In the Dark

By Lalita

Disclaimer~ Do I look like I own Megami Kouhosei?  No.  Do I actually own Megami Kouhosei?  No.  So don't try to sue me.

Summary~ Ikhny is tormented endlessly by Hiead, until…  *evil laugh*  Read to find out!

Author Notes~ * cheers*  Here we have the re-edited chapter six.  This means I am exactly where I left off before I started re-editing this, so I'm glad it's finally up to date!  Might I also remind people, this is my… *ahem* only second attempt at anything remotely like a lemon… *blush*  So, please bear with me!  *blush*  I must be insane, to have written such a scene…  *ahem*   Amazingly enough, this chapter, the one I had the hardest time re-writing, turned out to be the longest…  How odd.  ^^

Anyways, I would have posted this sooner, but my internet server hasn't been working, due to a stupid virus.  So, I apologize for taking so long.  Thanks to all my reviewers!  I would name all of you, but I haven't been online for awhile now, so it will have to wait for the next chapter!  *sniffle*  I hope you… well, think this chapter was relatively well-written…  I don't think anyone could get enjoyment out of reading it, as it's not very… pleasant…  *cough*  Well, I've wasted too much time!  On with the fic, as well as the REVIEWING!!!  *hint hint*  Suggestions are encouraged, in either a positive or negative fashion, as I am in desperate need of them.  ^^  Here, I'll say it once again: PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!

Chapter Six~ Triumph

            Deep down inside of GOA was a section most of the candidates and repairers were oblivious to- the cells.  These cells had housed many disobedient, dangerous, or disturbed people who inhabited GIS or GOA in the past, and now they were home to the perhaps the most threatening person of all: Hiead Gner.

            He lay on a dingy cot in a small, cramped cell, arms crossed behind his head and glaring at the ceiling.  His face showed no sign of the coldness he was feeling, although his arms did.  Shadows engulfed every part of him, for there was hardly any light this deep in GOA, with the exception of the pathways between cells.  It didn't matter, for Hiead had been placed in a " secure " cell, meaning there was a single door with a tiny barred window to look through. 

            His lips twitched into what suspiciously looked like a smirk.  It was really quite astonishing, how he was able to find something to laugh about while being stuck inside a cell and most likely being harshly convicted.  Not that any of that mattered to him, because he was certain he would be let go with nothing more than a warning. 

            He wouldn't have been thrown in the secure cell ward, had he not attacked one of the guards who came to get him.  He seriously hoped he had cause the bastard permanent damage.  Of course, judging from the way he had felt a rib or two shatter when he had kicked the guard, he was guessing the man would be out of action for a long time.  It served the idiot right for underestimating him, thinking he could be subdued by mere chains and words.

            It had come as an interesting, almost pleasant surprise that GOA had cells, and Hiead looked forward to putting one to his own, private use.  The possibilities were endless.  He could lock Enna's foolish repairer, or even Allecto in one.

            That was, if he ever saw Allecto again.  Make no mistake, he still believed she didn't have the guts to lock him up permanently.  True, he had been stuck in the cell for a week, being let out only when there was a VICTIM attack.  But there was still the faint possibility she could withdraw as his repairer and run away, like the coward she was.  The thought made his blood boil and were he not caged like some animal, he would have immediately sought her out. 

            The words of his former instructor, Azuma Hijikata, echoed around and around in his head, like permanent ghosts.  " Get used to the cell.  You'll be in one for a long, long time, Gner," the old fool had said while Hiead was thrown in by the security personal and unshackled. 
            Well, he was wrong.  Everyone might know he had raped Allecto, but that didn't mean he was going to get in trouble for it.  She would set him free, he knew she would.  It was just a matter of time...  And his patience was running short.

            Hiead drifted off to sleep, comforted by all the ideas forming in his mind to get revenge on his repairer for not getting him out sooner.  The bitch was probably enjoying her time away from him, and had most likely dallied in declaring his innocence.  Well, he would make sure she learned the fine points of speed and haste.  No sooner had he fallen asleep, though, two calloused hands shook him and a rough voice commanded, " Wake up, Gner!"

