laughed. "Mahoteki mean 'magical'. That's what you are. You are not cut from the same cloth as others, as Luther would say."
"No, I guess I'm not," the young man answered, sitting down on a bench. Kaori sat next to him, snuggling close. He put his arm around the girl, hugging her. "You're a sweet girl, Kaori. How would you say it..um, bishoujo?"
"That mean 'pretty girl,' Karasu," Kaori said, smiling.
"Well, you're that, too. I don't get it, lovely. I scare you, and you still try to be around me. Why?" Raven asked. Kaori shifted so she could look up at him.
"Because I like you," she answered simply, then put her hands gently on his cheeks and kissed him. Raven put his arms around her, kissing back. He felt her hands move down to his chest and pulled back from her. Kaori just looked up at him. "You don't like kissing me?"
"Oh, no, I do," Raven replied. "I just don't know why you'd want a punk like me."
"Maybe it's the labret," the girl answered playfully, tapping Raven's lip ring. She moved her hand up and brushed his reddish-brown bang out of his eyes. "Or maybe it's the long hair. Perhaps your beautiful eyes. I do not know, Karasu. I enjoy your company, isn't that enough?"
"It's everything. I just don't think I'm the kind of guy you'd want to take home to your parents, though," Raven said softly. Kaori shrugged, then leaned against him, putting her head on his chest.
"They do not dictate my feelings for people. Besides, they are easy going," she said, "they won't be put off by you."
"I don't care what they think of me. I never cared what people had to say about me, but I don't want them thinking ill of you, bird," Raven said softly, bending down a bit and resting his chin on her head. Kaori put her arms around him, under his jacket.
"I does not matter to me what they say. I have you, that is all that matters," she murmured, snuggling against him. Raven hugged her tight, pulling his jacket around her.
"Oh, say anything about me they like, but no one talks bad about me girl," Raven said defiantly. Kaori laughed, a musical sound to Raven's ears.
"Your girl? When did that happen?" Kaori asked, poking him playfully.
"Um...now, I guess," Raven answered. The Japanese girl tilted her head back and looked at him. Raven smiled, then leaned down and kissed her.
"So, you okay with the results, Zoe?" Brodi asked, giving her a shoulder rub. The punky woman just sighed.
"No. I'd rather it be Psymon's," she answered.
"She will be, if you let him be the father," Brodi replied. "Just because he's not her biological father doesn't mean he can be her dad."
"I know, but I doubt Hiro will go for that. The man is ego personified. He's worse then JP," Zoe said.
"Now, now, he can't be that bad. You were willing to give him another chance," the surfer replied, kneading the knots out of Zoe's neck and shoulders. "I think if you talk to him, maybe he'll understand your feelings and what you want."
"I doubt it," Zoe said, giving a soft groan of pleasure as her muscles relaxed. "He prides himself on his possessions. To him, the baby will just be one more thing he owns. He won't let Psy raise her. I don't know if you picked up on it at the benefit dinner, but he doesn't like having lost me to someone he deems as scum."
"Psy's a good guy," Brodi replied. "I'm sure if the two of them talked, Hiro would be okay with him. Besides, Psymon loves you, and he's never do anything to hurt you and you'll just have to use that to show Hiro that Psy would be a good father and would take care of you. When push comes to shove, Psy's always going to be there for you, Zoe."
Psymon paced by the bed, trying to work up the nerve to do what Marisol was demanding. He'd kept his distance from her, not wanting to have sex with her, but he knew the sooner he got it over with, the sooner he could go back to Zoe. That was idealistic anyway. He knew Marisol was right. It was only the begining. If he gave in now, he'd never be free. He refused to be a prisoner to anyone. He looked at Marisol, sitting there naked. She'd been watching him, waiting for him to get around to it.
"I can't do this," he said. Marsiol frowned.
"I can see that. You've been pacing in front of a beautiful naked woman for about ten minutes and still have not become aroused," she said tauntingly. "Perhaps I should get Mac to come in here so you can get it up long enough to have sex. You seem to be turned on by him easily enough."
"I was turned on by the kissing," Psymon snarled. "I'm sorry if the thought of fucking a whore doesn't exactly do it for me."
"I am no whore, hÃbrido," Marisol hissed. She reached out, catching hold of the ring that pierced the head of his member and gave a sharp yank, pulling him toward her. Psymon cried out in pain, stumbling toward the bed. Marisol let go and laughed, seeing Psymon's erection the pain had brought on. "Well, is that all it took?"
"Bitch," Psymon spat. "I've had enough of this. You want it so bad, fine, but we do it on my terms."
