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Summary: When Biovolt goes after one of its past 'students' the BBA steps in and places the girl under the watch of the Blade Breakers. What are Biovolt's plans for this girl and what happens when they get a hold of her because she risked herself by saving one of the Blade Breakers that has grown fond of her.
Warning: This chapter is a little more sexual orient than the rest… This is just a warning for those who don't want to read anything that has to do with rape scenes.
-I had hoped for this to be a longer chapter… But I'm not too sure I reached that goal.-
Takes place after the World Beyblading Tournament
"…." Talking '….' Thinking
Clandestine Wolf
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Remembering
"Do you think they'll find us, honey? I don't want to have to put our daughter through anything that Voltaire or Boris could do to her if they found out where we were? Maybe we should let her grow up here with the natives of this place and just go back to Russia?" The sound of the male's voice was washed with concern and love, his sky blue eyes watching his wife as she paced about their hut out in the middle of the rainforests near the mountains in South America. The natives had welcomed them back with open arms, his wife having been one of their people since birth and the children of the area readily accepted their daughter with curiosity and kindness while with an eagerness to learn anything she knew.
"I don't know Mathew… With just quitting and vanishing on them I doubt we should return, but they'll find us if we remain here too long. She's only a few years old, but look at her. Our dear little Alexis is something special, like there is something inside of her. Did you see the teeth that were coming in? They looked like sharp little fangs of the wolf pups that grow up here in the mountains. Mat I don't know if we should just leave her here with them. Trust the naives, but not that Biovolt won't leave them alone after finding our daughter." Finally the woman stopped pacing, skin dark and hair a very light blonde while being pulled back into a French braid. She was a tall woman, lithe and strong for someone at her age, especially after going through what Biovolt had put them through.
"Oh Chloe.. What are we going to do if something does happen to our little girl? You know we can't stop Biovolt even if we wanted to, it's impossible. Maybe she isn't safe here, but she isn't safe with use either. I heard the elders of the village talking about Alexis though, about what they thought was inside of her. It's crazy, but it would explain a few things, like her great balance and her strength despite how little she is. They say the spirit of the father of nature himself has chosen our Alexis to reside in, to be apart of. I thought it preposterous, but you know their myths and all the stories they tell about the great white wolf who was father of all nature; Cynewolf? Just think what would happen if that was true and Voltaire got his hands on her.." Mathew buried his face into his rough and large hands. He was a big man, build yet not too much so while he was more talented in genetics and biochemistry than anything.
"A spirit residing in Alexis' body? Mat, you don't really believe that do you..? But you're right; it would explain a lot of things about her… About why the natives are so kind and willing to help her. It's as if they knew. I used to believe when I was a kid before I left to the city that I could feel the spirit actually in the mountains… Maybe the natives here feel the spirit now inside of her? I really just don't know… If that's true then Voltaire will do anything to get his hands on such power. You know how crazy he is about those spirits that reside in beyblading bit beast chips. We've created so many of them, robbing animals of their spirits while most just died and their spirits were destroyed. It's horrible Mat…. If that is the truth what are we going to do about our daughter? They come after her no matter what, even if we do manage to get to some safe place." Mrs. Maximus walked over and slouched in a hammock, sighing heavily while her brown eyes watched the children outside playing from the window of the hut.
Outside the children of the village, ages from the youngest of one to the eldest of fifteen running around with each other as they placed around in the dirt and bank of a creek's cold water. Alexis was among them, hair shortly cropped at about an inch long ye stark white while her skin was softly tanned. She was a mere few years old, yet already playing with the best of them while giggling and carrying on like any other kid would who thought they had a trouble free life. The other kids had darker skin than her, their hair varying from shades of blonde to black while no browns at all nor any reds for that matter. Alexis wore blue, which brought out her steel blue eyes vividly while it was just a t-shirt and a pair of shorts so that the heat would get to her terribly though the other kids just wore loincloths and sometimes roughly made shirts.
'We'll leave tomorrow then, as it's for the best for every one of us, even our daughter. We'll bring her with us for a while until we find some place safer for her to stay at while we keep traveling around. Lets just hope worse doesn't come to worse. Don't worry Chloe; I'm sure everything will turn out just fine. We'll live like a family, all three of us, once things settle down and she'll be just like any other child who's always getting into mischief." At that he chuckled, standing from his chair and walking over to sit next to his wife while putting his arm around her shoulders comfortingly. Softly he kissed her temple, taking in a deep scent of her hair. "Everything will be fine, I promise you. Lets just go tell the natives what we have chosen, and tell Alexis as well. She'll want to hug everyone goodbye."