            Hiead awoke to the grisly sight of a man whose face held several pits, as if adolescence had not been kind to him.  The man also had foul, reeking breath and if Hiead was not mistaken, yellow teeth.  The guard's face was pinched with absolute disgust.  Hiead shook the man off of him and glared petulantly, then snarled under his breath, " Moron."

            The guard apparently heard him.  His gloved hands twitched, as if they yearned to slap him.  But he thought better of it and restrained himself- luckily.  If he hadn't, Hiead would have made sure the man would never be able to use his hands again.  The guard hefted him to his feet, opened the door, and shoved Hiead out.  He crashed headlong into the oncoming Azuma.

            Azuma grunted in pain, and Hiead straightened immediately.  He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, vastly amused when Azuma said, " Come on, pilot."

            " What?  I'm leaving so soon?  This place was starting to grow on me," Hiead replied sarcastically. 

            " Unfortunately."  Azuma looked at him, wearing the same look of revulsion and anger as the guard.  He snapped his fingers and started off down the dim hallway, like he was expecting Hiead to follow, like a dog. 

            Hiead's jaw clenched.  He was no obedient puppy.  He continued to lean against the wall, letting a bored expression play across his face.  The instructor wanted him to leave, that was fine by him.  But the damned idiot would have to make him.

            " Let's move it!" Azuma snapped, when he finally realized Hiead wasn't following him.

            Hiead didn't budge.  " Say please," he said, his tone expressionless. 

            Azuma's right eyebrow began to twitch rapidly in irritation.  " Cut the crap, Gner," he snarled, marching back to come up face to face with Hiead.  Hiead barely kept from flinching as the hot, acrid, cigarette scented breath of the man curled around him as effectively as smoke.  " You listen to me.  This is the only chance you're gonna get to haul your ass out of here.  You don't take it, you're stuck here for the rest of your miserable life," he taunted.  " So what's it gonna be?"

            Hiead growled in frustration and shoved Azuma away from him.  He stalked off down the hallway, leaving the old instructor to trail after him, this time.  Azuma fell into step beside him, and after a minute or so of heavy silence, he spoke again.  " Look, Gner."

            Hiead studiously ignored him.  The bored mask on his face was still in place, and he shrugged, as if nothing Azuma said could interest.  His mouth twitched as if wanted to smirk when he got a reaction, which was exactly what he had been hoping for.

            Azuma appeared to be restraining himself with difficulties.  His teeth were bared and his fists were clenched so tightly Hiead could see the veins working beneath his skin.  " If you think for one minute that anyone believes your story about what you did to that poor girl," he spat, " then you've got another thing coming."

            Hiead shrugged again.  " She confirmed it, didn't she?" he said casually, as if he were discussing the various ways to properly change the fuel cells on a Pro-Ing.  " So you're calling both of us liars?"

            " Anyone with half a brain knows she was beaten up too bad to have had it willingly," Azuma announced, frowning with intense dislike at Hiead.   He never liked the boy, not even when he was a candidate.  Hiead always had outstanding marks in battles, and had proved himself to be both ruthless and efficient.  But there was always something about the cold, demon eyed kid that had spooked him.

            " It's not my fault she likes it rough," Hiead replied, and didn't bother to hide the sneer that formed on his face.  Let the damn instructor believe what he wished, but either way, Hiead still got off, and nothing the fool said could change it.

            " You'd better get that look off your face before I slap it off," Azuma threatened, and Hiead couldn't help but smirk again.  The man really was idiotic, if he thought he could take Hiead in a fight. 

            But, eventually, he decided getting into a fight with a higher authority wouldn't do him well at that point.  He replaced the smirk with a chilling death glare and fixed it on Azuma.  " Better?" he asked, his tone growing as cold and frigid as ice.

