AN: waha.. well here is the second chapter, for all those who care…so three of you.. lol I'm going on holidays for the next ten days so I wont be updating Ha or this fic.. but alas you can live.
Warning: this chapter contains graphic hints and some very unpleasantness…read at your own discretion
"What do you mean they have her?!" Kai demanded, slamming Kevin's small body into the side of a building.
After being dumped outside the Abbey, Kevin had run and ducked into a dark alley to wait for Kai. As soon as he caught sight of the blue haired boy emerging from the gates he rushed over and the two disappeared into the night. Kai had waited until they were safe to question the younger teen about Liika's whereabouts.
Kevin groaned, trying to quell the pain that shot up his back. "We were ambushed…he-he took her and threw me out…" he gasped, clenching his eyes shut.
"Who?"
"Br-Bryan!"
Kai's grip slackened immediately and he backed up, his eyes wide. Dropping to his knees, he grasped his head between his hands. It all made sense now. They let him go…that's why it was so easy to escape. And they let Kevin go too, but why? Why set the two boys free but keep Liika? Unless…
Gradually the pieces began to fall together in Kai's mind. He knew it was his grandfather that ordered they're capture, so it couldn't have been him that set him free. It had to have been the Demolition Boys. It was no secret that Tala held no love for him, and resented the fact that Voltair favoured Kai over him. He must have ordered his freedom in order to get back at the old man. But then why keep Liika? She was of no significance to them. Tala had already defeated her, and true he didn't have her bit beast, but she didn't have it on her so why keep her? It was Bryan that caught them… so maybe it was an individual decision on his part. But why??
Kai's mind whirled with possible reasons as to why the burly, paled haired boy would bother with the feisty little Bladebreaker. If it had been to get at the Bladebreakers, why not just keep him? Besides, that would have been a group decision… so why….why??
He then remembered the glances and looks the Demolition Boy had thrown at their team on the various occasions they came across one another, or battled each other. At the time he had thought nothing of it, far more concerned with his grandfather, then his pawns. Bryan had obviously been watching their female teammate…and if Kai remembered correctly the glances were more than just casual. That meant…
Kai felt the bile rise up in his throat.
Oh god no…
Liika felt dirty and used. Her whole body ached, but no part more so than between her legs. It positively burned, the forceful entry from the night before had torn the sensitive flesh. Bruises and cuts adorned various parts of her body and face, making the ache even worse. She wanted to puke, and would have except that she didn't dare move and wake the teenager that was draped over top of her, nor did she dare throw up in his bed for the very fear of another beating.
She was completely naked, covered only by the bulk of his body and the quilt that covered them to the waist. His soft breath caressed her ear, tickling her as it ruffled her bangs slightly. He was half laying on top of her, one of his arms thrown over her collar bone and shoulder, his leg pinning her own to the feather mattress beneath them. She could feel him pressed against her belly and had to swallow down the stomach acid that surged up her esophagus for fear she would throw up all over him. She would definitely be in trouble then.
The question was how was she going to get out of this hellhole? She knew she couldn't stay there. If she had to go through another experience like last night she would kill herself. She'd rather be dead than be the play thing for one of the worlds dictators. What his sick fascination with her was she couldn't tell, but she wouldn't tolerate it. Liika had to get out. And get out now… but how? If he woke it would all be over for her. Glancing towards the window she saw that it was still dark out, and that the sun was just preparing to rise. He would wake soon…
Suddenly the door to the large creaked open and a figure in a long hooded cloak slid in, leaving the door open a crack. Liika's eyes darted towards the sleeping man on top of her, praying the small creak had not woken him.
It hadn't. The burly young man continued to sleep, merely grunting slightly in his sleep and gripping her more tightly. Great, now she was really going to have fun getting away!
The cloaked figure appeared beside the bed completely silent. Liika stared up at the figure, eyes wide. She couldn't see his face, but she could see that in one of his hands was a small syringe. Quickly the figure uncapped it and inserted it into the back of Bryan's neck. The needle was so small that there was no way Bryan was going to feel it in his sleep, no matter how alert he was.
Liika merely watched, stock still and silent as the figure seemed to count. After about a full minute he leaned over and rolled Bryan off of her. Liika was surprised. The pale haired young man didn't even flinch, just remained in a deep sleep. What was in that syringe?
"Come on. You have little time."
The deep male voice snapped her back to life and she scrambled off the bed and immediately emptied the contents of her stomach –not that there was much in there. As she finished retching, Liika felt the gentle weight of a cloak falling over her bare shoulders. She looked up and was met with expressionless crimson eyes staring down at her from underneath a black hood. Gasping, her hand flew to her mouth, both in surprise and to wipe any spittle or vomit away. "Spencer…" She whispered in awe behind her hand.
