Warning: Rated for language, violence and adult behavior.
The main characters of this story are based on characters from the cartoon 'Code Lyoko.' I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.
This story also uses characters from the graphic novel 'Sin City' by Frank Miller. I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.
This story also uses characters from the movie 'Wasabi', directed by Luc Besson. I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.
References to 'The Goon' in this story do not refer to the character of 'The Goon' by Eric Powell.
Marv entered the room where the party had been held. He took one look at the huge picture of Aelita, gave a low whistle, then tore it from the wall.
"Damn, that's the last thing I need to be looking at tonight! You lot go 'round this room and rip all those things down! She's a good friend of yours, and you shouldn't be seeing her like this!"
Odd, Ulrich and Yumi nodded and set to work. When Ulrich came in the room a few moments before, Yumi ran and threw herself into his arms, wrapping herself around him, heedless of the blood and worse covering him and her nakedness. They embraced, their first kiss, and the world vanished except for each other. After a moment, she released him and stepped back. He eyed her up and down, smiling at her and her condition, then stripped off the blood soaked tee shirt he wore and gave it to her. She accepted his gift and put it on like she had been given her wedding dress. Though it only covered her upper body, she felt as though she were dressed like a queen at her finest. Ulrich rummaged around and managed to find a pair of pants to add to her ensemble.
While the kids were working, Hubert walked over to Marv.
"Where are the others?" he asked.
"Gail and the others are rounding up the guests and the remaining crew," Marv replied, "the guests are going to be enjoying the accommodations the girls had on the trip over. I told Gail to bring the surviving slavers and the older girls back here."
"So Aelita, do you still think they're worth saving?" XANA's question still rang in the air.
The XANA possessed man stood there in the doorway, awaiting an answer.
"Yes, I do," she replied simply.
"Even after all you have experienced? This should have been a revelation to you as to just how hopeless mankind is. Look at the things you were made to do. Remember what happened to your friends, what was going to happen to them. I have searched the memories of this subject, and found memories of past evils he has seen, and has done himself. This is the world you are trying to protect, Key Holder. A world full of danger, a world full of evil and corruption. Let me end it. Give me your keys, and I will cause all of this suffering to end. Yes, people will die, but it will be over quickly, and I shall not take sick pleasure doing it."
"No, I won't," she replied quietly, "there's still good in them, there's still hope. They all aren't monsters. If I gave you what you want, you would destroy them all, the bad and the good."
"It makes no difference," XANA replied, "one small change and even Jeremie would be the one doing the raping and murdering."
"You may be right, but he didn't. He's never intentionally hurt me. He came half way around the world to save me. There is hope for them, for all of us. Even now, I have more hope that the world will be a better place than it was a week ago."
"And why is that?" XANA asked.
Aelita looked the man in the face, and gave her foe a smile. "Because you came half way around the world to save me too."
Everybody was gathered in the room now. The rest of the gang had been tied up and now lay at the feet of their former playthings. Gail had gotten clothes for the girls and removed the cursed shock collars. All the girls pulled of the thongs they were forced to wear, casting the vile things from them like serpents.
Momo dragged the boss into the room to join his men, followed by Aelita and Jeremie. Jeremie and XANA had managed to find clothes for Aelita, and she had dressed. The rest of the gang ran over and embraced them, finally together. Momo turned to Jeremie and Aelita and said, "my presence here is no longer necessary. I will take no action against Paris. For now, I will take no action at all. Return quickly however, for my patience is not infinite."
Momo then staggered as the phantasm rose from him and dissipated. He almost fell over, but caught himself and stood up. He looked around the room, getting his bearings.
"Hey, how did I get here?" Momo said to the room, "Hubert, did I miss all the fun?"
"Not quite," Hubert said, smiling at his friend, "we still haven't blown anything up yet. Why don't you go and change that."
Momo smiled and went about his task.
They took stock of the prisoners they had. Ten of the slavers had survived; with the boss and the photographer, making twelve survivors.
Some of the girls cried as the men were laid before them, still frightened. Gail turned to Marv, Hubert and the boys and said, "leave. What happens next is none of your business."
Marv and Hubert nodded and turned to go. Jeremie, Ulrich and Odd stood there, dumbfounded.
"What's going on?" Odd asked, "why do we need to go?"
"Boys, let's go," Hubert told them, "these men are about to reap the fruits of their labors. It is not our place to be here, nor would I want to stay. Now come along, all of you."
Still bewildered, the boys followed the men and left.
After the men left, Gail had one of the girls shut and lock the door. She then walked over and stood before the condemned men.
"You came here tonight, with girls you stole from a foreign land, children, and made ready to commit them to Hell. You ripped one of the most precious things they had from them, their innocence. You made them do vile things to please you, and you were planning on selling them to others so they could have their sick fantasies played out. You came here to do your business because you thought no one would either know or they wouldn't care. You were wrong on both parts."
"We knew you were coming. We've known about you ever since your ship left France. And we care. Every whore in here has a reason why she is what she is; but we all remember back before, when we too were innocent, and we remember when that innocence was torn away from us and how painful it was. And we will never stand by and allow it to happen to other girls, not if we can do something about it."
"If you had brought other prostitutes here, things would have been different. That would have been a turf war, and you would just be dead. But you brought children here to be raped and abused, to be your playthings. Now, you're going to wish for a quick death. You all are going to repay in some small insignificant measure, the damage you caused these girls, and the damage you almost caused those children."
Gail then walked over to one of the slavers, pulled out a revolver she brought just for the occasion, and emptied it into the man's gut. As he screamed she opened the cylinder and reloaded, then moved to the next man and emptied it into his groin. She went to each male slaver who had participated in the raping and gut shot them or castrated them, leaving a massive wound in each. Soon the room was filled with the men's cries of pain and anguish.
