ACHILLES' HEEL
Warning: Violence, Angst galore etc. ALSO!!! THERE IS NON-CONSENSUAL SEX IN THIS CHAPTER!!! DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!!!!!
NB: I'm not one for writing SPC humour. I like to find the serious sides of their characters and expose them to the world. Lol. Also, don't expect each chapter to be too long.
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Chapter Two: Polly Esther
The giant robot came crashing down from the sky. Polly screamed out of shock and rushed over towards it, not noticing that she was completely alone. She could see an arm, covered in white armour, sticking out from underneath the huge pile of junk that had once been a proud fighting machine. And she knew exactly who that arm belonged to.
"SPEEDY! OH, GOD, SPEEDY!!! PLEASE SPEEDY, I LOVE YOU, DON'T DIE ON ME, PLEASE!!! I NEED YOU!!!" Polly fell to her knees and began to frantically move the large hunks of metal on top of whatever the arm may be connected to.
It was hard work, and several times, Polly had to stop because she either grew tired or managed to cut herself on a sharp piece of metal, but eventually, the body of Speedy Cerviche was unearthed from underneath the oversized metal scrapheap. His face, as well as most of his body, was covered in blood, cuts and bruises. His eyes were closed. Polly opened one, and a small sob escaped her throat when she realised it was slowly turning a dead grey, clouding over the once-bright blue. The amount of blood he was lying in also told Polly that there was no way he could still be alive.
"Speedy…I'm sorry!" She sobbed, cradling his lifeless body in her arms. "I'm sorry I never showed you the respect I should have. I'm sorry for all those times I abused you. I'm sorry I made you feel so unworthy. I'm sorry I never got to tell you I…that I love you! I always have!" For the moment, Polly couldn't think of anything more to say, so she just continued to embrace his body, her chest heaving with sobs. A low, whispery voice began to slip into her mind, mocking her with its poisonous words.
You're an idiot, you know that? Three years you've been in love with him, and never, not once, did you even hint to him about how you felt. Now he's dead, dead, DEAD and it's *so* easy for you to say those three little words, isn't it? But what's the point? A dead person can't love. Even if he had felt the same way, you're too late. You wasted so much time and energy in disguising your true feelings that he probably died believing that you hated him. How does that feel?
"No. He couldn't have thought that." Polly whispered, holding him tight to her chest as the tears continued to flow, but the doubts were re-ignited by the voice.
All those times you made him feel inferior, even though he was the leader. The amount of times you hit him over the head with heavy objects and slashed his face and chest with your claws, just because you were frustrated. What about how you constantly found reasons to put him down and squash whatever confidence he may have had? Of course he hated you, and you deserve it all. You're not worthy of Speedy's love and you know it.
Polly closed her eyes and allowed two final tears to slip down her cheeks. The voice was right. Every single thing it said was true.
Her unhappy thoughts were suddenly interrupted when she felt the body in her arms beginning to move. It was struggling against her, wanting to sit up on its own.
"Speedy?" Her violet eyes widened in shock as she moved back a little, giving him some room. Slowly he turned, and Polly screamed.
It was Speedy, but he certainly wasn't alive. His eyes were wide-open and completely dead grey in colour. No iris' or pupils, just one constant film of dead grey for each eyeball. Also, his canine fangs seemed to have grown dramatically, as they were protruding from his closed mouth to past his lower lip.
He made a quick move towards her, pinning her to the ground underneath him and pressing his mouth against hers. This should have been what Polly wanted, but it wasn't. This hard, icy body wasn't Speedy's warm, soft flesh and fur. The mouth with it's sharp, painful fangs threatening to pierce through her lower lip didn't belong to him. It was all wrong. So was the way his hands moved, claws extended as they ripped at the joining pieces of her armour, leaving her in nothing but her underwear and completely vulnerable underneath him.
Polly thrashed violently under the zombie-Speedy, trying to make him get off her. This wasn't how she envisioned her first time with him, or what she wanted either for that matter.
But why should it matter if *you* want this or not? Asked the voice poisonously. It was obviously enjoying her suffering Maybe you deserve to suffer under Speedy's ministrations for once, Polly. He had to suffer at your hands as well as the hands of others for the past three years. It's about time he decided to take revenge.
The claws ripped at the plain, pink bra she was wearing, then dug into the soft flesh that was her breasts, drawing blood and causing her to whimper in pain as she continued to struggle. The claws struck again, this time tearing off her plain panties with one swipe and leaving her completely naked and vulnerable underneath him. The whole time, those dead, grey eyes of the undead were staring straight into her eyes, boring right through into her soul.
Why bother to struggle? It won't make a spot of difference, and it's not like this is the first time this has happened to you. You deserved it the last time this happened, so why shouldn't you deserve it now? It's about time Speedy took revenge for the way you treated him in life.
"Please Speedy. No…" Polly could feel any physical and emotional strength leaving her body rapidly as he forced her legs apart. Then she threw back her head and let out a blood-curling scream of pain as he forced himself inside her…
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Polly's eyes shot open. The nightmare had returned again, for the first time in months. She knew by now that it was stupid to be so frightened and upset over something that had never happened, and, she told herself firmly, never would happen, but thinking that way never seemed to calm her down. Curling into a ball, Polly clung to her pillow like a small child and began to sob quietly like she always did after having her worst nightmare.