Blond hair peaked out from under the hood as the tall man turned on his heel, motioning with his hand as he did so. "Come." He commanded striding towards the door.
Liika pulled the cloak around her, covering her bare body completely, then covered her head with the hood that dwarfed her head. The cloak smelled strongly of Bryan, and she struggled not to vomit again. It's a scent she would never forget.
She quickly dashed after her rescuer. However, as she was picking her way around fallen or ripped articles of clothing –it was her clothing that was ripped to shreds- she saw something black and shiny peaking out of from under the crimson vest Bryan wore. Her eyes narrowed on the object and she stooped, picking it up quickly before continuing on her way, following the blond Demolition Boy out of the room that she had dubbed her torture chamber. She couldn't believe he had just left Black Dranzer lying on the floor underneath his clothes. It must have fallen out of his pocket as he divested himself of the clothes the night before. Heh, serves him right for raping innocent women!
"Oh my god…" Oliver gasped, one hand flying to his face to mask his horror.
Kai and Kevin had found the Majestics –minus Johnny who had gone with the other group of what was left of the AllStars and White Tigers-, Rei and Mariah about two hours after their escape, or rather the group had found them. They saw the two boys slinking down street across from the apartment they had been hiding in. After grabbing Mariah and Rei from the hospital they fled into the city. Some citizen had taken pity on them and agreed to hide them for a few days.
Kai was explaining to the small group what had happened, including Liika's abduction and what likely happened to her. The rest looked horrified, all of them wearing expressions of disgust and remorse. Kevin was silent, apparently traumatized from what he had seen. Tears glistened in Mariah's eyes and she broke down into sobs against Rei's chest. Robert shook his head, a frown deeply etched on his face and in his eyes.
"She knew the consequences when she went in there and I'm sure the others tried to stop her. With all due respect, if I remember correctly, Liika was rather stubborn." Robert said softly.
"Don't talk like she's dead!" Kevin suddenly burst out, glaring at the lot of them, tears running down his face. "Liika is strong! She can survive what ever that bastard does to her! She'll get out… she has too…I'll never forgive myself if she doesn't."
The room stilled as all attention was fixed on the youngest member of the group. It was obvious the short fourteen year old blamed himself for letting the blue haired girl fall into the clutches of the enemy. Mariah stopped sobbing, sniffling as she turned and took a step toward her teammate. "Kevin-"
"Oh forget it!" He snapped, spinning on his heel to leave the room, even though they weren't supposed to.
However as he jerked the door open he found the kind woman that had taken them in standing in the doorway, supporting the short frame of another person.
"One of you draw a bath now! I found this poor thing cowering in an alley by the market, she's been through a rough time I'd say." The woman explained briskly, leading the smaller figure into the room.
The group tensed at the unfamiliar person. The person's body was completely engulfed in a large cloak with a hood completely hiding their face. Even though she was slightly nervous, Mariah rushed off to the adjoining bathroom to do as their hostess commanded. Their hostess set the girl down on the floor with instructions for one of the boys to help the girl to the bathroom and for Mariah to help her bathe, as she couldn't risk looking like she was doing anything abnormal. With the quick instructions the woman strode out of the room, closing the door behind her.
The boys stared at the cloaked girl, not really sure how to make the move. For all they knew she could be a Biovolt soldier in disguise. However, her dirty and bruised bare feet and legs made that unlikely. Finally after a few moments of scrutinizing the unmoving girl, Oliver was the first to approach, his voice soft and soothing as he knelt down beside her. "Hello, my name is Oliver… may I assist you to the washroom?"
"O-O-Oliver??" A small voice croaked from under the hood. Her head raised and for the first time Oliver caught a glimpse of the face hidden by the hood.
He gasped, his violet eyes widening. "Liika…?" He whispered as the small body fell against his chest weeping.
The sound of the name caught everyone in the room's attention instantly. Kai was at the girl's side in a second, pulling back the large hood to see her face. What he saw made his blood boil.
Her face was bruised, one of her eyes black and her lip split. Her customary bun was missing from her hair, instead the royal blue locks were left to spill over her shoulders in a tangled mess. Now that the hood was off the cloak slid down over one of her shoulders exposing more marks –these ones looked disgustingly like teeth marks- and also revealed the fact that she was more than likely completely naked underneath the cloak. Tears spilled down her cheeks, and Kai would have pulled her to him, but she was already firmly latched onto Oliver's shirt, refusing to let go. Oliver, being the kind of man he was, wrapped his arms around her and rocked her gently back and forth, whispering words of comfort in his native language. Enrique was on his knees just behind Oliver, looking like he wanted to help, but like he wasn't quite sure what to do. The other three merely stood watching, sympathy reflecting in their eyes.
