I awoke on a cold, hard wooden floor. I moaned, wiping the dried blood off my mouth.
What had happened to me?
My whole body ached and I didn't want to move. I moaned again and ever slowly turned my head to the right, and was met by a horrific sight.
Blade, in all his evil glory was standing before me. His torn, bloody shirt lay at his feet. He knelt slowly to my lever and reached out a single bony finger to caress my cheek. I pulled back with a hiss as his icy fingers connected with my flesh.
He smirked his evil, disgusting smirk. "You know you liked it last night"
My mind raced. Like what? I remembered nothing, and said as much."How could you forget?" He said, taking a step closer to me. I had not retort, but I was terrified and draged myself as far away from him as I possibly could. But he grabbed my wrist. "I'm not finished with you." I hacked up a wad of spit and spat at his feet. He hissed and lashed out at me with his foot, smacking me straight in the face with it.
Tears stung my eyes, which caused him to kick me again. A new wave of tears came gushing out. Not satisfied by my reaction to his torture, he yanked me up by a fist-full of my hair and shook me. "You're just a stupid girl! Crying is so weak!"
"Drop her." Change said from the doorway.
Blade glared at him. "Don't let your emotions interfere with what I'm doing." Blade yelled at him, venom dripping from every word
"Fine," Change answered testily, "but i thought you might want to know that Blood's not doing too well."
Blade dropped me. "What did you say?" He asked, walking to the doorway ever so slowly.
Change gulped. "Blood. Known now as Flight. I think the baby's . . ." Change couldn't finish the sentence. Tears flowed down my cheeks. Not Flight's baby, I thought. Blade sprinted out the door and into the room where Flight was being held.I craned my neck to try to glimps Flight thru the crack under the door that had swung shut behind Blade. A soft moan issues from the unknown. Not Flight, oh, not Flight . . .
Change looked at me with pity, but that soon faded. I moaned and tried to sit up, but fell to the ground I was so sore that could barely move. But Flight, if Flight was hurt, or the baby, oh, Spot would kill me.
I had to get out of here. Soon. But with either Change or Blade always watching me, how would I? Then how was I supposed to even get Flight out of here if i couldn't even move myslef?
"What's wrong?" Change asked. I glared at my former friend. "Why do you care?" I asked, a slight edge in my voice
Change sighed. "Oh, Catwalk, you have to know by now!"
"Know what?" I asked indignantly, my voice still faint. "I -- well --"
"Please don't say it." I whispered half to my self, half to Change.
"I'm going to. I've waited to long. I love you."
I groaned. "Change...I have Mush." I told him, starting to sit up.
"Which is exaclty why I took you away from him. So then you could have me."
"No. I was happy with him. I was safe." I mumbled, leaning on my arm.
"You'll be safe with me."
"Not with him around."
"Who? Oh," Change jerked his head towards the door, "you mean Blade?"
"Who else?" I groaned, rubbing my cuts and bruises
Change shrugged. "He's a bonus, I suppose."
I rolled my eyes, and started to turn around, so I could examine the bruises and gashes on my chest.
Change grabbed my wrist. "You have to stay with me!" he cried, suddenly turning frenzied. I tired to shake his hand off my wrist but he just gripped tighter. "You're hurting me." I told him, knowing perfectly well he wasn't.
"If you don't stay," he threatened, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I'll kill Mush."
My eyes shot open. "You wouldn't." I said in an airy voice.
He sneered. "I would. And Jack, and Spot. And if she isn't already, I'd kill Flight, too . . ."
"Please. No. Not my family." I cried, half clinging to his arm.
"I would, and you know it," he said, uncerimoniously flinging me off of him. I fell to the floor, my hair a tangled mess. Tears steaming down my cheeks. My arms, bright red and my body still bruised.
Change left me then, striding to the door and yanking it open, trudging into the adjoining room where I presumed Flight lay. I lay on the floor and sobbed. With Flight . . I cried and cried. Wanting to Mush to be with me. To hold me. To take away my pain
Flight lay crumpled in the farthest corner of the bare, white room, surrounded by a pool of blood. She wasn't moving. Blade smirked at Flight's lifeless body. She was still alive... but barely.
"Well," he muttered to himself, "there certainly won't be another Conlon running around for a while."
"If Catwalk doesn't stay...Can I kill this one?" Change asked, eagerness in his voice.
Blade looked sharply at Change. "You mean Blood?" Change nodded. Blade glared. "When I feel the time is right, you may."Change grinned.
"What did you tell Marina?" Blade asked him.
"I said if she didn't stay here, with me, I'd kill them all. Her 'family'."
Blade backhanded him across the face. "You idiot! She's mine!"
Change staggered backwards. "But --" he spluttered. "You --"
"Rape her? Yes I know. But she will get used to it."
"You said I could have her!" Change screeched. Blade
blinked, then his lips curved into a smirk.
"That was before
i found out what a good fuck she is."
Change stood there, opened mouthed.
"What -- what did you just say?"
"She's a damn good fuck."
"You promised."
"Promises are meant to be broken."
A soft moan from the prone form of Flight made both boys jump and spin around
They stared at her, while she moaned and nearly passed out again. Blade finally gave a swift kick to her ribs. "She's useless at the moment. Clean her up, make sure the baby's gone," he commanded Change.
Flight moaned and curled her fragile body up at his kick.
Change knelt by her side as Blade walked out of the room and down a flight of stairs. Judging by the ammount of blood streaming down her legs, the next generation of Conlon was certainly dead.
Tears streamed down her face. Her baby, Spot's baby, was gone. Change reached for a basin of water near by, pulled out a cloth and hesitantly lifted the dress to bath Flight's bloody legs. She was still unconcious. Her head was tilted to one side, a small trickle of blood running out of one side of her mouth. Change didn't feel right doing what he was doing. 'But if this was Catwalk...' His perverted mind thought. He grinned. Then he could really enjoy this . . .
He shook his head to clear his thoughts of the girl he loved. Or thought he loved.
'Uh .. . what now?' I thought.
A body was hunched over me. I couldn't tell who it was, but it was male. It was always male.
It was Blade, an evil sneer across his face
"No." I screamed, "Get off of me."
He didn't say a word, simply pulled me to my feet and shoved me against the wall.
"Please. No. Only Mush can do this to me. Expect I don't end up covered in blood." I spat at him.
"You think I give a damn?" he snarled.
I tried to knee him but he grabbed my knee and roughly forced it down. I tried it again, but he hit me forcefully over the head with a resounding smack. I slumped to the floor. He climbed over my body again, taking off my shirt and pants. There was no kindness. Just his body roughly forcing its way into mine. I screamed.
No one should be forced to go through this. But I was. I longed for Mush to come bursting through the door. To see what Blade was doing to his wife. To free me. But it would never happen. It couldn't happen. He had no idea where I was, and frankly, neither did I.
I screamed again as he violated me. He slapped me across the face and my head crashed into the floor.
When I writhed in pain beneath Blade, he pinched me with those cold fingers. I screamed for a third time and he outright punched me. I heard my nose snap.
Through blurry eyes, I could see Change standing in the doorway. Longing to be in Blades' shoes.
The blood streaming frrom my nose overwhelmed me, and my head hit the floor. The room darkened.
GinevraTheNewsElf: You shall see. You shall see.
Gryffindor's Newsie: We did! Don't poke us!
Zero-0:Butterfly and I are going to be serious during this but we will try to add some humor.
NewsieGoil1899: This is what happened to Flight and Catwalk.
Andrea S: Good thing we're on break!
Queen of Doom: I finally got her to write!