.           Azuma didn't deem himself worthy to reply, and soon, he wasn't able to.  They had emerged into the chatter filled upper hallways of GOA.  They were engulfed by the crowds of repairers and candidates hurrying from their lunch to their lessons.  Hiead received several curious and wary stares, and all around him, people edged away to give him more than enough room to pass.  Hiead smirked.  The timid cowards were running like frightened little mice.

            Azuma caught onto his amusement and the muscle in his jaw flexed again.  After they had reached a side corridor, away from the prying ears and eyes of the students, he broke the ice by saying, " Even so, sexual relationships between a pilot and his repairer are strictly prohibited by the rules.  You're lucky you're not being thrown out just for that."

            Hiead withheld a laugh.  Those restrictions applied mostly to candidates and repairers, but once one stepped up into the ranks of the pilots, the rules were pretty much dropped.  Azuma had to be desperate to throw him out if he was fishing up that stupid rule.  " Then why aren't you throwing me out? Am I too good?" Hiead asked, although he knew the answer.

            " No one's too good," Azuma boasted, but Hiead knew he was lying.  The weaklings needed him too much to throw him out.  In a couple more seconds, they reached the private transporters to GIS.  Hardly anyone was around, with the exception of a few, wandering students who had the day off or had been locked out of class because they were too late. 

            " If I had it my way, I'd be sending you out to space, instead of GIS," Azuma informed him, pushing him inside.

            Hiead stumbled but did not fall.  " The feeling's mutual," he thought, but out loud he said, " Where's my repairer?"  He tried to adopt and innocent expression, as if he had no ulterior motive for wanting to know.

            Azuma's face hardened.  " She's already up there.  Dr. Rill was sent up to treat her.  They felt she was too fragile to transport."  He reached for the door, but before he closed it, warned " Don't touch her, Gner."

            Before he could slam the door shut in his face, Hiead said coyly, " She's my repairer.  I'll do whatever I want with her."

            " I'm warning you..."  The door was closed, the sleeping gas activated, and Hiead felt a rushing sensation to his head.  In the next few seconds his ears popped and he felt like his stomach was being pulled out through his ears.  He suspected Azuma had decided to transport him this way, instead of taking a shuttle, for the simple unpleasantness of it.  Slowly, he slid off to unconsciousness and did not awaken until he reached GIS. 

            The minute he stepped out of the transporter and emerged into the main room, the hard stares were set upon him.  Disapproving, angry, and scared stares were cast on him by every pair of eyes in the room. 

            But none of their glares could match the ferocity of the hateful look sent by Enna's repairer.  He could feel her presence almost instantly, her glare boring into the back of his head.  One by one, all the others filtered out of the room, but she remained.  She strode confidently in front of him, leaned up on her tip-toes, and smacked him with all the strength she could muster.

            Hiead staggered backwards.  He had not been expecting such an attack so early on.  Usually, the willful brat wasted time on yelling and screaming at him, as if trying to make him go deaf.

            His eyes narrowed and locked with hers in a silent battle of wills.  His red eyes burned with the fire of his malice, and her purple eyes had darkened to almost black with the force of her hatred.  Why she, or anyone else, for that matter, would care so much for Allecto was beyond him.

            " You bastard," she hissed, shoving him.  He didn't move an inch.  Aggravated, she swung a gloved fist at him, and Hiead did not attempt to dodge it.  It hit him squarely in the nose, and he tasted the sweet blood on his lips, trickling from his nose.

            Tolleyk, it appeared, was not done with him yet.  " How could you?" she demanded, taking another swing at him.  Hiead stepped out of its way and let her fist penetrate the air.

            Frustrated, she went in again, and likewise, Hiead dodged.  Instead of letting her get off so easily, however, he caught her fist and dragged her close to him.  Swiftly, he lifted his leg and kneed her in the stomach.  She gasped and panted and sagged in his arms, temporarily out of breath.  Some of the blood from his nose had begun to drip onto her hair, staining the top crimson.  " Careful, Tolleyk," Hiead murmured, his breath hot on her neck and the sudden thought of Enna's face if he were to see such a scene spurring him on, " or do you want to end up like Allecto?"