"Alright then, Mathew. If that's what you think we should do then I'll agree with you. I really don't know what else to do to protect ourselves as well as our child. If Voltaire or Boris got their hands on her just think what would happen to her, what they'd do to her and put her through just to make her suffer and become their little pawn in their game of control. He'll put her with those other little boys. I can't believe he put his own grandson in the program, that's just horrible. But then again, he is just a horrible man.." Chloe leaned into her husband's arms, tears sliding from her now closed brown eyes as he soon hushed her softly and rubbed her back to calm her. When had things gotten so bad?
Later that night everyone was sitting around a warm bonfire eating their dinner of freshly cooked boar and fish along with some greens and vegetables with a desert of freshly cut and peeled exotic fruits in which Alexis just adored and ate feverously. Mat and Cleo couldn't help but to smile at their little girl who was already growing up so quickly. The natives had taken the news rather well of them leaving, but they were sad to know that the child was going with them. Mat soon explained to them the reason that the girl had to go with them, but the elders kept on insisting that the spirit would protect them if anyone tried to harm them or their people. The argument lasted for a while but it was soon settled as everyone ate in silence.
The children were the first ones done eating, going back to playing in the dark of the night while being aided by the light of the fire. Both parents had also noticed that their child has excellent eyesight as well, but they really did truly doubt that some spirit was inside of their beloved child. To them it was just impossible for something like that to happen. It was their child, their loved one, their flesh and blood and they knew the child better than anyone, or at last they really thought they did. Were they really so blind as to not realize that Alexis was getting along so well with the natives as they quite well understood each other so well. It was like they had known each other for the longest time instead of just a single week.
One of the villages adults soon came running through the trees of the forest, yelling something about a loud whirling sound and something sounding like thunder roaring in the sky. No one really understood until a black helicopter appeared at the peak of the closest mountain, and it was closing very quickly with a second one right behind it. Both Mat and Chloe looked at one another, eyes wide and knowing of who and what was on the helicopters. "Hurry! Get your people into the forest where they're safer and away from this area! These men are bad and come to hurt you! Run!" Mathew was already up and gather all of the children together, trying to usher them into the forest while one of the elders stood up in defiance. "We are not leaving our sacred lands. Cynewolf will protect us."
"You silly old man, you just don't get it, do you? There is no spirit to protect you, and no weapons either. You need to run and get away from here. These men are evil, and they'll not only kill you but all your children and family as well. Stop acting as if there is something that is going to protect you from these people with guns. They have machines that could kill you with one hit. Don't you understand? Just run, get out of here! Chloe grab Alexis we need to get out of here now…" Mat had given up trying to usher the children away as they only ran back to their parents for comfort of what they knew nothing of. The response that the man got wasn't exactly the one he was expecting.
"A child? Is that why both of you quite and vanished like you actually had a choice in the matter? I'll be sure to kill everyone before her eyes and let her live in agony before killing her as well. A shame you didn't just stay and let us know the truth… We could've protected your child, put her in one of our programs. Oh yes, I know they were only for boys, but I'm so sure she would've survived through it all." It was Voltaire; his cold words sending shivers down everyone's spines while he laughed madly at his own cold-hearted joke. It had already been proven that no female could survive the trainings that the children ere put through.
"Voltaire, sir, please leave her and everyone else out of this, I'm begging you. We both will go back with you if you just let her and the natives be to live. Just don't hurt her, don't hurt her…" Chloe was in tears; the small clear droplets sliding down her cheeks only to splatter on the dry dirt ground below her. She should've known begging would've never gone well with Voltaire, but she was so desperate to save her child, her only child, her flesh and blood. Mat had to hold her up on her feet to keep her from falling to her knees, his blue eyes stern while everyone back away from the approaching robed men. Was Voltaire really considering just taking them and leaving everyone else be?