Marisol's eyes widened, but the realization of what he was saying came too late. Psymon back-handed her, sending her back on the bed, then climbed on top of her. He grappled with her a bit, then finally pinned her arms against her side using his thighs. He looked down at her, straddling her small body, and smirked. The woman struggled under him, but couldn't break free. Psymon's reasoning left him as he pulled back a fist and began hitting her, beating her about her face and upper body. His rage bubbled deep in his viens, fed on aggrivation and annoyance. He moved back, forcing Marisol's legs open, then pinned her down again. Marisol managed to get one hand free and slapped him, leaving a scratch across his cheek. This only enraged the Canadian more and he forced her hands above her head, holding both wrists in one hand. Blood, his blood, dripped onto her naked breasts as he glared down at her.
"Please, Psy, don't do this," Marisol begged. Psymon laughed, a bitter sound in his own ears.
"It's what you wanted, Marisol, isn't it?" he asked, voice barely above a growl. He roughly entered her, ignoring her cries and pleading. His thoughts became muddled as the voices roared in his skull. He was wrath personified at that moment. He was only aware of two things during his furious thrusting, the fire of anger that had been fanned by Marisol's constant unwanted advances and making her regret ever threatening to seperate him and Zoe. He would not be treated like a mere animal, a pet. He cried out, voice almost a roar, in triumph and gratification, then backed away, getting off the crying woman. He watched her curl up into fetal position, lips curling into a sneer. She was pathetic. To think she could ever tame him, that he could be tamed, was pure insanity. Psymon walked around the bed, and knealt down, looking at her. He smacked her hard on the head, making her look up at him. "Remember this, Marisol. I swear if you ever try to pull this shit with me again, or threaten to use any of the others against me in any way. I won't stop at beating you or raping you, I'll kill you and leave your naked, ravaged corpse strewn in pieces across what ever track we're at. You think I'm some animal? Well, you're right, I am...and the beast within is pissed. You come near me again, or breathe a word of this to anyone, you're dead, understand? I'd leave it at you got what you want and just be grateful I didn't tear you in half doing it."
Marisol whimpered, shrinking back from Psymon. He smirked and smacked her again for good measure, then stood up and put her blanket over her, tucking her in. He walked to her bathroom and cleaned up, making sure there were no traces of her blood or other fluids on him. He looked up in the mirror and saw his father's eyes, full of cruelty, staring back at him. Instantly hate filled him, hate for himself and hate for what he was becoming. He slammed his fist into the mirror shattering the cold gaze watching him, then leaned against the sink, panting. In the bedroom he could still hear Marisol's soft crying, but he still felt nothing but pleasure at having been the one to cause it. He washed his hands, making sure there were no shards of glass embedded in his hand, then wrapped it in some gauze he found in her cabinet, securing it around his cuts. He walked back out and looked at the woman, but still felt nothing but contempt.
Psymon didn't know if he'd ever feel remorse for what he had done, or if he really ever cared to. He got dressed, then walked over and looked at Marisol, who was trying to hide und the covers from him. He laughed bitterly and reached down, stroking her cheek, then slapped her. He stood up and dug out a dollar from his pocket and tossed it down on her nightstand.
"Here, whore, I've paid for the good time," Psymon said, voice dripping with hate and dispisement. "We're even." He walked out, smirking at the fresh sobs that racked Marisol's body now. He opened the door and slipped out into the night. Fitting, he thought, looking out at the darkness. Marisol had wanted a piece of him, and he had given it. Only, it wasn't what she had wanted...not truly. She had wanted his body, what he had between his legs, but he had given her his humanity. He leaned against the side of the bus, lighting a cigarette. The animal had won out and Psymon had lost a piece of himself. For all he had suffered through as a child, he had never raised a hand to another person with intent to kill and he had never hurt a woman with sex before. He knew all too well the damage rape and abuse did to a person's body, mind, and soul. He just didn't know the attacker was damaged, too. He blew the smoke into the night air, watching it rise to meet the stars. So, he had given in and become the monster everyone thought he was, the worthless piece of shit his father had always told him he was....and he no longer cared. Marisol deserved whatever pain she got from causing harm to people, Psymon was just pissed that it had finally fallen on him to teach her that lesson. He pushed off from the bus' side and walked back to his winnebago, flicking his cigarette into a puddle.