            He abruptly released her, a strong desire to see Allecto herself filling him.  He wanted to see how much he had broken her, destroyed her.  The idea of doing the same to Tolleyk was appealing, to say in the least, and would probably be much more challenging, but right then was not the time for it.  Later, he would make her pay for insolence and more...    

            Speaking of Tolleyk, she had managed to scramble as far away from Hiead as she could get.  She sat against the wall, eyes watering but still glinting with her anger.  " I hate you," she said, her hands shaking and voice hoarse.

            " Good."  Hiead walked away, laughing to himself.  He heard her muffled cries and curses, proving to him that she was just as weak as the rest of them.

            On his way back to his room, he made sure to pass by the small infirmary that served to nurse Allecto.  There were two large, wide glass windows located on either ends of the door in, and Hiead stopped to look through one.  He quickly scanned the room for his repairer.

            There she is...

            He found her almost immediately, as she was in the largest bed by the right side of the wall, and assessed how much damage he had done to her.  She looked so small and frail in the giant of a hospital bed, her ghostly, slightly waxy complexion almost blending in with the surrounding white.  The large, purplish bruises and red, angry cuts distinguish her from the rest of the room, and Hiead took a moment to recall how he had put each and every one there.  Her hand hung off of the side of the bed, covered with the marks he had inflicted. 

            Her hair lay limp and tangled around her face, as if she had recently been thrashing around in her sleep, like she had been plagued by nightmares.  Nightmares that he had created.  On her wrists, he saw welts that strongly resembled rope burns.  They had probably formed when he had tied her to the bed.  Of course, the original intention had been to cut off her circulation so that she could never use her hands, and so that he could get a new repairer, but now he was glad that hadn't happened. 

            He was filled with a demented surge of satisfaction and pleasure from seeing her lying on the bed, a beaten, shattered girl.  He had no wish to be rid of her, not then, not ever.  She was his.  He had done that to her, and he would do it again, if he pleased. 

            She's all mine...

            As if she could feel his eyes resting on her, she opened her own bloodshot ones.  Irresistibly drawn, like a moth to the flame, her eyes, dulled by her medication, traveled to the window where he stood.  At first, the sight of him did not affect her;  she was sleepy and most likely drugged up too much to care.  But as startled recognition filled her clouded mind, her eyes widened in shock.

            Fear...  He could feel the tension in the air, so thick he could practically smell it.  Allecto's chest rose and fell faster and faster, and the hand that had hung uselessly off the side of her bed reached up to clutch her throat.  Her body heaved as the depth of her breaths increased, and the motions sent the monitors at her bedside leaping to life.

            Her mouth opened in a silent scream, then closed, then opened again.  And this time, the real scream erupted, drowning out the rapid beeping of the monitors.  The lines on her heart rate leapt out of control, spiraling into huge crested mountains and falling into deep valleys.  Her scream seemed endless;  how such a small creature could emit a sound like that was beyond Hiead.

            Her screams were different from the ones in his room, before, when he had toyed with her so mercilessly.  Then, they had been like high pitched wails, but now, they were low and cracked with the obvious signs of unuse. 

            Just as quickly as her screams had begun, they quieted.  Allecto quivered in fear, and the tremors wracking her body made the sobs before seem mild.  Vaguely, Hiead realized that her fear of him had increased dramatically.  In fact, he'd go so far to say it had changed into a paralyzing fright that gnawed away at the edges of her sanity.

            Seconds later, nurses ran up towards Allecto's bedside, frantic with worry.  And, just as silently as he had come, Hiead left them to stabilize her, oddly put at peace after seeing his repairer.  She was still scared of him, and he felt gratified that her fear and obedience was constant.  It was something he could count on...  Something that was always there, and just seeing her, knowing she was still alive and terrified out of her mind by him, comforted him in a strange sort of way.

            Before he knew it, he had reached his room.  He entered soundlessly and the door slid shut behind him, automatically locking- a new feature he had made sure Allecto installed for him.  He was grateful for this convenience, as he didn't care much for intruders at the moment.  He would deal with the petty weaklings later, but what he did want to do just then was revel in his triumph.  He had finally done it.  He had finally, completely broken down Allecto, and the end result was better than he could have hoped for.