"Stop sniveling.. Both of you will come back with me and be punished accordingly… If everything goes well we'll leave your precious daughter and natives alone. Chain them, gag them, and drug them." The last three orders were given strictly to the robed men, and the rushed to do as they were told. There was little resistance met as both Chloe and Mat were chain and gagged, though they would later be drugged on the helicopter so their bodies wouldn't have to be dragged or carried all the way to the aircraft. The only cry of protest came from Alexis, nearly the youngest of them all but she was fighting, biting, and clawing like mad to get to her parents though she was being held back by one of the hunters of the native group. "Mama…! Daddy..!" The whimpering cried were heart wrenching, both parents turning their heads away shamefully as they abandoned their child.
As soon as Mat and Chloe were a good ten to fifteen yards away Voltaire grinned madly, his own mind working plots without anyone's ears to listen in on. "One more thing…. I lied." There was a maniacal laughter as he started to walk away, more robed men stepping up with guns ready and aimed. Mat and Chloe had to be shoved to the ground and pinned there because they were struggling so much, yet they only were forced to watch as the robed men were about to kill everyone before their eyes. "Kill them all, now." The order was curt and demanding, and if anyone were to dare go against Voltaire's wishes they'd feel his wraith before dieing a very painful death.
At the order the men fired, nearly all at once as the triggers were pulled simultaneously one after another. The only thing louder than all the gunshots mixed together was a cry, a sharp and pitiful cry of a single child who was already in pain from her parents being taken from her; Alexis. It was clear that the guns did shoot first, but none of the bullets hit any of the living beings as they huddled against each other. Some ran, and would later be glad of that as they survived the whole massacre though too many lives were taken after the whole mere half a minute event. A soft blue glow had kept the bullet from hitting anyone, the glow more bright around the white haired girl of just a few years while the burly projection of a large white furred wolf appeared baring its sharp teeth. The power was too much for someone so young and not understanding of what lay inside of her, and the light and projection soon vanished, the blue fading to nothing as Alexis collapsed to the ground barely conscious but drained of her energy. The men had fired again as soon as the girl feel, those who didn't run screaming in pain as their flesh was pieced by the metal bullets. It wasn't long until all were dead, all but the girl to lay there with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Such power…And all from some puny brat of a few years. Now I see why you were hiding her. A shame you didn't just let me have her to begin with, but now she's going to have to suffer even more when I put her in the training programs of the elites… Be sure that you will never see your dear Alexis ever again Mister and Misses Maximus. Boris, grab the girl and lets go, I've plans for the little runt and her parents are just the motivation tool she needs to keep going." Turning once more Voltaire left, walking ahead of everyone back to the helicopter as Mat and Chloe were picked up and dragged along with. Boris was quick to comply with his order, snatching the now unconscious girl up roughly and bringing her along with them.
After that day several years passed, each harder than the one before as Voltaire and Boris made sure that every day was a living hell for the young Alexis. It didn't help either that everyone in each of her training classes was a guy, and they always picked on her and often beat her up more than once a day. But the first year she had learned to defend herself, getting a reputation around the training classes that she wasn't one to mess with or to say anything about her parents to. Several boys had, earned the hard way; ending up with broken fingers or noses along with several bruises and cuts over their body. One of them she had almost killed, but drew back the last moment after realizing what she was doing. Each day was like a painful broken rib gouging at her lung and other organs, praying that maybe one day she'll just sink away and die, but in her heart she was better than that, having hopes that she would be reunited with her parents one day again like Voltaire always said. Still yet she had to learn that he never kept his promises.
She was a mere six years old or so, as they really didn't know and really didn't care, but Voltaire had a rather bad day and was taking out his anger on everyone. Alexis was in her cell, or at least that is what she called it because she had nothing but a stone floor, ceiling and walls to comfort her along with a very thick door when one of the robed men had been sent to get her as Voltaire wanted to -have a word' with her about something, but the man wouldn't say what when she asked. Many of the other men in the area, the guards mostly as well as Boris as they passed him, were watching her with hungry eyes, as what little scant clothing she wore didn't leave much for the imagination. Her hair was kept fairly short, just above the shoulders while she had gained several inches in height since she had arrived here.