Garibaldi...his place of change. He'd plunged onto powerlines not far from the course, changing his mind into an asylum of leering voices. He'd discovered that he was human afterall when he confessed his love to Zoe on that ridge only just months ago, changing his life from one of darkness and pain into something bright and beautiful. Now...now he had learned he was a monster afterall, filled with rage and hate. His life had changed in that moment, becoming something ugly and bitter. He stopped and looked up at the stars again but they no longer twinkled, accepting him as they had the night he'd fallen from the cliff in Alaska. No, those stars didn't want him anymore. Now they only laughed and accused him of what he was, a rapist and a monster. Those stars would never look magical and beautiful again, they were only cold balls of light now. Psymon sighed and walked to the winnebago, then entered. He walked to the bedroom and undressed. Slipping into bed, he never really noticed that Zoe wasn't there. His mind swam with the voices within, laughing and accusing, just like the stars outside. He closed his eyes, curling up into fetal position and cried for the loss of his soul. Eventually, he drifted into sleep and, for the first time in months, he lasped into a slumber of frightening nightmares.
End...?
Psymon leaned against the wall, sighing, as Marisol undressed. He closed his eyes, not wanting to watch. He didn't want to be here in her bedroom, on her tour bus. He wanted to be with Zoe, curled up together in bed, but Marisol would tell Zoe about the kiss he'd shared with Mac if he left. He knew she'd probably embellish it as well making it sound as if he had sex with the boy. He felt hands on his chest and opened his eyes, looking down at Marisol.
"Well? Get undressed," she ordered. Psymon frowned, pushing off from the wall. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it on a chair, then began undoing his pants. Marisol shooed his hands away and unbuttoned his pants for him. Her eyes widened at the ring piercing his flesh just above his pubic line. "So, this is what everyone's been talking about, eh?"
"Sweet mercy mayhem," Psymon grumbled, letting his head rest back against the wall. "I am going to have to have a talk with that girl."
"Oh, it's not that big a deal, Psy," Marisol answered, unzipping his pants. Psymon pulled back from her, still not wanting anything to do with her. Marisol pulled the front of his pants down, freeing his member. "Don't tell me your getting shy now. Oh, my, you do like metal, don't you. Tell me, did that one hurt?"
"No, not really," Psymon said, pressing back against the wall to get as far away from her as possible. He really wasn't comfortable with her handling his genitals and especially not with her toying with his Prince Albert piercing. Marisol chuckled.
"Finish undressing, Psymon," she said, backing up and sitting on the bed. Psymon sighed, then knealt down and removed his shoes and socks. Standing up once again, he pushed his pants down, letting them drop to the floor, then stepped out of them. Marisol's eyebrows went up. "Well, you certainly are a big boy, aren't you?"
"Can we just do this with out the running commentary? I just want to get it over with," Psymon growled.
"You think I'd let you off that easy? This is just the begining, Psy," Marisol said, smirking. "You're mine now."
Raven walked across the camp to Elise and Kaori's bus, then knocked on the door. After a moment, Kaori answered the door and smiled at him. She moved to let him come in, but he shook his head, motioning for her to come outside.
"What is wrong, Karasu?" Kaori asked, taking his hand in hers.
"Nothing, bird, I just wanted to talk to you, but Elise isn't fond of me," Raven answered. "Doesn't surprised me, none of the league is all that fond of me."
"I am fond of you," the girl retorted.
"Well, you're an exception to the rule," Raven replied, chuckling. "I don't even know why you bother with me."
"You are interesting. You are different from the others," Kaori said.
"I'm just like Psymon and Zoe," Raven said. "Tough, mean, ill- tempered, tattooes and piercings, and I don't like people. I hardly stand out in the league, bird."
"There is still something different about you," she replied. "It's like you are mahoteki."
"Bless you," Raven answered. Kaori bapped him on the shoulder.
"I did not sneeze, baka," she laughed. "Mahoteki mean 'magical'. That's what you are. You are not cut from the same cloth as others, as Luther would say."
"No, I guess I'm not," the young man answered, sitting down on a bench. Kaori sat next to him, snuggling close. He put his arm around the girl, hugging her. "You're a sweet girl, Kaori. How would you say it..um, bishoujo?"
"That mean 'pretty girl,' Karasu," Kaori said, smiling.
"Well, you're that, too. I don't get it, lovely. I scare you, and you still try to be around me. Why?" Raven asked. Kaori shifted so she could look up at him.
"Because I like you," she answered simply, then put her hands gently on his cheeks and kissed him. Raven put his arms around her, kissing back. He felt her hands move down to his chest and pulled back from her. Kaori just looked up at him. "You don't like kissing me?"
"Oh, no, I do," Raven replied. "I just don't know why you'd want a punk like me."