            " Triumph over what... a weakling?" a nasty, taunting voice in the back of his head mocked.  " Where's the pride in that?"

            Hiead glanced over to the mirror on the opposite wall.  It was plain and square, and just seeing the reflection in it goaded him beyond belief.  The voices continued to plague him, making fun of him, degrading him.  Hiead snarled and punched the mirror, as if destroying this object would chase away the voices.  The sharp bits of glass bit his skin, and droplets of blood steadily fell to the floor from various points on his right hand.

            It wasn't enough.  Hiead growled, knowing that only the screams and wails of a victim would satiate his lust for pain.  These whims had been denied to him for too long...  As a candidate, had anyone known of his activities, he would have promptly kicked out.  Thus, he had been reduced to biting back his anger and churning it into the bile that made him so fierce.  But since arising to the position of a pilot, he had been able to enjoy his power and abuse it often, as he was wont to do.  And now, his repairer, who was supposed to assist him, was lingering in the hospital ward, and it was driving him insane.

            You need weaklings like her to give you power, don't you...

            He let out a muffled yell of frustration and crashed into his bathroom, effectively breaking the only other mirror in his position.

            Don't try to lie to me...  You do need them...  You need her...

            Hiead clutched his head in his hands, his blood gleaming dully in his otherwise shining mass of silver hair.  The only light came from his room, and in a gesture of sheer rage, he broke it with his EX.  His hair floated softly, dancing around his face.  It had changed into the trademark color of an EX reaction, aquamarine, in an instant. 

            The stars twinkled merrily outside his window, giving just enough light to cast shadows on his face as he looked into the shattered remnant of his mirror.  Bitterly, Hiead wished he had the power to destroy them all, damned nuisances.     

            But even he had not the power to destroy a mass of gas millions of miles out of his reach- at least, not without being in is Goddess.  So, in hopes of calming himself down and tampering his temper, he remembered...

~*Hiead's Flashback*~

            Allecto was crying, which was not unusual for her.  Her eyes were rimmed by red, a stark contrast to her chocolate orbs.  Even her nose, small, pert, and dotted by numerous freckles Hiead had not known she possessed, was red and puffy.  In the space of barely half an hour, she had transformed into a quivering, sniveling baby.  She looked worse than ever before, and Hiead told her so. 

            She was completely dismayed, he knew, but that fact did not stop her from her pitiful attempts to fend him off.  Her efforts were in vain and did not slow down Hiead in the slightest.  Rather, it excited him further.  Vaguely, he wondered why he hadn't thought of doing this to Allecto sooner. 

            She cried out and sent a swift kick to his groin, but he moved, and she missed, hitting his stomach instead.  He grunted, then drew back a hand and slapped her across the face, leaving a stinging, purpling mark.  She was useless...  All of her was useless.  " Give up, Allecto," Hiead hissed, raising his hand as if to slap her again.  " You can't win, and you know it."

            He chuckled evilly.  Allecto continued to fight him tooth and nail, but somehow, her fighting seemed more subdued.  Good.  That meant the idiot was admitting defeat. 

            He discarded her jacket and tossed it across the room, then ripped her shirt straight down the middle, peeling it away.  Her flesh, milky white and dotted with freckles here and there, jumped out to greet him.  Allecto's sharp intake of breath and strangled plea failed to reach his ears as he gazed upon her, hunger apparent in his eyes.  Her ribs showed plainly on her stomach, it was so sunken in.  She wore a simple white bra, with no lace or any of the other adornments the other girls so liked.

            On a sudden impulse, Hiead traced his long fingers up and down her side, sending goose bumps along the trail he created.  Her arms, he noticed, were covered by faded yellow bruises.  But the rest of her skin looked as if it had never been touched...  He would make sure he was first, and the only.