Mariah re-entered the room then and took a sharp intake of breath at the sight of her blue haired friend. Murmuring quiet prayers in Chinese, she hurried over to where Oliver held the crying girl. Slowly she placed her hands on Liika's shoulders, wincing as the girl flinched away from her, and pulled her backwards. "Come Liika, we'll get you cleaned up. You can cry on me all you want too…" Mariah said softly.
Liika nodded, allowing herself to be helped to her feet and led to the small bathroom. Mariah paused on the threshold, looking over her shoulder. "Find her some clothing please?" She asked before closing the door behind her.
The young men let out shaky breaths, all relaxing slightly. Enrique rubbed a hand over his eyes. "I pray to god I never have to see a sight like that again."
Tala flinched slightly as a drinking glass shattered upon impact with a stone wall. It was soon followed by a wine glass and a porcelain plate; both hitting different walls. Various dishes, cutlery and vases also met their demise at the hands of a raging pale haired young man. The destruction was accompanied by colourful swearing, and quickly, what started with harmless lunch plates, escalated to the splintering of wooden chairs and side tables. The servants were cowering in fear –two of them already feeling their master's wrath.
Ian strode into the room, his eyebrow quarking at the carnage that he saw. Lunch was strewn everywhere amongst broken glass and porcelain, splintered wood and fractured metal. In the midst of the mess sat a calm looking Tala, munching on a half of sandwich he managed to save from the destruction. Ian ducked a saucer that flew his way and shot a glare at the man that threw it.
"Fucking hell, what's his problem?" He snarked taking one of the last chairs left beside Tala.
Tala looked at the shorter young man and shrugged. "Can't say yet, he hasn't calmed down from his rage enough to say anything coherent. I'm guessing it has something to do with why he wasn't here for breakfast." Tala supplied, looking pensively thoughtful.
"Bryan needs to calm down before he does any serious damage to any of the servants and gets us in trouble with the old man. Where's Spencer?"
Once again Tala shrugged, finishing off his sandwich. "Haven't seen him since last night before the wench broke in. I suppose he is out directing troops, which technically is what we should be doing." He said standing and stretching his arms over his head. Tala scowled in annoyance as an object flew too close to his head for his liking. "That's it. I've had enough of this temper tantrum. Bryan!"
The pale haired young man stopped instantly, turning his narrowed lavender eyes towards his scowling captain.
"Bryan, please enlighten Ian and I as to why you are destroying the dining hall." Tala's voice had taken on a sugary sarcastic tone and it was easy to see the tall red head was less than pleased.
"I was drugged." Bryan growled, smashing the last remaining plate on the floor by his feet. "Fucking drugged."
Ian and Tala's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Drugged?" Tala echoed.
"How the hell were you drugged? That must been a hella strong tranquilizer. How did they even get near you?" Ian shot off the questions, clearly confused.
Bryan snarled, the rage clouding his eyes once more. Smashing fist into the wall he took a deep breath and willed his anger down. It would do no good to get angry, just get even. He would find the person that drugged him and stole from him what was his, and when he did…that person was going to die a slow, painful death.
"I was asleep, and someone wanted me to stay that way. They injected a large amount of mild tranquilizer into the back of my neck." Bryan explained slowly, turning to face his teammates, ignoring his bleeding hand. "A servant, or underling most likely, someone who had access to the keys to my chamber."
"But why would someone want you to stay asleep?" Tala drilled, the whole situation was a bit too bizarre to him, but he could tell the pale haired young man wasn't lying, it wasn't his style.
Bryan laughed bitterly, his teeth clenching around his words. "That's simple. So they could set my little Bladebreaker bitch free and steal Black Dranzer."
Now it all made sense to the two Demolition Boys. It wasn't overly surprising that their friend had kept the girl for his own, he had after all been wanting her for a while. However, Tala found it seriously irritating that Black Dranzer had gone missing in the incident as well. They were going to have a grand time explaining that to Voltair. Stupid old man.
Sighing dramatically, Tala ran a gloved hand over his eyes. "I going to assume you've questioned your personal servants. They are the only ones other than yourself with the keys to your chambers are they not?"
"Of course. Imbeciles could tell me nothing other than the fact that their set of keys was missing." Bryan snorted.
Ian scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe Bryan had been duped that easily. The guy was usually the sharpest one on their team and could hear a pin drop a mile away! "How the fuck did you not hear them coming into your room?? The whole Abbey knows your door squeals like a stuck pig." He demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.
Bryan shot a glower at his shorter friend. "I was up late, occupied with things your little child mind can't comprehend."
"Oh! Raping women…biiig man."
"You have a death wish midget."
