Warning- this flashback kinda chapter, which is pretty long, contains blood, gore, rape, confusion, and fighting o.o;;;;;
Vixen walked down the street at a maddening pace. Her and her band had their first jig at a small club in a big city, she wasn't quite sure what city it was, since she had been asleep for the past two or three days in the back of their van.
Oh, yeah, her band. She had recently put together a band called "Fox Fire". She had met four guys at several different bus stations about six months ago, and they were all musicians, like her. She found an electric guitar on a bus one day, with a book on how to play it, and decided to keep them both.
She took to it almost instantaneously, learning chords and making up songs in a matter of minutes; it came kind of naturally. And then she met 'the guys', she calls them.
One, Dacca, was a big and man Jamaican man with long dreadlocks and a brightly colored muumuu with sandals and dark shades, and had a great personality, but what Vixen liked the most about him was his deep Jamaican voice.
Another one, Daniel, was a tall thin man with rumpled bright blue hair that stuck out everywhere, and a smile that would make any woman's heart melt. He usually wore blue cutoffs with a white camisole, showing off his tightened muscles.
He was also in love with Alex, a small blonde boy who teamed up with them a while back. The two had known each other for many years, and Alex, too, was head over heels for Daniel, but he was too shy to tell him just yet; and vise versa.
And her option about two guys loving each other? She thought it was sweet and cute, and not at all wrong. The way Daniel would smirk at Alex, and he'd blush to the tips of his ears. That always made her giggle, because she thought it was just too darn cute!
She had never figured out homophobes, I mean, what was so wrong? The fact that a guy likes another is supposed to be bad? Sometimes she'd have a little cartoon pop in her head, where she had every homophobe in the world, and had lined them all up, side by side.
She would then start at the end and run by them with her hand out, and slapping each one across the face. Heh. Everything was all peaches 'n cream. After their jig, the band was going to go to a motel and stay the night, but Vixen had decided to walk.
The balmy summer night was just perfect, except for the fact she was wearing really short clothes, since the boys suggested it because, well, that's how lady singers dress. Although she hated it, she wore it anyway so the guys wouldn't be disappointed.
Where her long red shirt had been was now replaced by black tank top with a kitty face on the front and her black shorts was now a black skirt. It wasn't so bad though, since she still wore her knee-high socks and big boots.
She felt uncomfortable from all the attention she was getting from the men on the sidewalks, and she felt like she was being followed, which was why she was walking so fast. She rounded the corner and walked by a big warehouse.
As she went by the open garage, she side-glanced into the dark place and slowed her pace when she saw five or more gleaming objects, and they appeared to be in some kind of swaying motion. Curiosity nipped at her mind, but fear overcame it when it looked like it was coming towards her
She started to run, but a man leapt out at her and put her in a headlock, then dragged her inside and closed the garage door. The whole place was pitch black for a moment, and then a light came on. The walls were a dull green and the warehouse was huge!
There were boxes upon boxes littered about, and there was a staircase to the left, leading to the door, but other than that the place was pretty empty. But Vixen couldn't see this however because she was too busy flailing around in the large mans grip.
She started to scream, but the man clamped a hand over he mouth to silence her. "Alright, he got someone!" came a voice and she stopped struggling to see four men standing in front of her, all holding assorted chains and ropes.
One man, supposedly the leader, strolled up to her and examined her face. He looked almost exactly like Johnny, only his eyes were different, and was wearing all leather, as was everyone else. He smirked and backed up a little. "This one will do,"
Vixen then started to fight once again, but the man who had her in a headlock was big and bulky. She opened her mouth and bit his hand, sinking her teeth into the flesh and the man hollered and let go, clutching his wounded hand.
She wasn't sure where to run to as she looked around quickly and 'squee-ed' when she saw all five men running toward her. She ran towards one and just as he was about to grab her, she slid under his legs and ran, jumping atop some boxes.
She went from one box-mountain to the next, until she lost her footing and fell onto the cold flooring on her back, boxes all falling down and landing on top of her. She groaned and tried to get up, but the boxes had her pinned.
"Enough of this!" Yelled the leader as he and his partners pulled her out from under the boxes and started to carry her upstairs, even though she was hurt, she still fought like a wild animal with a pack of firecrackers up its ass.
They opened the door and inside were a small office and a door that led to an adjacent room. They laid her down on the desk, legs dangling over the side and tied her hands down so she couldn't move. One put a blindfold while another put a chain around her neck.
"Get away from me ya fuckers!!!" She screamed vehemently, her mind wavering as she tried to quell her anger and fear. "Silence!" one shouted, yanking at the chain around her neck and she gagged as the cold metal tightened.
Vixen growled and blindly thrashed her legs about, grinning her herself as she kicked someone and heard them fall onto the floor. "Ugh, BITCH!" She heard the leader say as he backhanded her, splitting her lip pretty badly.