            He leaned down and bit her ear, none too gently.  She let out a yelp of surprise and twisted away from him.  Hiead smirked, amused by the game of cat and mouse.  He flipped her over onto her side and slid a finger behind her bra strap, then reached back as far as the elastic band would allow and released.  Allecto made a sound of protest deep in her throat, but before she could react in any other way, Hiead had done it again, and again, and again.  He was fascinated by the red patterns it sent across her skin, and continued to do so until her back had turned raw.

            Allecto had silent tears streaming down her face.  She had stopped moving long ago, and Hiead was irritated.  He wanted reactions.  He relieved her of her bra, breaking the straps and hastily throwing it out of the way.  Then, he pressed down on the slightly bruised area on her back.  She grimaced, and, even more annoyed, he drew back and slapped his whole hand down on it as hard as he could.  Allecto bit her lip, keeping in the scream, but biting so hard that her dry, crackled lips bled.

            He removed the belt from her jeans, caressing the slick leather.  She remained quiet, but turned her head to him and conveyed a message through her eyes.  Please, Hiead...  Don't do this...

            Angry with himself and her, he tore down her pants and lashed out with the belt on one firm, rounded butt cheek.  That, she had not been expecting, and so she yelped and tried to move out of his way.  Hiead grew more frustrated.  It wasn't enough.  He wanted to hear her screams, hear her beg for mercy...

            He hit her with the strap in rapid succession, and her eyes widened with the sudden pain of it.  She writhed in her pain, wallowed in it, and the pleas finally erupted from her lips.  " Please, sir!  P-Please!  D-Don't d-do this!  I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry!"

            Hiead laughed cruelly.  " Sorry isn't good enough, Allecto," he informed her, before striking the belt one last, final time on her arse.  It was no longer pale and white, but covered with bruises and scratch marks.

            " I want you to beg, slave," Hiead hissed, then let the belt slide from his hands and drop to the floor.  " Remember, I am your master, and I can do whatever I want with you."  He quickly stripped her of her panties, shoes, and socks, leaving her completely naked and exposed, then went on to relieving himself of his own clothes, as his shorts and boxers were becoming... constrictive.

            Allecto tightly shut her eyes, as if she was trying to block out the sight of him.  Hiead snickered, but allowed her such frivolities at that moment, simply because she would see and feel more of him later...  " No... No... N-No!" she whispered, shaking her head wildly.  Hiead laughed and released her from her bindings.  Panic, close to hysteria, took hold of her and she immediately sprang from the bed.  Not bothering to reach for her clothes, she ran to the door and began pounding on it and screaming, pathetically desperate to escape.  She clawed at the door, probably hating herself for having installed the system where only he could gain entry or exit. 

            Bemused, Hiead watched her, inwardly reflecting his amazement at how feisty Allecto could be.  But eventually, her strength drained completely out of her, and she slumped against the door, holding her head in her hands.  Her voice had long ago gone hoarse.  Her posture slid into that of a little ball, and she huddled at the foot of the door, fearful and defeated.

            Hiead walked slowly towards the door, smirking.  If there was one thing in the world he loved, it would have to be this.  When he stood in front of her, tall and commanding, she refused to look at him or even acknowledge his presence.  He reared back and brought his fist down onto her head.  She fell into a heap spread out across the floor, hands covering her head.  " No," she whimpered, still foolishly denying her fate.

            " Look at me," Hiead commanded, and she did.  She raised her head and glared at him, her nostrils flaring.  But the reproachful glare quickly changed into a terrified, wide eyed look as she took in the sight of him, large and menacing and standing in his naked glory.

            Hiead was thoroughly aroused, and she knew it- even better, she was scared of him.  He supposed she was a virgin, at the way her face had changed from ghostly pale to beet red just by looking at him, and it only filled him with pleasure.  His touch would be the only touch she would ever know. 

            Hiead waved his painfully hard cock in front of Allecto's face, practically giddy from all the fear in the atmosphere.  " What's wrong, Allecto?" he asked her, taking infinite delight in her distinct uneasiness.  She didn't reply;  it appeared she couldn't move at all, like she had been completely frozen by fear.

