Randy was fighting.
But not on the outside, she was raging against a battle on the inside. Her heart was pounding so hard it hurt her chest. Tears stung her eyes and piled up on one another, begging to fall, to stream down her face. But she couldn't let them, she couldn't let them show how much she was hurt, how much pain was coursing through her body.
The battle dragged on, she was screaming for it to stop. She was yelling inside her soul, pleading to make it cease, to end the pain. Her whole being was pushing her to cry out, to fight back, to just do something other than lie here helplessly.
But it was all she could do. She lay here while Venom rampaged her. She lay here while Venom prepared to steal her virginity. She lay here while everything she had once known was slowly stripped away, leaving nothing but a bleeding soul, so vulnerable to everything the world had ready to throw her way.
Venom had not yet undressed her. No, he wasn't going to do this quickly; he was going to drag this out. This wasn't just sex. . . . it was victory.
His victory.
Venom's shirt was off and lying on the floor, his chest was hard and well muscled. But it wasn't from exercise, or from the good Lord above, it was from the pleasure he got in torturing people, going to whatever lengths he needed to tear them apart, rip them open and obliterate their souls.
Even if it meant hurting himself. Even if it meant driving himself to his own physical boundaries.
For him, it was worth it.
Venom stared down at Randy, his eyes glowing with an evil delight. His mouth was slightly parted, showing sharp and vicious teeth. His leaned down and began to lick her collar bone. He sucked it slowly, but not at all gently. In any other case, this would have filled a person with ecstasy, but his actions made Randy choke and sputter, still building the fragile wall that was trying in complete failure to keep her tears from coming.
Suddenly, he bit down on her skin, making her cry out in pain. Her eyes once again filled with the ever ready, fresh tears. But she would not let them fall. Venom lifted his head up, his eyes boring down on her, penetrating through her skin.
His hands roughly grasped her wrists and he forced her fingertips onto his chest. Her touch grazed him, cringing at this feeling of disgust piercing through her. He leaned onto her, trapping her fingers in a connection with his skin.
His coarse lips enveloped hers once again, smashing down on her own soft lips; his tongue wound its way into her mouth, filling every crevice with a pungent, revolting, nauseating, absolutely crude substance, but not so much a substance as a feeling. A horrible, loathsome feeling.
Venom slid his hand over Randy's stomach, then slowly made his way up towards her breasts. Through her shirt he grasped her breast in a brusque manner. Randy gasped, her body weakening in the battle.
She choked as three tears rumbled down her face. Venom's lips curled into a menacing smile, more motivation flowing through him as he hooked and tugged at her breasts. He then propped himself up and began slowly unbuttoning the top button of Randy's shirt.
The collar of her shirt fell open, revealing only a little skin, this wasn't going to be where Venom stopped. His fingers touched the second button, pulling at it until it too came free from its encasement.
Down to the third button, then the fourth, and all the way down until only one button lay between Venom and Randy's innocent upper body. His callused fingertips brushed the smooth plastic, tracing a circle around the border, teasing Randy hopelessly. He gripped the edge of the button, slowly slipping it from the cloth it was intertwined with. . . . . .
"NO!"
Randy's scream jolted him; his fingers tumbled off of her shirt, releasing a great amount of tension. Her face was hot and beads of sweat dripped down her wrinkled brow. She had surrendered finally to the battle inside her, allowing herself to stop the insane brutality of the situation.
Venom's eyes flashed with fury, his fingers grasped her own, choking them and tightening his grip so fiercely that she began to lose feeling in them.
"We had a deal." Venom said through gritted teeth.
"I know." Randy choked out, there was nothing she could say, no reason she could give to break this cruel bloodthirstiness that lay within Venom's heart.
"So then shut up, or I'll make you." Venom was glaring at her; no warning was in his eyes, just the pure barbarism, the total threat of what could be done.
Venom was just about to go back to her shirt when they heard a noise. A soft resound, a gentle vibration, but still a distinct sound.