Alexis was delivered to Voltaire's personal room, a desk and a lush and comfortable bed the two biggest pieces of furniture in the elaborate and expensive room. As the robed man walked out eh locked the door behind him, the click of the lock causing Alexis to turn her head to look back at the door uneasily. She had heard stories about kids being taken into Voltaire's personal quarters and not coming back out the same person they were. They had somehow changed, more submissive and fearful while walking around in some sort of trance. The girl just assumed though that it was a thing all boys went through, all until she saw the broad man's eyes looking so lustful at his body. She couldn't help but to step back, swallowing deeply as her back met the door.
"Soon you won't be backing away from me child, but screaming for me… I've waited long enough for you to grow up enough. I couldn't be ruining you when you were so fragile, now could I? No, you're much too important for that, little one." The words ended in a lustful sneer, Voltaire stalking over to the greatly shorter girl and grabbing a large handful of hair, not hesitating to pull harshly on it as Alexis sharply cried out at the sudden pain. The cry was cut short though as the large man crushed his lips bruising against her smaller ones, wandering tongue shoving its way forceful ling into her mouth almost causing her to vomit right then and there. She hated his taste, the feel of his lips against hers, and hated what he was going to do with her.
It wasn't long before Voltaire had dragged Alexis over towards his comfortable and velvet masked bed, throwing her on top of the soft mattress only to put his large frame on top of hers. It felt to her like her lungs were being crushed, as they nearly truly were with the stronger and broader man laying on her and grinding his hips against her own. She would feel his hard erection against her thighs, feel its wanting throbs as it was rubbed through material between her legs. She scream and fought, but got nowhere as she only received a sharp slap to the face which sent her mind whirling into darkness for a moment. Blood trickled down the corner of her mouth, the coppery taste invading her taste buds out for it to be roughly licked away by the vulgar man.
"I told you that you were going to scream for me… I will hear you scream louder yet, and that I won't even have to promise as I can see the fear and pain in your eyes." He laughed bitterly, not taking his time as he stripped Alexis of her clothes all too roughly, invading her virgin entrance with not one of his large fingers but two which made her squirms madly to try to get away while cry out in pain and outrage. Tears were already falling from her steel blue eyes, body already weak from the day of brutal workouts and experiments on her body. There were so many drugs in her system that she was surprised that she hadn't been drugged into unconsciousness. Even with the spirit of Cynewolf trying to help her she was too drugged and in pain to accept or understand the spirit, leaving her utterly helpless as the man started to ravage her young virgin body
Voltaire stepped away only for a moment to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down and he was back bending over Alexis with a vile smirk upon his face. He loved the smell of fear and the look of pain of a squirming young body beneath him. That really only turned him on more, eyes glazing with lust as he didn't even wait until the virgin body below him to adjust before he viciously thrust himself into her, Alexis' painful scream echoing throughout the underground parts of the abbey. Every knew what was happening in his chambers, those who were actually getting to know the girl mourning for her and her pain as Voltaire reveled in the cries which were being made. He grunted, pulling out and thrusting back into her as Alexis cried out again. It was like fire inside of her, tender skin tearing and bleeding down her thighs as the bulky man kept thrusting himself deeper, harder, and faster into her young and unready body. The tears were coming freely now, screams coming with them as Voltaire had his way with her.
Often the older man would hit her, grinning at her pain as he felt himself ready to release inside of her. SO he only got rougher, small cuts appearing as a strong first left quickly bruising marks upon her violated body. With a load moan mixed with a grunt of satisfaction Voltaire thrust himself deeper one more time, pulling at Alexis' white hair with his fist as his essence was released into her. By the end she had no more energy to scream, throat hoarse and dry while her eyes were dry of any more tears. With one more harsh crack of his fist against her cheek Voltaire pulled himself out of her, cleaning himself and pulling his pants up before leaving Alexis there to lay in pain only to pass out moments later.
Events like that occurred more and more often, as any man who wanted her usually got him way with her until the actual assassination training began a few years later. That's when people started to back off, all but Voltaire and Boris, as they knew that she couldn't harm them without suffering greatly. Despite everything she still got into trouble, running off a lot and some how getting out of her cell to do what ever she pleased. There were suspicions that she was meeting with other students, but it was never confirmed, as they could never catch her in the actual meeting. Alexis was never a violent person though, often found smiling away and playing jokes on the guards and other children in the abbey as if nothing ever happened. It was only when her parents or the future members of the Demolition Boys team were threatened that she fell quiet and submissively back into line.