            " Answer me!" Hiead growled, and slapped her across the face, jerking her out of her temporary paralysis.  She still couldn't form a decent response, so he raked his nails down from her shoulders to her chest, where he gripped her nipples, hard from the chill, and twisted them.  The action drew a sharp cry from Allecto, and Hiead did it again, harder.  He lowered his head and his hair brushed her bare chest before he bit down on one nipple, drawing blood and eliciting a loud scream of pain from her. 

            " You like it, don't you slave?" he murmured, while sucking lightly on the blood flowing from the wound.  Allecto shuddered beneath him.  " Say, ' yes, master'," he directed.       

            " Yes, master," Allecto whispered, so softly Hiead had to strain to hear her.  Satisfaction, deep and filling, surged through him.  She was learning fast... for once.

            Hiead realized, with a stab of pain from his fully erect member, that he couldn't wait any more.  He drew her to her feet and slammed her against the door, just as he had slammed her into the wall on their first meeting.  She hung her head, then immediately snapped it back up to avoid looking at him.  Hiead grabbed a fist full of Allecto's hair and jerked her head downwards so that she would have no choice.  With the other hand, he spread her legs as far apart as they would go and buried himself in her in one deep, hard thrust. 

            Her head fell back a bit and she screamed from the pain.  He could feel her walls breaking around him, could feel her tightness clenching around him as he went in deeper and deeper...  In and out, again and again, harder and harder.  His hand slipped from her hair to rest on backside and push her against him, grinding her hips into his.  Free to look away, Allecto did, her face tinged with green.  Her knees buckled and Hiead was forced to support her.

            He continued pounding mercilessly into her, ignoring her soft cries of pain and the blood traveling from her core down her legs, until he released with a shudder and emptied his seed into her.  He felt almost euphoric.  When he came, it was the best he'd ever had.  It left him with such a sheer sense of power, one that he had never felt before.

            It was the power of dominance, and raping Allecto was, perhaps, the most commanding, dominating thing he had ever done...

~*End of Hiead's Flashback*~

            The foggy haze in Hiead's eyes disappeared as loud, repeated poundings on his door entered through his ears, registered in his brain, and brought him back to the present.  Seconds later, Enna's annoying voice floated through the door and screamed, " You fucking bastard!  You better not lay your goddamn hands on my repairer again, you hear me?"

            Hiead mentally made a note to have Allecto make a new installation to his room as soon as she left the hospital ward- a sound proof door.  Fully intent on ignoring Enna's pathetic attempts to lure him out of his lair, he started to close the door to his bathroom, but froze in the act as Enna went on.  " What the fuck's wrong with you?  Why the hell are you hiding behind that damn door?  Are you scared of me?  You coward!"

           It was those two last words that drew him out.  Clenching his teeth and snarling much like a wolf about to make a kill, he thrust open the door to greet Enna's startled, red face.  He fell back, but quickly stood and glared daggers at Hiead.  " Something wrong, Enna?"  Hiead asked, his voice as smooth as oil- and just as slippery.

            " You, asshole," Enna retorted, taking a step forward. 

            Hiead frowned.  He didn't like Enna being in such close proximity to him, and so he shoved him back, making the first aggressive move.  However, Enna remained unresponsive, keeping his own explosive temper in check.  Hiead's eyebrow raised.

            " You're fucked up, Hiead.  We all know what you did to Ikhny," Enna accused, stepping forward once again.

            Hiead narrowed his eyes.  " I didn't do anything to that worthless girl," he denied, his tone still silky and laced with threat, as if he were daring Enna to say more.  " Just ask her."

            " Bullshit," Enna snapped, and shoved Hiead back.  He only moved a few steps, still wearing his snide sneer.

            What a weakling.

            " You scared her so bad she can't even talk about it, and you know it," Enna said, still sending Hiead nasty looks, as if it made any difference.  " She always covers up for you.  You're a sick, twisted bastard."