"Maybe it's the labret," the girl answered playfully, tapping Raven's lip ring. She moved her hand up and brushed his reddish-brown bang out of his eyes. "Or maybe it's the long hair. Perhaps your beautiful eyes. I do not know, Karasu. I enjoy your company, isn't that enough?"
"It's everything. I just don't think I'm the kind of guy you'd want to take home to your parents, though," Raven said softly. Kaori shrugged, then leaned against him, putting her head on his chest.
"They do not dictate my feelings for people. Besides, they are easy going," she said, "they won't be put off by you."
"I don't care what they think of me. I never cared what people had to say about me, but I don't want them thinking ill of you, bird," Raven said softly, bending down a bit and resting his chin on her head. Kaori put her arms around him, under his jacket.
"I does not matter to me what they say. I have you, that is all that matters," she murmured, snuggling against him. Raven hugged her tight, pulling his jacket around her.
"Oh, say anything about me they like, but no one talks bad about me girl," Raven said defiantly. Kaori laughed, a musical sound to Raven's ears.
"Your girl? When did that happen?" Kaori asked, poking him playfully.
"Um...now, I guess," Raven answered. The Japanese girl tilted her head back and looked at him. Raven smiled, then leaned down and kissed her.
"So, you okay with the results, Zoe?" Brodi asked, giving her a shoulder rub. The punky woman just sighed.
"No. I'd rather it be Psymon's," she answered.
"She will be, if you let him be the father," Brodi replied. "Just because he's not her biological father doesn't mean he can be her dad."
"I know, but I doubt Hiro will go for that. The man is ego personified. He's worse then JP," Zoe said.
"Now, now, he can't be that bad. You were willing to give him another chance," the surfer replied, kneading the knots out of Zoe's neck and shoulders. "I think if you talk to him, maybe he'll understand your feelings and what you want."
"I doubt it," Zoe said, giving a soft groan of pleasure as her muscles relaxed. "He prides himself on his possessions. To him, the baby will just be one more thing he owns. He won't let Psy raise her. I don't know if you picked up on it at the benefit dinner, but he doesn't like having lost me to someone he deems as scum."
"Psy's a good guy," Brodi replied. "I'm sure if the two of them talked, Hiro would be okay with him. Besides, Psymon loves you, and he's never do anything to hurt you and you'll just have to use that to show Hiro that Psy would be a good father and would take care of you. When push comes to shove, Psy's always going to be there for you, Zoe."
Psymon paced by the bed, trying to work up the nerve to do what Marisol was demanding. He'd kept his distance from her, not wanting to have sex with her, but he knew the sooner he got it over with, the sooner he could go back to Zoe. That was idealistic anyway. He knew Marisol was right. It was only the begining. If he gave in now, he'd never be free. He refused to be a prisoner to anyone. He looked at Marisol, sitting there naked. She'd been watching him, waiting for him to get around to it.
"I can't do this," he said. Marsiol frowned.
"I can see that. You've been pacing in front of a beautiful naked woman for about ten minutes and still have not become aroused," she said tauntingly. "Perhaps I should get Mac to come in here so you can get it up long enough to have sex. You seem to be turned on by him easily enough."
"I was turned on by the kissing," Psymon snarled. "I'm sorry if the thought of fucking a whore doesn't exactly do it for me."
"I am no whore, hÃbrido," Marisol hissed. She reached out, catching hold of the ring that pierced the head of his member and gave a sharp yank, pulling him toward her. Psymon cried out in pain, stumbling toward the bed. Marisol let go and laughed, seeing Psymon's erection the pain had brought on. "Well, is that all it took?"
"Bitch," Psymon spat. "I've had enough of this. You want it so bad, fine, but we do it on my terms."
Marisol's eyes widened, but the realization of what he was saying came too late. Psymon back-handed her, sending her back on the bed, then climbed on top of her. He grappled with her a bit, then finally pinned her arms against her side using his thighs. He looked down at her, straddling her small body, and smirked. The woman struggled under him, but couldn't break free. Psymon's reasoning left him as he pulled back a fist and began hitting her, beating her about her face and upper body. His rage bubbled deep in his viens, fed on aggrivation and annoyance. He moved back, forcing Marisol's legs open, then pinned her down again. Marisol managed to get one hand free and slapped him, leaving a scratch across his cheek. This only enraged the Canadian more and he forced her hands above her head, holding both wrists in one hand. Blood, his blood, dripped onto her naked breasts as he glared down at her.
"Please, Psy, don't do this," Marisol begged. Psymon laughed, a bitter sound in his own ears.