Summary: When Biovolt goes after one of its past 'students' the BBA steps in and places the girl under the watch of the Blade Breakers. What are Biovolt's plans for this girl and what happens when they get a hold of her because she risked herself by saving one of the Blade Breakers that has grown fond of her.
Warning: This chapter is a little more sexual orient than the rest… This is just a warning for those who don't want to read anything that has to do with rape scenes.
-I had hoped for this to be a longer chapter… But I'm not too sure I reached that goal.-
Takes place after the World Beyblading Tournament
"…." Talking '….' Thinking
Clandestine Wolf
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Remembering
"Do you think they'll find us, honey? I don't want to have to put our daughter through anything that Voltaire or Boris could do to her if they found out where we were? Maybe we should let her grow up here with the natives of this place and just go back to Russia?" The sound of the male's voice was washed with concern and love, his sky blue eyes watching his wife as she paced about their hut out in the middle of the rainforests near the mountains in South America. The natives had welcomed them back with open arms, his wife having been one of their people since birth and the children of the area readily accepted their daughter with curiosity and kindness while with an eagerness to learn anything she knew.
"I don't know Mathew… With just quitting and vanishing on them I doubt we should return, but they'll find us if we remain here too long. She's only a few years old, but look at her. Our dear little Alexis is something special, like there is something inside of her. Did you see the teeth that were coming in? They looked like sharp little fangs of the wolf pups that grow up here in the mountains. Mat I don't know if we should just leave her here with them. Trust the naives, but not that Biovolt won't leave them alone after finding our daughter." Finally the woman stopped pacing, skin dark and hair a very light blonde while being pulled back into a French braid. She was a tall woman, lithe and strong for someone at her age, especially after going through what Biovolt had put them through.
"Oh Chloe.. What are we going to do if something does happen to our little girl? You know we can't stop Biovolt even if we wanted to, it's impossible. Maybe she isn't safe here, but she isn't safe with use either. I heard the elders of the village talking about Alexis though, about what they thought was inside of her. It's crazy, but it would explain a few things, like her great balance and her strength despite how little she is. They say the spirit of the father of nature himself has chosen our Alexis to reside in, to be apart of. I thought it preposterous, but you know their myths and all the stories they tell about the great white wolf who was father of all nature; Cynewolf? Just think what would happen if that was true and Voltaire got his hands on her.." Mathew buried his face into his rough and large hands. He was a big man, build yet not too much so while he was more talented in genetics and biochemistry than anything.
"A spirit residing in Alexis' body? Mat, you don't really believe that do you..? But you're right; it would explain a lot of things about her… About why the natives are so kind and willing to help her. It's as if they knew. I used to believe when I was a kid before I left to the city that I could feel the spirit actually in the mountains… Maybe the natives here feel the spirit now inside of her? I really just don't know… If that's true then Voltaire will do anything to get his hands on such power. You know how crazy he is about those spirits that reside in beyblading bit beast chips. We've created so many of them, robbing animals of their spirits while most just died and their spirits were destroyed. It's horrible Mat…. If that is the truth what are we going to do about our daughter? They come after her no matter what, even if we do manage to get to some safe place." Mrs. Maximus walked over and slouched in a hammock, sighing heavily while her brown eyes watched the children outside playing from the window of the hut.
Outside the children of the village, ages from the youngest of one to the eldest of fifteen running around with each other as they placed around in the dirt and bank of a creek's cold water. Alexis was among them, hair shortly cropped at about an inch long ye stark white while her skin was softly tanned. She was a mere few years old, yet already playing with the best of them while giggling and carrying on like any other kid would who thought they had a trouble free life. The other kids had darker skin than her, their hair varying from shades of blonde to black while no browns at all nor any reds for that matter. Alexis wore blue, which brought out her steel blue eyes vividly while it was just a t-shirt and a pair of shorts so that the heat would get to her terribly though the other kids just wore loincloths and sometimes roughly made shirts.
'We'll leave tomorrow then, as it's for the best for every one of us, even our daughter. We'll bring her with us for a while until we find some place safer for her to stay at while we keep traveling around. Lets just hope worse doesn't come to worse. Don't worry Chloe; I'm sure everything will turn out just fine. We'll live like a family, all three of us, once things settle down and she'll be just like any other child who's always getting into mischief." At that he chuckled, standing from his chair and walking over to sit next to his wife while putting his arm around her shoulders comfortingly. Softly he kissed her temple, taking in a deep scent of her hair. "Everything will be fine, I promise you. Lets just go tell the natives what we have chosen, and tell Alexis as well. She'll want to hug everyone goodbye."