"That's enough!" Tala barked, stopping the upcoming brawl. "Bryan you may have been drugged but you are still responsible for the loss of Black Dranzer. However. We'll make a plausible excuse for the old man. The fucking thing is useless with out someone to wield it anyway. Even though I'm sure you know who actually took her, and where they are taking her. Kai can't use it any more than we can unless he wants to be driven mad, so it's not a threat.
I couldn't care fucking less what you did with the Bladebreaker wench, but in the future, try not to let the lure of pretty women cloud your judgement hm? Now! Who's up for some peasant squishing?" Tala finished, a smirk jumping onto his lips.
Ian and Bryan soon forgot their petty squabbled, their faces adapting smirks of their own. Nothing like crushing uprisings to make one feel better, and because of the new take over, there were a lot of them to crush!
Mariah sighed as she stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door gently behind her to give the girl inside a little privacy. She was surprised; the short blue haired girl was taking the whole situation rather well. After Liika had gotten over her initial shock induced crying session, she quieted into a pensive silence. At least she wasn't screaming and trying to end her life like some women did. But Mariah didn't know what was worse: the tears – a perfectly natural thing considering- or the unwavering silence. Liika wasn't meant to be silent. It just wasn't in her nature.
"How is she?" Asked Rei quietly, coming and wrapping his arms around the pink haired girl.
"…Alright, I guess. She stopped crying and is now totally silent. To be honest, I don't know what scares me more." Mariah replied, leaning her head wearily against Rei's chest. The last few days had been extremely taxing. "But I can understand why she is…the way she is. Just looking at her made me want to vomit…the marks…what he must have done to her…" She emphasized it with a shudder. "Sadistic bastard."
A sharp growl emitted from the back of Kai's throat as he felt the sudden need to destroy something. How anyone could do that to another human being was beyond his understanding. Enrique sat quietly against the wall, his head hanging, his hair in his eyes. How had the world as they knew it collapsed so fast? Only last week he was running around Europe chasing pretty girls and flashing his money. Now what did he have? No money, no girls, no life. He had his friends. And he was glad for that. At this point, they would all need each other to survive.
"Hey guys, did you manage to come up with some clothing for Liika? She can't wear that cloak, she can't even looking at it. She kept muttering something about "it smells like him." Mariah spoke up finally, pulling away from Rei.
Robert responded the quickest, picking up a pile of clothing that was folded on the small coffee table in the middle of the small room. "Our hostess brought these in for her. They will most definitely be too big, but she will have to make due." He said, passing the clothing to Mariah.
The pink haired girl flipped through it. All boy's clothing, a pair of drawstring cargos, a baggy t-shirt, a pair of sock and a pair of small, old, but usable tennis shoes. The woman was very kind indeed. "Thank you." Mariah murmured, disappearing back into the bathroom.
Sometime later she re-emerged, this time leaving the door open behind her. Liika, almost completely drowned by the over sized clothing, shuffled out after the taller girl, her head down and a blank look on her face. She silently made her way over the wall where Enrique, Kai and Robert sat, sitting between Enrique and Kai, but making sure there was a good four inches between them and her. The two boys could feel her nervousness and left her be. Hopefully she would heal in time.
"I'm sorry Liika."
The blue haired girl rose her head slightly so she could peer across the room at the younger teen who sat by the door. His long green bangs shadowed his eyes, masking his emotions almost perfectly, but his voice gave him away. It was a small plea like whisper that held great guilt.
"I…I should have done more to help you." He followed, translucent tears starting to make tracks down his dirty face.
She was silent for minutes following, her eyes closing. She couldn't blame him…she couldn't blame anyone other than the bastard that did it to her. Slowly, as Kevin's quiet apology filtered through her head like a prayer, something inside of her made her take a step back and look at her reaction. What good was sulking in silence? Was that going to bring back her innocence, take back all the things Bryan had done to her? No. Crying and feeling dirty would get her nowhere. Self-pity was useless, serving only to break ones spirit. It dawned on her then that that what could have been the pale haired Demolition Boy's plan all along. Break the girl with spirit and then claim her, use her for his own. If she allowed him to take her spirit, to break her then she was allowing him to win. And that was something she couldn't let happen, not after all she had done. The world was in this mess because of her failure, a failure she would not make again. However, she found it difficult to let go any of the feelings of betrayal and shame that had settled in her heart. But she needed to move on, may it be slowly or not.
"No Kevin…" Liika finally replied, willing him to look up at her. "It's not your fault…not anyone's fault. I knew the risks going in… and I paid the price. I would do it again given the shot. My friends' freedom is worth more than any pain Bryan inflicted on me."
The room lapsed into silence after those words, no one truly knowing what to say. Kevin felt a bit better, but still felt guilty. But she was ok, and that's what counted. After a good half an hour of just sitting there, contemplating everything the door burst open suddenly and their hostess stepped in, her eyes panicky and her voice frantic.
"They have come!"