"It's what you wanted, Marisol, isn't it?" he asked, voice barely above a growl. He roughly entered her, ignoring her cries and pleading. His thoughts became muddled as the voices roared in his skull. He was wrath personified at that moment. He was only aware of two things during his furious thrusting, the fire of anger that had been fanned by Marisol's constant unwanted advances and making her regret ever threatening to seperate him and Zoe. He would not be treated like a mere animal, a pet. He cried out, voice almost a roar, in triumph and gratification, then backed away, getting off the crying woman. He watched her curl up into fetal position, lips curling into a sneer. She was pathetic. To think she could ever tame him, that he could be tamed, was pure insanity. Psymon walked around the bed, and knealt down, looking at her. He smacked her hard on the head, making her look up at him. "Remember this, Marisol. I swear if you ever try to pull this shit with me again, or threaten to use any of the others against me in any way. I won't stop at beating you or raping you, I'll kill you and leave your naked, ravaged corpse strewn in pieces across what ever track we're at. You think I'm some animal? Well, you're right, I am...and the beast within is pissed. You come near me again, or breathe a word of this to anyone, you're dead, understand? I'd leave it at you got what you want and just be grateful I didn't tear you in half doing it."
Marisol whimpered, shrinking back from Psymon. He smirked and smacked her again for good measure, then stood up and put her blanket over her, tucking her in. He walked to her bathroom and cleaned up, making sure there were no traces of her blood or other fluids on him. He looked up in the mirror and saw his father's eyes, full of cruelty, staring back at him. Instantly hate filled him, hate for himself and hate for what he was becoming. He slammed his fist into the mirror shattering the cold gaze watching him, then leaned against the sink, panting. In the bedroom he could still hear Marisol's soft crying, but he still felt nothing but pleasure at having been the one to cause it. He washed his hands, making sure there were no shards of glass embedded in his hand, then wrapped it in some gauze he found in her cabinet, securing it around his cuts. He walked back out and looked at the woman, but still felt nothing but contempt.
Psymon didn't know if he'd ever feel remorse for what he had done, or if he really ever cared to. He got dressed, then walked over and looked at Marisol, who was trying to hide und the covers from him. He laughed bitterly and reached down, stroking her cheek, then slapped her. He stood up and dug out a dollar from his pocket and tossed it down on her nightstand.
"Here, whore, I've paid for the good time," Psymon said, voice dripping with hate and dispisement. "We're even." He walked out, smirking at the fresh sobs that racked Marisol's body now. He opened the door and slipped out into the night. Fitting, he thought, looking out at the darkness. Marisol had wanted a piece of him, and he had given it. Only, it wasn't what she had wanted...not truly. She had wanted his body, what he had between his legs, but he had given her his humanity. He leaned against the side of the bus, lighting a cigarette. The animal had won out and Psymon had lost a piece of himself. For all he had suffered through as a child, he had never raised a hand to another person with intent to kill and he had never hurt a woman with sex before. He knew all too well the damage rape and abuse did to a person's body, mind, and soul. He just didn't know the attacker was damaged, too. He blew the smoke into the night air, watching it rise to meet the stars. So, he had given in and become the monster everyone thought he was, the worthless piece of shit his father had always told him he was....and he no longer cared. Marisol deserved whatever pain she got from causing harm to people, Psymon was just pissed that it had finally fallen on him to teach her that lesson. He pushed off from the bus' side and walked back to his winnebago, flicking his cigarette into a puddle.
Garibaldi...his place of change. He'd plunged onto powerlines not far from the course, changing his mind into an asylum of leering voices. He'd discovered that he was human afterall when he confessed his love to Zoe on that ridge only just months ago, changing his life from one of darkness and pain into something bright and beautiful. Now...now he had learned he was a monster afterall, filled with rage and hate. His life had changed in that moment, becoming something ugly and bitter. He stopped and looked up at the stars again but they no longer twinkled, accepting him as they had the night he'd fallen from the cliff in Alaska. No, those stars didn't want him anymore. Now they only laughed and accused him of what he was, a rapist and a monster. Those stars would never look magical and beautiful again, they were only cold balls of light now. Psymon sighed and walked to the winnebago, then entered. He walked to the bedroom and undressed. Slipping into bed, he never really noticed that Zoe wasn't there. His mind swam with the voices within, laughing and accusing, just like the stars outside. He closed his eyes, curling up into fetal position and cried for the loss of his soul. Eventually, he drifted into sleep and, for the first time in months, he lasped into a slumber of frightening nightmares.
End...?