Venom's eyes darted from randy to the door, his teeth jutted out and his face set in a primitive glare.
The sound came again, louder this time, revealing its creator. It was voices, yelling, shouting, noble voices.
The voices of saviors.
Suddenly, the door to the room was thrown open, revealing a tall boy with scraggly red hair. "Venom, they're here. The Manhattan and the Brooklyn newsies, there's tons of 'em, and they brought weapons, they're yelling-"
"Silence." Venom hissed malevolently. With one swift movement he was up and had Randy clutched firmly in his grasp. She was quickly doing up the buttons on her shirt, not daring to think what this sudden news meant. "Go, now." Venom said to the boy, and he immediately scurried out. Venom switched his gaze to Randy viciously. "He told."
Randy nodded slowly, trying to build up her stamina enough to bar back tears.
"He knew what would happen, and he told. Well then, I guess he's going to get what's coming to him, or rather you will. Or, hey, why not the both of you?"
"What!?!?" Randy yelped. "You can't kill him; the deal was you would only kill me!"
"Yeah, I know. I just think killing him would be fun. But don't worry, I'll kill you first. Somehow I think watching him observe you die will be unbelievably gratifying." Once again his voice was filled with no emotion except his own evil pleasure.
Randy narrowed her eyes murderously at him. "You're inhuman."
"Watch it, you little whore." Venom rasped, gripping her fingers still tighter, causing the pain to increase heavily.
He yanked her out the door, somehow throwing his shirt on in the process and still gripping her tightly. He walked out to the main room of the warehouse, revealing the scene Randy would never forget.
There were hundreds and hundreds of newsies all over the place, some bashing the heads of the doomed Queens newsies, some fighting to find Randy, and some were working out plans with each other to execute their goal perfectly.
Randy gasped, seeing the fighting going on in front of her, for her. She quickly searched the room, but was unsuccessful in finding Spot. However, she didn't have to look for long before he appeared before her.
"Randy!" Spot yelped, dropping down from a ledge above her. Venom snapped to him, fire in his eyes and a relentless ferocity begging to kill.
"We had a deal." Venom yelled(for the second time that day) with a strange calmness.
"Let her go, Venom. We out-number you." Spot said with a warning in his voice.
"I told you what would happen if you told someone, I warned you. . . . but you didn't listen."
No one noticed as Venom's hand slowly slid down to his waist and his fingers gripped the handle of his knife.
"I said let her go." Spot said, still facing Venom, but not yet taking action until it was needed.
Before anyone could stop him Venom whipped his knife out.
"NO!!!!" Spot yelled. . . . . . . . . .but it was too late.
The knife slashed across Randy's stomach, ripping it open and immediately provoking a large pool of blood to begin soaking her shirt. Randy gasped in pain, her face already turning white from the rapid blood loss. She dropped to the ground, limp and lifeless.
"No! No!" Spot yelled again, pain and an unmatched rage in his voice. Without warning his own knife was out and with one slice Venom lay dead on the floor, a fountain of blood beside him.
Spot's breathing was heavy as he leaned down beside Randy, about to pick her up.
The rest of the Queens newsies had fled, now only the Brooklyn and Manhattan newsies remained, all staring at Spot and Randy, fear plain across their faces.
"Spot, stop!" David yelled. He stepped forward, a small gash on his shoulder, but nothing serious. "There is far too much damage for you to move her." Suddenly his own face grew white as he looked at the now snow white Randy. "S-Spot. . . . .ch-check her pulse."
Spot reached a trembling hand down to lift up Randy's limp wrist. His fingers searched until he found just the spot to tell him what he needed to know, but what would possibly shatter his world.
His fingers lay there for a few seconds, begging, praying for the beat of life he needed to feel.
Then, he dropped her wrist slowly. . . . . .as a single tear rolled down his cheek.
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I wont ruin the moment right here, but please review, please please please.
Swing Hial.
