Chapter 2 - by Jouley
Charlotte
I screamed. That's right, Charlotte friggin' Church - the Heartbreak Hotels roughest, toughest, catsuit wearing, rebel warrior - stood there and screamed as the SP viciously sliced open the cheek of my immobilized lover.
It wasn't until Madonna fell to the ground, the blood freely dripping from the gash in her face, that I broke from my paralysis. I didn't get more than a few feet before padded arms grabbed me and yanked me backwards, halting my delayed rescue.
"Madonna!" I cry. Great job Charlotte, show the SP your weakness and what do you expect? They are aware the woman has no knowledge about the dreamer, or the rhapsody he or she is supposed to bring. But they'll hurt her anyway, because they think you do.
The guard holding my position laughs cruelly into my grimy neck, his breath rancid and hot. They are now hauling Madonna to her feet, dragging the pained woman out of the room. I would have struggled harder but the butt of the guards laser baton is being pressed into the small of my back.
"I bet they'll fk her.." The guard's insidious voice informs, causing the blood in my veins to heat up. I already knew the fate of the woman I loved more than my own existence, I just didn't need to hear it coming from the man who's hand is now traveling further and further down my stomach.
"Uh uh.." He taunts, stopping me from pulling away by taking his laser baton and holding it against my throat. Gasping for air, I'm raised onto my toes as his body is taller than mine, and evidently much much stronger.
It's then that I realize the object I still feel pressed into my back, couldn't possibly be his laser weapon. Trying my best to keep the bile from rising, I manage to struggle out of his lock, only to hear a deafening crack as white light explodes behind my eyes.
My body lifelessly crumples to the ground, the result of a blow to the head. As my vision swirls and I feel myself falling deeper and faster into unconsciousness, I can only pray that Madonna isn't watching. I don't want her to see what he is doing to me.
I'm supposed to be the strong one.
I repeat this to myself, as once more, I scream.