When she finally got to the photographer and the boss, Aelita called out, "don't. Don't do that to them."
Gail turned to the pink haired girl and said, "why not? This fat turd was the cause of all of this! He planned it, he put it together! You of all people should be the last person to defend him! I saw those pictures; he and this other little pissant raped you just as throughly as the other girls, they just didn't use their dicks to do it!"
"You're right, they did," Aelita said, "but it was me they did it to. If one of the other girls say that either of them so much as touched her, I'll shut up. Otherwise, I want them."
None of the other girls spoke up. After a moment of silence, other than the moans of the dying, Gail said, "okay, they're yours."
Marv, Hubert and the boys went down to where the guests had been secured. Bart Winslow and his crew had been added to the crowd after the ship was secured.
Hubert opened the door, and Marv framed himself in it. The guests weren't brave or strong men, they were only rich and perverted. None of them made a move to rush the door.
"You fine people came here tonight hoping to buy human life," the big man said, "happens all the time in Sin City, I know that. But what makes this different is you reached out to innocent kids, nice kids, and dragged them into your filth. For that, you deserve to die."
Someone in the crowd moaned in despair.
"However," Marv continued, "I've been convinced by some of the others to spare you the slaver's fate. I won't kill you. God Almighty will decide your fate."
"We are sinking this ship. Even now, the scuttling charges are being set. Before we do, we'll blow the door off this room. There are no life preservers, no lifeboats, nothing like that, so you'll have to swim for it. The shore is ten miles from here, in one direction or another. Perhaps, maybe, the Coast Guard will arrive and fish you out; if so, consider yourselves lucky, and I'll just have to be satisfied with that. If not, well, I'll be satisfied with that, too."
With that, Marv closed and locked the door.
"Did you really mean that?" Odd asked the man.
"Every word. Hubert, when your friend finishes below, have him rig a small charge on the door, just like I said. Set it to go off just before the others do. If God has the stomach for it, He can save them."
The fat man and the photographer babbled and cried as the girls purged their demons. After Gail had shot the first slaver, one of the former slaves ran up to him, viciously kicking him in the open wound in his gut. She pulled out part of his entrails as she withdrew her foot. She then proceeded to kick and hit him, over and over, pulling his intestines out as she did.
The other six quickly followed suit. They were all over the helpless men, screaming and hitting, pulling and biting. One girl managed to yank out a man's testicle, then jammed it down his throat. Another pulled on a man's intestine, then wrapped it around his neck to strangle him. Another managed to find a shock collar and its matching controller. She took the thing and jammed it into the ruined groin of one of the men, then proceeded to shock him, laughing as the jolts added to his agony.
And Yumi joined in the orgy of revenge, helped by her friend, guardangel.
Yumi was shocked, surprised and embarrassed when she recognized Miho. The girl just smiled and embraced her friend. She then stepped back, and offered Yumi one of her short swords, so she too could purge her demons. Yumi accepted the gift and turned to one of the slavers, the first man to rape her. She walked up to him and plunged the blade into his abdomen. Yumi kept trying to drive the blade through him, but the floor underneath stopped her. Miho came up to the girl, put her hands gently on the hilt over Yumi's, and helped the girl twist the sword in the man's guts. He howled at the fire they caused him. Miho helped her friend, like a mother would teach a baby, and Yumi learned and purged, as the man suffered and died.
Finally, it was over. Except for the boss and the photographer, all of the slavers were dead, at the hands of their victims. They stood over their tormentors, bathed in their blood and viscera, and wept that what they had done had not erased the stain on their souls.
Aelita stood aside and watched the whole spectacle. She was repulsed by what she saw, horrified that her friend joined in. And she was ashamed for what she was about to do.
Aelita had asked Gail for something, and the woman sent one of the others off to get it. In the meantime, while the slavers had died, Aelita gathered up all of the pictures of her that had been printed, then located the computer that stored the images, and brought them to the charnel house. She had the boss and the photographer sat up, and surrounded them with the pictures and equipment. All around them was Aelita's face, lost in forced orgasm. Her smoldering eyes, burning with passion, stared back at them. Beyond that circle of her beauty was the ugliness of the other girls' vengeance.
The girl Gail sent out returned, carrying cans of gasoline. Gail handed one to Aelita, and the pink haired girl set to work. Starting at the door, she walked all around the room, carefully pouring the gasoline on the bodies. Every now and then she would make a little puddle of gas on the floor, then move on. Finally, she came to the fat man and his photographer. She poured the gasoline on all of the pictures, all of the equipment, then soaked their legs and pants with the fuel.
"I'm ready," was all she said. Gail and all of the other girls filed out of the room, careful not to step in the trail of gasoline that Aelita had so carefully laid down. Aelita then made her way to the door, stopping when she got there. Gail stood there, waiting for her. When she got to the door, Gail gave Aelita something. A lighter.
"You said I would haunt your dreams for the rest of your life," Aelita said to the fat man, "then spend the last few minutes of your life gazing at me. Look into my eyes, full of the lust you forced out of me, and burn in their fires forever."
Aelita then lit the lighter, bent down and touched the flame to the beginning of the trail of gasoline she so carefully laid down. The fire jumped to life and raced down the trail she blazed, setting bodies on fire, then the room, then the pictures and equipment, and ultimately the boss and his henchman. Aelita gave her rapists one last look as they screamed, then turned and left, shutting the door.
As he died, all the fat man could see was Aelita's eyes, smoldering in lust, in desire. The fire in her eyes reached out to him, engulfing his legs, his groin, his body.
He screamed as her smoldering eyes ushered him into the depths of Hell.