~~Randy~~
But not on the outside, she was raging against a battle on the inside. Her heart was pounding so hard it hurt her chest. Tears stung her eyes and piled up on one another, begging to fall, to stream down her face. But she couldn't let them, she couldn't let them show how much she was hurt, how much pain was coursing through her body.
The battle dragged on, she was screaming for it to stop. She was yelling inside her soul, pleading to make it cease, to end the pain. Her whole being was pushing her to cry out, to fight back, to just do something other than lie here helplessly.
But it was all she could do. She lay here while Venom rampaged her. She lay here while Venom prepared to steal her virginity. She lay here while everything she had once known was slowly stripped away, leaving nothing but a bleeding soul, so vulnerable to everything the world had ready to throw her way.
Venom had not yet undressed her. No, he wasn't going to do this quickly; he was going to drag this out. This wasn't just sex. . . . it was victory.
His victory.
Venom's shirt was off and lying on the floor, his chest was hard and well muscled. But it wasn't from exercise, or from the good Lord above, it was from the pleasure he got in torturing people, going to whatever lengths he needed to tear them apart, rip them open and obliterate their souls.
Even if it meant hurting himself. Even if it meant driving himself to his own physical boundaries.
For him, it was worth it.
Venom stared down at Randy, his eyes glowing with an evil delight. His mouth was slightly parted, showing sharp and vicious teeth. His leaned down and began to lick her collar bone. He sucked it slowly, but not at all gently. In any other case, this would have filled a person with ecstasy, but his actions made Randy choke and sputter, still building the fragile wall that was trying in complete failure to keep her tears from coming.
Suddenly, he bit down on her skin, making her cry out in pain. Her eyes once again filled with the ever ready, fresh tears. But she would not let them fall. Venom lifted his head up, his eyes boring down on her, penetrating through her skin.
His hands roughly grasped her wrists and he forced her fingertips onto his chest. Her touch grazed him, cringing at this feeling of disgust piercing through her. He leaned onto her, trapping her fingers in a connection with his skin.
His coarse lips enveloped hers once again, smashing down on her own soft lips; his tongue wound its way into her mouth, filling every crevice with a pungent, revolting, nauseating, absolutely crude substance, but not so much a substance as a feeling. A horrible, loathsome feeling.
Venom slid his hand over Randy's stomach, then slowly made his way up towards her breasts. Through her shirt he grasped her breast in a brusque manner. Randy gasped, her body weakening in the battle.
She choked as three tears rumbled down her face. Venom's lips curled into a menacing smile, more motivation flowing through him as he hooked and tugged at her breasts. He then propped himself up and began slowly unbuttoning the top button of Randy's shirt.
The collar of her shirt fell open, revealing only a little skin, this wasn't going to be where Venom stopped. His fingers touched the second button, pulling at it until it too came free from its encasement.
Down to the third button, then the fourth, and all the way down until only one button lay between Venom and Randy's innocent upper body. His callused fingertips brushed the smooth plastic, tracing a circle around the border, teasing Randy hopelessly. He gripped the edge of the button, slowly slipping it from the cloth it was intertwined with. . . . . .
"NO!"
Randy's scream jolted him; his fingers tumbled off of her shirt, releasing a great amount of tension. Her face was hot and beads of sweat dripped down her wrinkled brow. She had surrendered finally to the battle inside her, allowing herself to stop the insane brutality of the situation.
Venom's eyes flashed with fury, his fingers grasped her own, choking them and tightening his grip so fiercely that she began to lose feeling in them.
"We had a deal." Venom said through gritted teeth.
"I know." Randy choked out, there was nothing she could say, no reason she could give to break this cruel bloodthirstiness that lay within Venom's heart.
"So then shut up, or I'll make you." Venom was glaring at her; no warning was in his eyes, just the pure barbarism, the total threat of what could be done.
Venom was just about to go back to her shirt when they heard a noise. A soft resound, a gentle vibration, but still a distinct sound.