"Alright then, Mathew. If that's what you think we should do then I'll agree with you. I really don't know what else to do to protect ourselves as well as our child. If Voltaire or Boris got their hands on her just think what would happen to her, what they'd do to her and put her through just to make her suffer and become their little pawn in their game of control. He'll put her with those other little boys. I can't believe he put his own grandson in the program, that's just horrible. But then again, he is just a horrible man.." Chloe leaned into her husband's arms, tears sliding from her now closed brown eyes as he soon hushed her softly and rubbed her back to calm her. When had things gotten so bad?
Later that night everyone was sitting around a warm bonfire eating their dinner of freshly cooked boar and fish along with some greens and vegetables with a desert of freshly cut and peeled exotic fruits in which Alexis just adored and ate feverously. Mat and Cleo couldn't help but to smile at their little girl who was already growing up so quickly. The natives had taken the news rather well of them leaving, but they were sad to know that the child was going with them. Mat soon explained to them the reason that the girl had to go with them, but the elders kept on insisting that the spirit would protect them if anyone tried to harm them or their people. The argument lasted for a while but it was soon settled as everyone ate in silence.
The children were the first ones done eating, going back to playing in the dark of the night while being aided by the light of the fire. Both parents had also noticed that their child has excellent eyesight as well, but they really did truly doubt that some spirit was inside of their beloved child. To them it was just impossible for something like that to happen. It was their child, their loved one, their flesh and blood and they knew the child better than anyone, or at last they really thought they did. Were they really so blind as to not realize that Alexis was getting along so well with the natives as they quite well understood each other so well. It was like they had known each other for the longest time instead of just a single week.
One of the villages adults soon came running through the trees of the forest, yelling something about a loud whirling sound and something sounding like thunder roaring in the sky. No one really understood until a black helicopter appeared at the peak of the closest mountain, and it was closing very quickly with a second one right behind it. Both Mat and Chloe looked at one another, eyes wide and knowing of who and what was on the helicopters. "Hurry! Get your people into the forest where they're safer and away from this area! These men are bad and come to hurt you! Run!" Mathew was already up and gather all of the children together, trying to usher them into the forest while one of the elders stood up in defiance. "We are not leaving our sacred lands. Cynewolf will protect us."
"You silly old man, you just don't get it, do you? There is no spirit to protect you, and no weapons either. You need to run and get away from here. These men are evil, and they'll not only kill you but all your children and family as well. Stop acting as if there is something that is going to protect you from these people with guns. They have machines that could kill you with one hit. Don't you understand? Just run, get out of here! Chloe grab Alexis we need to get out of here now…" Mat had given up trying to usher the children away as they only ran back to their parents for comfort of what they knew nothing of. The response that the man got wasn't exactly the one he was expecting.
"A child? Is that why both of you quite and vanished like you actually had a choice in the matter? I'll be sure to kill everyone before her eyes and let her live in agony before killing her as well. A shame you didn't just stay and let us know the truth… We could've protected your child, put her in one of our programs. Oh yes, I know they were only for boys, but I'm so sure she would've survived through it all." It was Voltaire; his cold words sending shivers down everyone's spines while he laughed madly at his own cold-hearted joke. It had already been proven that no female could survive the trainings that the children ere put through.
"Voltaire, sir, please leave her and everyone else out of this, I'm begging you. We both will go back with you if you just let her and the natives be to live. Just don't hurt her, don't hurt her…" Chloe was in tears; the small clear droplets sliding down her cheeks only to splatter on the dry dirt ground below her. She should've known begging would've never gone well with Voltaire, but she was so desperate to save her child, her only child, her flesh and blood. Mat had to hold her up on her feet to keep her from falling to her knees, his blue eyes stern while everyone back away from the approaching robed men. Was Voltaire really considering just taking them and leaving everyone else be?