Two cold hands seized her ankles and she stopped completely, breathing heavily. She was totally beat, but she started to retaliate once more when she felt her clothes being ripped off, and got a punch in the stomach and a jerk of the chain. "Damn, what a diehard!"
Her legs were then tied down as well and the blindfold was removed, and the first thing she saw was all five men, two on each side of the desk and the leader looming over her nude body. He smirked at her and put a hand on her hip and Vixen fought the ropes as much as she could, even though they were starting to dig into her skin.
"If you stop fighting us right now, I promise we'll go easy on you," He purred, leaning down so that they were face to face, but she turned her head and scowled. "Oh come on, don't be like this," his voice was soft and seductive as he nibbled on her ear, but she quickly turned hr head and bit down on his cheek.
"Ow!" He reeled back and put a hand on his bleeding cheek, then he glared hatefully at her. "Fine, have it your way." He went over to a big bag that was lying on the floor, mumbling something about being stubborn.
He pulled out a knife and a pipe, then came back over to her with a maniacal look in his eyes, which frightened her, a lot, since he looked like Johnny so much. He could probably pass off as his twin! She knew Johnny wouldn't hurt her, but this guy…
He set down the objects down on either side of her, then started to unzip his pants as the other four men backed away from the desk, all murmuring to one another. She wanted to sink her teeth into his windpipe as she sucked on her bleeding lip, the metallic taste making her grimace slightly.
She then stopped as she stared at the leaders' erect member and squeaked in fright, but he grinned darkly and positioned himself at her opening as she started to tremor uncontrollably. He rammed into her with one mighty thrust and she screamed scratchily as the immense pain coursed through her body, awakening her every nerve ending.
Tears stung her eyes as he repeatedly impaled her and it felt as if he was ripping out her insides, as she couldn't stand to look at his lecherous face and squeezed her eyes shut. "Hey, open your goddamn eyes woman!!"
He bellowed, taking the pipe and jabbing her closed eye with it and it forced her eyes open as he worked the pipe into her eye socket, then pulled it back out, along with her very eye! Her terrified screams were muffled by one of the men
As the leader studied the bloody orb in his grasp, then looked down upon the diminutive girl as she cried tears of blood. He put the eye in a small pouch, then continued his onslaught on her as she convulsed and whimpered, lying there, helpless.
The world was spinning and she felt like throwing up, her eyes tightly closed as the rivulets of blood trickled down her right cheek. She wanted to pass out, to slip away from the mind-bending pain that was being inflicted on her, but her mind wouldn't allow it.
She nearly retched when she felt hot liquid rushing into her and leader-man grunted in pleasure and pulled out of her. "Aw man, you guys gotta try this one! She is so tight!!" She kept her eyes shut as she felt herself being jostled about, and she wished this night would end quickly.
Her crew found her the next morning in an alleyway behind a Dumpster; bruised, bloody, and naked. She was alive, but barely.
She was treated at the hospital, but the cops never found the gang who raped her. After that day, she had become cold and distant, and picked fights with men who looked at her in 'that way', getting herself arrested numerous times.
One man by the name of Rick had joined her and her crew. He didn't play any instruments, but he was good with numbers, and was well organized, so he became their manager. She didn't like him though, because he saw woman as an object, but we're getting off-track.
She now wore baggy clothes to hide her body from lechers, and tried to look as intimidating as possible. Her once cheerful disposition had now faded into the background, and she was now bitter and angry at the world around her.
But, the leader of that gang…he looked so much like Johnny, it confused her to no end. Without Kuro to soak up all her negative feelings and dreams, she had many nightmares about it, and it scared her. A lot. She couldn't tell dreams from reality anymore.
She often questioned herself, to ask herself if meeting Johnny was a bad thing, to ask if she was on the right path, to wonder if she will ever feel love again…
"Nothing." She said flatly, standing up. "Why won't you tell me?" Johnny yelled, and Vixen turned to look into his eyes. He noticed that her eyes were each a different color: one smoky gray, and one icy blue. "Because it's none of your business!" Her voice was quieter than his, since she didn't want to wake Squee, but twice as deadly. He growled and pulled out his knife, aiming it at her throat. "Tell me!" fire erupted behind her eyes and she grabbed his hand, wresting the knife from it.
She then kicked him in the jaw, punched him in the stomach, sweep-kicked him, belted him in the face, then grasping his arm and flinging him into wall, where he slowly slid down to the floor, leaving a trail of blood.
She glared down at his form, mixed emotions raging within her. She picked up his limp form and looked around till she found the backdoor and went outside to the back. She set him down on the swing set and draped her coat around him.
She berated herself again and again, telling her that this wasn't the guy, and becoming bewildered and she backed up, before turning and running.
Ugh!!! This chapter is wrong!!! So very wrong!! I hate myself for this disturbing chapter!! I've never written anything like this, so it might get confusing or something ;;; Oh, and near the end there, it's really confusing, but everything will be answered in later chapters okay???? Eeeerrraaaagghhhh !!!