Venom's eyes darted from randy to the door, his teeth jutted out and his face set in a primitive glare.
The sound came again, louder this time, revealing its creator. It was voices, yelling, shouting, noble voices.
The voices of saviors.
Suddenly, the door to the room was thrown open, revealing a tall boy with scraggly red hair. "Venom, they're here. The Manhattan and the Brooklyn newsies, there's tons of 'em, and they brought weapons, they're yelling-"
"Silence." Venom hissed malevolently. With one swift movement he was up and had Randy clutched firmly in his grasp. She was quickly doing up the buttons on her shirt, not daring to think what this sudden news meant. "Go, now." Venom said to the boy, and he immediately scurried out. Venom switched his gaze to Randy viciously. "He told."
Randy nodded slowly, trying to build up her stamina enough to bar back tears.
"He knew what would happen, and he told. Well then, I guess he's going to get what's coming to him, or rather you will. Or, hey, why not the both of you?"
"What!?!?" Randy yelped. "You can't kill him; the deal was you would only kill me!"
"Yeah, I know. I just think killing him would be fun. But don't worry, I'll kill you first. Somehow I think watching him observe you die will be unbelievably gratifying." Once again his voice was filled with no emotion except his own evil pleasure.
Randy narrowed her eyes murderously at him. "You're inhuman."
"Watch it, you little whore." Venom rasped, gripping her fingers still tighter, causing the pain to increase heavily.
He yanked her out the door, somehow throwing his shirt on in the process and still gripping her tightly. He walked out to the main room of the warehouse, revealing the scene Randy would never forget.
There were hundreds and hundreds of newsies all over the place, some bashing the heads of the doomed Queens newsies, some fighting to find Randy, and some were working out plans with each other to execute their goal perfectly.
Randy gasped, seeing the fighting going on in front of her, for her. She quickly searched the room, but was unsuccessful in finding Spot. However, she didn't have to look for long before he appeared before her.
"Randy!" Spot yelped, dropping down from a ledge above her. Venom snapped to him, fire in his eyes and a relentless ferocity begging to kill.
"We had a deal." Venom yelled(for the second time that day) with a strange calmness.
"Let her go, Venom. We out-number you." Spot said with a warning in his voice.
"I told you what would happen if you told someone, I warned you. . . . but you didn't listen."
No one noticed as Venom's hand slowly slid down to his waist and his fingers gripped the handle of his knife.
"I said let her go." Spot said, still facing Venom, but not yet taking action until it was needed.
Before anyone could stop him Venom whipped his knife out.
"NO!!!!" Spot yelled. . . . . . . . . .but it was too late.
The knife slashed across Randy's stomach, ripping it open and immediately provoking a large pool of blood to begin soaking her shirt. Randy gasped in pain, her face already turning white from the rapid blood loss. She dropped to the ground, limp and lifeless.
"No! No!" Spot yelled again, pain and an unmatched rage in his voice. Without warning his own knife was out and with one slice Venom lay dead on the floor, a fountain of blood beside him.
Spot's breathing was heavy as he leaned down beside Randy, about to pick her up.
The rest of the Queens newsies had fled, now only the Brooklyn and Manhattan newsies remained, all staring at Spot and Randy, fear plain across their faces.
"Spot, stop!" David yelled. He stepped forward, a small gash on his shoulder, but nothing serious. "There is far too much damage for you to move her." Suddenly his own face grew white as he looked at the now snow white Randy. "S-Spot. . . . .ch-check her pulse."
Spot reached a trembling hand down to lift up Randy's limp wrist. His fingers searched until he found just the spot to tell him what he needed to know, but what would possibly shatter his world.
His fingers lay there for a few seconds, begging, praying for the beat of life he needed to feel.
Then, he dropped her wrist slowly. . . . . .as a single tear rolled down his cheek.
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I wont ruin the moment right here, but please review, please please please.
Swing Hial.
~~Randy~~