"Stop sniveling.. Both of you will come back with me and be punished accordingly… If everything goes well we'll leave your precious daughter and natives alone. Chain them, gag them, and drug them." The last three orders were given strictly to the robed men, and the rushed to do as they were told. There was little resistance met as both Chloe and Mat were chain and gagged, though they would later be drugged on the helicopter so their bodies wouldn't have to be dragged or carried all the way to the aircraft. The only cry of protest came from Alexis, nearly the youngest of them all but she was fighting, biting, and clawing like mad to get to her parents though she was being held back by one of the hunters of the native group. "Mama…! Daddy..!" The whimpering cried were heart wrenching, both parents turning their heads away shamefully as they abandoned their child.
As soon as Mat and Chloe were a good ten to fifteen yards away Voltaire grinned madly, his own mind working plots without anyone's ears to listen in on. "One more thing…. I lied." There was a maniacal laughter as he started to walk away, more robed men stepping up with guns ready and aimed. Mat and Chloe had to be shoved to the ground and pinned there because they were struggling so much, yet they only were forced to watch as the robed men were about to kill everyone before their eyes. "Kill them all, now." The order was curt and demanding, and if anyone were to dare go against Voltaire's wishes they'd feel his wraith before dieing a very painful death.
At the order the men fired, nearly all at once as the triggers were pulled simultaneously one after another. The only thing louder than all the gunshots mixed together was a cry, a sharp and pitiful cry of a single child who was already in pain from her parents being taken from her; Alexis. It was clear that the guns did shoot first, but none of the bullets hit any of the living beings as they huddled against each other. Some ran, and would later be glad of that as they survived the whole massacre though too many lives were taken after the whole mere half a minute event. A soft blue glow had kept the bullet from hitting anyone, the glow more bright around the white haired girl of just a few years while the burly projection of a large white furred wolf appeared baring its sharp teeth. The power was too much for someone so young and not understanding of what lay inside of her, and the light and projection soon vanished, the blue fading to nothing as Alexis collapsed to the ground barely conscious but drained of her energy. The men had fired again as soon as the girl feel, those who didn't run screaming in pain as their flesh was pieced by the metal bullets. It wasn't long until all were dead, all but the girl to lay there with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Such power…And all from some puny brat of a few years. Now I see why you were hiding her. A shame you didn't just let me have her to begin with, but now she's going to have to suffer even more when I put her in the training programs of the elites… Be sure that you will never see your dear Alexis ever again Mister and Misses Maximus. Boris, grab the girl and lets go, I've plans for the little runt and her parents are just the motivation tool she needs to keep going." Turning once more Voltaire left, walking ahead of everyone back to the helicopter as Mat and Chloe were picked up and dragged along with. Boris was quick to comply with his order, snatching the now unconscious girl up roughly and bringing her along with them.
After that day several years passed, each harder than the one before as Voltaire and Boris made sure that every day was a living hell for the young Alexis. It didn't help either that everyone in each of her training classes was a guy, and they always picked on her and often beat her up more than once a day. But the first year she had learned to defend herself, getting a reputation around the training classes that she wasn't one to mess with or to say anything about her parents to. Several boys had, earned the hard way; ending up with broken fingers or noses along with several bruises and cuts over their body. One of them she had almost killed, but drew back the last moment after realizing what she was doing. Each day was like a painful broken rib gouging at her lung and other organs, praying that maybe one day she'll just sink away and die, but in her heart she was better than that, having hopes that she would be reunited with her parents one day again like Voltaire always said. Still yet she had to learn that he never kept his promises.
She was a mere six years old or so, as they really didn't know and really didn't care, but Voltaire had a rather bad day and was taking out his anger on everyone. Alexis was in her cell, or at least that is what she called it because she had nothing but a stone floor, ceiling and walls to comfort her along with a very thick door when one of the robed men had been sent to get her as Voltaire wanted to -have a word' with her about something, but the man wouldn't say what when she asked. Many of the other men in the area, the guards mostly as well as Boris as they passed him, were watching her with hungry eyes, as what little scant clothing she wore didn't leave much for the imagination. Her hair was kept fairly short, just above the shoulders while she had gained several inches in height since she had arrived here.