            " You don't like what I do with my repairer?  Fine then, I'll just take it out on yours," Hiead announced.  He knew full well that his statement would provoke an outburst, and he was not to be disappointed.

            Enna' face darkened considerably, and it was obvious Hiead had struck a nerve- and a sensitive one, at that.  His eyes lost all of their warmth as he said lowly, with just a hint of real danger, " Touch Kizna again, Hiead, and I'll kill you.  I swear on Zion and the Goddesses, I'll kill you."  

            Hiead laughed, his amusement at the situation very real.  " Threatening me, Enna?  You're too weak to kill me."

            This, apparently, was the last straw for Enna's unruly temper.  He raised his fist and lashed out at Hiead, but Hiead, who had been expecting the blow, dodged almost effortlessly.  He took advantage of Enna's short bout of unbalance and tripped him, sending him hard to the floor.  Seconds later, Hiead also dropped to the floor, Enna having placed a swift kick to his shins.  They rolled around on the floor, brawling like immature boys fighting over a toy. 

            But the fight was much, much more serious than that.  Sweat rolled down both of their necks and ran down their foreheads, sometimes clouding their vision, sometimes dropping onto their opponent.  Both were panting and growing exhausted, but neither was willing to give up.  It wasn't just any fight.  More than a few bruises and scrapes were at stake.  Wounded prides, and the knowledge that the stronger would come out as the victor, spurred both. 

            But Hiead's strength was waning significantly more than Enna's, and he knew it.  Days of being in the cold cells of GOA, hardly being fed, and lack of sleep had caught up to him, and the weariness he had known would come hit him full force, momentarily distracting him.  Enna used his moment of weakness to throw him off of him and rise, pulling Hiead up with him. 

            Hiead swayed slightly, but still managed to block Enna's next punch with his good hand.  He swung underneath and landed a punch in Enna's stomach, but he doubted the bastard even felt it.  From the way Enna smirked and landed his own punch in Hiead's stomach, sending him doubling over, he guessed not.  The fight he had been craving was happening, but the outcome was not turning out the way he had thought it would be...

            Enna turned away, leaving Hiead panting and clutching his side.  A fire, deep and consuming, built inside of Hiead, blinding him to anything but the object of his rage.  With a yell of fury, he jumped headfirst and bashed into Enna's shoulder, sending the oblivious boy to the other side of the hallway and into the wall.  As Enna groaned feebly and gingerly rubbed his shoulder, Hiead saw the dented wall behind him and sneered.

            He knew he must look demonic, with his hair rising and eyes flashing.  The air around him seemed to cackle with his sudden burst of energy, and the scene he was creating sparked an EX reaction from Enna, as well.  Mere blurs, they went at each other, using whatever means necessary to bring the other to the ground.  Once, Hiead caught Enna in mid-air and held him in a headlock, but the little fucker bit his already damaged hand and got away. 

            Hiead cursed, eyes moving rapidly in order to keep up with his enemy.  His hand was now throbbing with pain, and he wished he could channel it all into the auburn haired pilot who he hated more than anything.  A split-second later, he was wishing it doubly so;  Enna had landed a surprise swing at his jaw and Hiead heard the loud crack that signified his jaw breaking. 

            Hiead made him pay for it as he got a swift kick to Enna's nose.  Blood immediately spurt from it, and Hiead was sure he had felt a bone shatter.  Enna didn't let his injury distract him, though, and aimed for Hiead's left knee.  Hiead buckled and rolled out of the way as Enna tried to stomp down on his fingers.  Summoning his last bout of energy, he dug his fingers into Enna's injured shoulder and kicked him in his groin.  Enna groaned and fell away, gasping.

            Hiead followed him, barely able to stand, but still not giving up.  Enna groaned again and slumped against the wall, his face gone white.  He looked about to hurl.  Hiead smirked and swayed drunkenly, the loss of blood from his hand, as well as the cut on his head he had gained while his skull connected with Enna's foot, were making him slightly woozy.  But he wouldn't give up...  Never.  He would fight to the death, if needs be.

            Nothing can stop me... Nothing can stop me now...