No need to continue to warn. You know what you got into. Beware of the themes. If you don't like them, then read something else that's more your style, rating, etc. I said it was mature and had strong themes, plus deals with strong topics. If you don't mind, then please continue to read. Thank you.

Ch. 2:

She walked down the cave's hallway. The pathway was wet and moist. Moss and a pretty purple flowers she never seen were scattered about in sparse areas of the cave as she walked. She continued to move further down, a golden pollen now filtering the air. She figured, once getting the journal out, she was getting close. She hadn't thought about when she jumped into the lake, about the book, but remembered her cousin had placed a water proof spell or barrier thing on the journals, which she was kind of glad for. She saw in the distance a glimmer of light coming into view somehow into the cave. The golden pollen sparked and the purple flowers that were sparse were now everywhere in full bloom. It was like a lush garden. But they surrounded a quartz podium. On it was a stone that was multiple purples, blues and even had some greens in certain lights. She walked towards it, grabbing the journal again, reading the page over and looking at the drawing of the item.

"This is it." She nodded to herself, putting the journal back in her sweater pocket and grabbing the stone off the podium. She held it in her hands the light from the room flickering off it. She looked at it a bit, before placing it in her pocket and walking out of the enclosed space. She felt light headed as she walked further out, heading back to the waterfall. She held her head and tried to shake it off, her skin feeling a little clammy. She let out a breath before continuing to walk. As she saw the small opening with the back of the waterfall and the little water hole she came in through, her body began to feel weird and she fell to her knees near the water. She stayed close to the wall, her fingers on her temple trying to focus, as her body temperature rose slightly. She place her hand in the water hoping that wetting it and her face would help. She closed her eyes, leaning more against the wall.

"Northwest?" She heard, catching her off guard. She lifted her eyes slightly to the voice that spoke, knowing it all too well.

"I thought I left you in the forest earlier." She replied softly.

"You did." He walked over to her. "What are you doing here? Why are you in here?" He clarified himself asking the two questions. She let out a huff like it was supposed to be a laugh, glancing away.

"Like that's important for you to know." She remarked. He kept his stare on her. "Besides I can ask you the same can't I?" She continued. "Though I can probably bet you're after something for world domination or something, knowing your obsession and need for power."

"My obsession and need huh?" He smirked, repeating her words. "I always thought of it more as a curiosity." He corrected.

"Curiosity killed the cat I thought," She laughed softly. He knelt down, grabbing her chin, causing her to look at him. Her eyes still hooded, but she swatted his hand away, her back against the wall now. He looked at her curiously.

"Quite a comeback." He gave the compliment in a neutral way, but still impressed. "Didn't know you could be that witty."

"There's a lot you don't know about me Pines." She glanced down, beginning to stand herself up. She still felt light headed, but wanted to will it away as much as possible. She turned to start to leave.

"Leaving already?" He asked.

"Were you expecting me to stay?" She slightly glanced at him. He stood up.

"Personally I'm not sure what I was expecting with you." He admitted. She had a quiet chuckle.

"I see." She spoke. "Did you find that power you were looking for?" She glanced back at him. He kept his stare with her.

"You can say I did." He actually confessed to her. "Plus something more." His look was neutral, but his voice hinted at something. Pacifica wasn't sure what, but it was subtly there.

"Just don't go destroying this town or the world." She warned half heartily. He could tell. She kneeled towards the water, placing her legs in before slowing getting in. He quirked an eyebrow when she was halfway in.

"What are you doing?" He folded his arms, watching her. She turned towards him.

"Going to swim under the waterfall and get out of here, why?" She responded, her blonde waves floating around her. He was bit amused.

"You realize there was a path you could have taken on the side there behind the falls rather than getting wet." He pointed to the path he took and she glanced at it.

"Well I may have made a rush decision in choosing this path." She folded her arms a little annoyed. He rolled his eyes. He walked towards where he pointed.

"Right. Well enjoy that swim, Northwest." He walked out from the falls. Her heart fluttered again for reasons she hated each time he was around, but she pushed them aside for reasons, swimming under the falls into the lake. She swam to the shore, walking out, bending over to dry her hair, not realizing the journal fell out of her sweater that was sticking to her every curve. She rung out some of her sweater, still keeping it on her body, wincing every now and then. She forgot about that fall, and more importantly why she was after the stone a little. Her body ached though still reminding her. She finally noticed her cousin's journal on the floor, picking it up and dusting it off.

"Strange for you to have your cousin's journal." Dipper walked over towards her, she glanced at him. He was a few feet from her.

"Again I thought you left." She brought up, keeping the journal close.

"You make it sound like I'm stalking you or something," He folded his arms. "Besides you're not one to go and take these adventures alone Northwest. Even I know that." For once she could sense, though his look didn't show it, an atmosphere of concern from him.

"Like I said…a new development." She commented. He stared at her.

"New development." He reiterated. "Coming into these mystic woods at night, knowing that you could probably die, to go on some secret adventures." He summed up. "That's some new development." He concluded.

"I guess things just change that way." She confirmed, glancing away slightly.

"You never did answer why you came into the woods tonight?" He questioned.

"Neither did you honestly." She had a small smile, knowing full well she was avoiding the question.

"That's not true actually." He corrected. "You guessed quite well. I was looking for something to gain some power, however I'm not going to use it for any stupid reason such as taking over this town or the world." He continued. She looked back at him.

"Seriously?" She was doubtful. "You think anyone, especially me would by that?" He shrugged.