Alexis was delivered to Voltaire's personal room, a desk and a lush and comfortable bed the two biggest pieces of furniture in the elaborate and expensive room. As the robed man walked out eh locked the door behind him, the click of the lock causing Alexis to turn her head to look back at the door uneasily. She had heard stories about kids being taken into Voltaire's personal quarters and not coming back out the same person they were. They had somehow changed, more submissive and fearful while walking around in some sort of trance. The girl just assumed though that it was a thing all boys went through, all until she saw the broad man's eyes looking so lustful at his body. She couldn't help but to step back, swallowing deeply as her back met the door.
"Soon you won't be backing away from me child, but screaming for me… I've waited long enough for you to grow up enough. I couldn't be ruining you when you were so fragile, now could I? No, you're much too important for that, little one." The words ended in a lustful sneer, Voltaire stalking over to the greatly shorter girl and grabbing a large handful of hair, not hesitating to pull harshly on it as Alexis sharply cried out at the sudden pain. The cry was cut short though as the large man crushed his lips bruising against her smaller ones, wandering tongue shoving its way forceful ling into her mouth almost causing her to vomit right then and there. She hated his taste, the feel of his lips against hers, and hated what he was going to do with her.
It wasn't long before Voltaire had dragged Alexis over towards his comfortable and velvet masked bed, throwing her on top of the soft mattress only to put his large frame on top of hers. It felt to her like her lungs were being crushed, as they nearly truly were with the stronger and broader man laying on her and grinding his hips against her own. She would feel his hard erection against her thighs, feel its wanting throbs as it was rubbed through material between her legs. She scream and fought, but got nowhere as she only received a sharp slap to the face which sent her mind whirling into darkness for a moment. Blood trickled down the corner of her mouth, the coppery taste invading her taste buds out for it to be roughly licked away by the vulgar man.
"I told you that you were going to scream for me… I will hear you scream louder yet, and that I won't even have to promise as I can see the fear and pain in your eyes." He laughed bitterly, not taking his time as he stripped Alexis of her clothes all too roughly, invading her virgin entrance with not one of his large fingers but two which made her squirms madly to try to get away while cry out in pain and outrage. Tears were already falling from her steel blue eyes, body already weak from the day of brutal workouts and experiments on her body. There were so many drugs in her system that she was surprised that she hadn't been drugged into unconsciousness. Even with the spirit of Cynewolf trying to help her she was too drugged and in pain to accept or understand the spirit, leaving her utterly helpless as the man started to ravage her young virgin body
Voltaire stepped away only for a moment to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down and he was back bending over Alexis with a vile smirk upon his face. He loved the smell of fear and the look of pain of a squirming young body beneath him. That really only turned him on more, eyes glazing with lust as he didn't even wait until the virgin body below him to adjust before he viciously thrust himself into her, Alexis' painful scream echoing throughout the underground parts of the abbey. Every knew what was happening in his chambers, those who were actually getting to know the girl mourning for her and her pain as Voltaire reveled in the cries which were being made. He grunted, pulling out and thrusting back into her as Alexis cried out again. It was like fire inside of her, tender skin tearing and bleeding down her thighs as the bulky man kept thrusting himself deeper, harder, and faster into her young and unready body. The tears were coming freely now, screams coming with them as Voltaire had his way with her.
Often the older man would hit her, grinning at her pain as he felt himself ready to release inside of her. SO he only got rougher, small cuts appearing as a strong first left quickly bruising marks upon her violated body. With a load moan mixed with a grunt of satisfaction Voltaire thrust himself deeper one more time, pulling at Alexis' white hair with his fist as his essence was released into her. By the end she had no more energy to scream, throat hoarse and dry while her eyes were dry of any more tears. With one more harsh crack of his fist against her cheek Voltaire pulled himself out of her, cleaning himself and pulling his pants up before leaving Alexis there to lay in pain only to pass out moments later.
Events like that occurred more and more often, as any man who wanted her usually got him way with her until the actual assassination training began a few years later. That's when people started to back off, all but Voltaire and Boris, as they knew that she couldn't harm them without suffering greatly. Despite everything she still got into trouble, running off a lot and some how getting out of her cell to do what ever she pleased. There were suspicions that she was meeting with other students, but it was never confirmed, as they could never catch her in the actual meeting. Alexis was never a violent person though, often found smiling away and playing jokes on the guards and other children in the abbey as if nothing ever happened. It was only when her parents or the future members of the Demolition Boys team were threatened that she fell quiet and submissively back into line.
