A/N: Warning: This chapter contains sexual situations and attempted rape. It may not be suitable for all readers.
Mind Reading 101- Part 12
All three walked along the streets together, looking around at the fountains, houses, and markets. They bought souvenirs, and rented motorbikes to race around the city together.
Late in the afternoon, they sat on the Queen's staircase, watching the people go by.
Heidi and Jason were making a scene, making out on the steps above them. Mark sat below Princess and Brian, next to Melanie, feeling very uncomfortable with the situation as it was. He could feel Princess' emerald green eyes boring into his back.
Brian lay stretched out with his head in Princess' lap, enjoying her stroking his dark hair.
Below them, Melanie began kissing and fondling Mark. He felt awkward, but didn't want Princess to know it, so he kissed Melanie back.
Princess felt her heart break. Her eyes began to tear up, and she bit her lip.
"I…I'm not feeling too well, Brian, I'm sorry, I have to go home." She quickly got up and sprinted to the motorbike. She jumped on, and sped toward the bungalow.
Mark jumped up and ran after her. Waving his arms, he yelled, "Princess, no, don't go!" He took another of the motorbikes and chased after her.
"What is this? Two evenings in a row he leaves me to chase after sis? Talk about an overprotective brother…" Melanie crossed her arms in disappointment.
Jason broke away from Heidi once more. "Family problems. Sorry, Heidi…I really am…" He jumped up and took the remaining scooter.
Brian looked at the girls and shrugged. "Looks like we're on our own tonight!"
"What a weird family…" Melanie observed.
"Come on, I'll walk you girls home." Brian offered.
Meanwhile, Princess entered the bungalow, ran to her room, and slammed the door.
She dove onto her bed, collapsing in tears. I just can't take it any more. I'm going to have to leave the team.
Princess…Please don't…Hear me out…Mark heard her speak, and spoke to her telepathically as he neared the bungalow.
You weren't supposed to hear that…she sobbed.
I know, but I did…and I feel the same way…will you please let me explain? Mark begged. Please, just come out and sit down with me and I'll explain everything…
Sorry, Mark, I just can't…Maybe I'll talk to you in the morning, okay? CLICK! The connection was closed.
Mark plopped down on the couch. Jason entered the room.
Well, here we are again…Mark shot him an angry look. Got any bright ideas?
You two are really bad for my love life, you know that? Jason leaned against the doorway.
Well, she's not coming out tonight, so let's go out and have a drink.
Mark rubbed his head and looked back at Princess' closed bedroom door. Yeah, I guess I need one tonight…
They headed for the resort Karaoke bar, where they ran into Melanie and Heidi.
"We're sorry ladies; our sister's a little sensitive…" Jason put his arm around Heidi. Mark acted rather cold to Melanie.
Come on Mark, act right just this once…for me? Jason pleaded again.
Mark downed a couple of drinks. They helped him to relax a little and helped to mask his pain.
Princess listened as Mark and Jason left. It angered her that they could just go back out again after what had happened. She wiped her tears and fixed her make up.
If they can do it…so can I…She was bent on revenge…
After changing into a sexy black miniskirt and tight green top, she wandered over to the football bungalow. A wild party ensued. The boys were pleased to see her at the door. "Hey Bri! Your Princess has arrived!" They called to Brian, who had been nursing a drink in the kitchen.
His voice was slurred. "Princess, you're here! Isn't she a hot one, boys?" he slapped her on the butt.
"Brian, how much have you been drinking?" Princess eyed him cautiously.
He held his arms up in the air far apart from each other and said, "Just a wee little bit…"
He was so far gone, she wondered if he had been doing more than drinking. Something's different about him...I just can't put my finger on it.
One of the other players shoved a drink in her hand. She was so distracted by Brian's odd behavior, she just drank the drink without questioning what it was.
Suddenly, she felt sick to her stomach. The room started spinning, and everything started going in slow motion. She panicked. What was in that drink?
She fell to the floor, barely conscious as the players began to attack her. They began to rip her clothes off. She could barely make out Brian's face; he seemed to be the "ringleader."
"Noooo..." She moaned. She was too weak to move.
No, No, Mark help me…please…I can't move…She couldn't speak. She tried to reach Mark and Jason. Telepathy was her only hope.
In the bar, Mark and Jason heard her plea…
"We'll be back in a minute…promise…" Jason kissed Heidi's hand as he ran out the door after Mark.
Transmute quickly, Jase, Prin's in trouble!
They both were surrounded by a flash of light as they ran toward the bungalows.
Where are you Prin? Answer me! Mark demanded.
Football players…drugged…Princess was losing consciousness. The players were grabbing at her. Random blurry faces appeared in her field of vision. She could feel hands and lips, tearing clothes...kissing her. She felt hot breath all over her. The smell of alcohol hung heavy in the air. She heard Brian's voice; he was laughing hysterically.
Mark and Jason crashed through the bungalow door. They headed straight for the mass of football players and threw them across the room. Jason started to go after Brian. Mark pushed him back and ordered. "He's mine! Take Care of the others!"
Mark punched him hard in the gut, and he fell to the floor. A trickle of blood flowed out of his mouth.
Mark leaned over and pulled him up by his collar. He pulled out his boomerang and flicked out the razor- sharp blades, centimeters from Brian's throat. "If you ever come near Princess again…I'll kill you!" The Eagle's eyes burned into Brian's face. Then, he dropped him back to the floor and kicked him across the room.
Jason flew around the room showing the other players the Condor's rage. They scattered around the room, terrified. Feather darts zipped around the room, jabbing them in their hands, legs, and shoulders. Jason didn't want to kill them. He wanted to maim them...and make them suffer.
Jason smirked at Mark as he listened to the football players moans. Guess they're moaning for a different reason, now…
Mark said nothing. He gently wrapped Princess up in a sheet; then he scooped up the tattered, drugged Swan and carried her back to the bungalow.
