Disclaimer: I do not own "Lilo & Stitch" or any of the characters therein, with the exception of Vay, Leera, Le'Kruune and Mackayl.
A/N: Last chapter's warning carries over to this chapter as well. To reiterate, the contents of this chapter might be a little intense to some readers. Again, I warn you: attempted rape and violence lay ahead. Before you freak out, remember - emphasis on the word ATTEMPTED. This story may be rated 'R', but I have strict limits which I will not exceed, and describing the rape of a character, however fictional, is one of them.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE:
A NIGHTMARE REVISITED
Le'Kruune strode over to his bed and flung Leera down upon it. She bounced once, then froze as she found herself staring down the barrel of his plasma cannon. In the gloom, his face was even more hideous than ever, every scar accentuated by shadows. He sneered, baring sharp, fierce, discolored teeth, and a low growl rose in his throat. For a long moment he stood perfectly still, aiming the cannon square at her face. On the bed, Leera sat equally still, not even daring to blink. After what felt like an eternity, Le'Kruune took a deep breath and calmed, shoving his weapon back into its holster. Slowly and stealthily, he walked around the bed until he was standing over her. He looked down at her, smiling in triumph. Leera stared back, her expression unreadable as he leaned in closer to her.
Hearts thudding in her chest, she glanced about frantically for some means of escape. There were none, and she knew it. This room was not unfamiliar to her. She had been in here once before, many years ago, on this very bed, under circumstances no one should have to endure. Now it was happening all over again; the nightmare she hoped never to relive. As Le'Kruune sat down on the bed beside her, she shuddered. He laid gentle claws on her arm, and she tensed at his touch. She did not look at him. Instead, she closed her eye, fighting back tears as Le'Kruune laid her down and slid a calloused hand up her skirt. She trembled violently for a second, then lay perfectly still.
Satisfied at her surrender, he proceeded, pushing her skirt up to her hips until she was conveniently exposed. When he finally removed his hands, she opened her eye a crack to watch him undo his belt. If she could just get a hold of that plasma cannon, she could incapacitate him just long enough to make an escape. No. Not escape. She wanted to kill him first, then make her escape. Yeah, that's it. A perfect plan, or at least, not a bad one for being thought up at the spur of the moment.
She was so absorbed in her plan that she was caught off guard when Le'Kruune started unbuttoning her top. She fought the urge to slap his hands away, reminding herself that it was all in the interest of carrying out her plan. Very reluctantly, she allowed him to open her shirt and, even more reluctantly, allowed him to fondle her. Concentrate on your plan, she told herself, wincing as his icy claws danced over the delicate skin of her breasts. When the moment is right, grab the cannon and KILL the bastard! But the plan was ruined as Le'Kruune removed his belt, plasma cannon and all, and tossed it across the bed. It landed on the edge and then slipped off onto the floor, where Leera had no means of reaching it. Dammit! she fumed, but terror quickly overrode her frustration as Le'Kruune loomed over her.
"NO!" she screamed, jumping up. Le'Kruune shoved her back down. She swung her fists at him and he caught them, holding them both in one hand as he pinned her arms up over her head. She tried to kick him, but he immobilized two of her legs with one of his own, and her third leg flailed uselessly, with nothing vital to make contact with. Now truly terrified, Leera began to sob hysterically as she begged him not to do what he had done to her once before. Impervious to her pleas, Le'Kruune pressed himself against her, further hindering her mobility. One hand still pinning her arms down, his other hand seized the hem of her skirt and yanked it back up. She heard the fabric tear and sobbed loudly. He then grabbed her free leg and held it tight, his claws digging into her flesh. With one knee he parted her other two legs, then positioned himself between them, ready to violate her.
At that very moment, just as Le'Kruune was about to claim his victory, the miracle to end all miracles came bursting through the door with the blinding force of a plasma blast, followed by the furious cursing of Vay and Wendy Pleakley. Before either assailant or victim could comprehend what was happening, Le'Kruune was blasted multiple times in the head and back and sent crashing to the floor, with an enraged Wendy in hot pursuit. As soon as he was upon him, he began beating him unmercifully, giving it his all in retribution for what he had done to Leera. A second later Vay was upon him as well, beating him around the head with a drained plasma cannon. Leera stared in utter disbelief as both mother and son ravaged Le'Kruune like vicious, bloodthirsty beasts.
Once they were satisfied that he was dead, they abandoned his broken and bloodied body and turned immediately toward Leera, who was sitting up on the bed and trembling. Lightning-fast, Wendy reached her first, smothering her in a tight embrace as Vay sat down on her other side, her arms around them both. Leera sobbed loudly, tears of joy and relief streaming down her face as Wendy did the same, burying his face in her long, golden hair, until they were both drenched in each other's tears.
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