"I don't really care if you by it or not, but it is the truth." He spoke nonchalantly. "However, that does answer the question of what I'm doing out tonight and why." He mentioned. "Now's your turn Northwest." He took a few steps closer.

"Just because you feel like revealing your business doesn't mean I have to." She let out another huff, glancing away again. She kept her grip on the journal, it tightening a little. "And don't go trying to prance around in my mind either." She warned. "I'll make sure you regret it with a massive headache or something." He studied her for a few seconds, lowering his eyes to her fingers that were on the journal. Something caught his attention. He grabbed her hand with the journal. "Hey!" She went to tug away and keep the journal out of reach. But he was quick grabbing the journal from her and looking at her hand. "Give the journal back you thief!" He rolled his eyes, tossing the thing on the ground near her, pulling her a bit closer. She struggled. "What the hell are you doing!? Let. Me. Go!" She fought against him.

"Pacifica enough." He told her. She glared back, she was breathing hard. "I'm not going to take the journal, I just want to see something." He looked in her eyes. She stopped struggling, trying to calm her breathing. Her mind raced a bit. He never used her name, not unless it was serious. He looked back at her hand and her fingers, noticing the bruises on it. Even her wrist had some. He lifted her sleeve and saw more, all different shapes and sizes, they were fresh but not from this night. He knew she fell down that slope. But he also knew that fall wouldn't have caused these types of bruising, or the marks he was seeing. He narrowed his eyes. "Pacifica take off your sweater?" He asked.

"What?" Her voice was quiet.

"Remove your sweater." He let go of her hand and she held it close to herself.

"If I refuse." She commented. He closed his eyes, leaning against a tree they were near, letting out a breath.

"Then I won't force you." He replied. He now knew why she was acting different. Someone did something. He wasn't sure exactly what, but he was positive of that fact. That's why her behavior had shifted so drastically. And it bothered him. No, it caused a deep anger in his core that made him want to find the helpless fools who dared to do anything to her. His fists clenched on his sleeve, but his expression stayed the same. She sat down near him. They stayed like that for a while, in the peaceful silence somehow. Pacifica watched the waterfall while Dipper thought of multiple torture methods he could use, occasionally glancing at the blonde next to him. He wondered if he should invade her thoughts, but then chose against it for a promise with Mabel he made kept him from doing so. 'It would make things so much easier if I could though…especially finding out what happened and who…' He thought. 'But a sibling promise is a sibling promise.'

She finally brought out the stone she went through so much trouble to get. She played with it in her hand a little before clasping her hand around it and closing her eyes. 'This is my last hope, please work…' She pleaded in her mind. Dipper noticed she was holding something all of the sudden, looking as though she was making a wish on a star. He had a curious look. After a moment or so she opened her eyes, moving her other hand before slamming her fists into the ground.

"Damnit!" She let out. Her voice was low and muffled, tears starting to stream down her cheeks, a mix of emotions feeling her again. He kneeled next to her.

"Pacifica?" His voice showed he had concern for her.

"It didn't work." She spoke, the tears still coming down her cheeks.

"What?" He didn't understand. She slowly let herself go back to being on her knees, not as hunched over.

"It didn't work." She looked down at the stone in her hand. He glanced at it, surprised to see what she was holding.

"That's the memora stone." He looked up at her." How did you…you were looking for that?" He questioned. "That stone can heal anything."

"No it can't." She glared at the thing. "It's useless. A lie and a powerless, pathetic worthless stone." She stood up, tossing it into the lake, as she annunciated each insult about it. Dipper couldn't believe what she just did. He glanced back at her.

"What did they do to you?" He gave her a worried expression.

"They?" She snapped. "You've been in my head again haven't you?" She pulled him by the collar suddenly. "Haven't you? Saw everything huh? What gives you the right Dipper Pines? You said you wouldn't go in my mind. You said it wasn't worth your time. How could you have possibly known there was a they if you didn't go in my mind, you liar…"

"Pacifica!" He called grabbing her hands that were on his collar. "I was making an assumption." He interrupted her, his expression still concerned, and voice just as calm. She stopped releasing her grip, swallowing a lump. "I didn't go into your head. I'm not going to do that to you." He reassured. She was going to let her hand fall, but he kept his hold on them. "Who made you change like this and what did they do to you." His voice was quiet, watching as she steadied her breath again.

"I don't know who they were." She admitted. He bit his tongue, the anger in him fueling more at the thought complete strangers hurt her.

"What happened?" He asked. He let her have hands back, they naturally wrapped around her body, almost as if she was trying to protect herself.

(*)

She had hoped to find a baby unicorn when she walked down the alley. Instead, something suddenly hit her causing her to fall to the floor. She turned to see what it was only to be kicked in the stomach, her body flinging a bit farther down the dark place. She coughed, grabbing her abdomen. She was able to see who did this. Two men, both wearing dark clothing, one looked slender and tall, he still had some muscle, and a beanie over his brunette, maybe even dark blonde hair. The other was more built that she could tell, given the fact he was the one who attacked her. He was a bit shorter than the other, his dark locks out for the world to see, and his eyes cruel. She tried to get up carefully, the pain there in her gut. She was going to either fight back or run.

"Dude should you be doing this?" The slender one questioned his friend.

"Stop being a wimp." The other replied, walking towards Pacifica kicking her again so she hit the alley wall before she could do anything. "Besides this bitch looks cute enough don't you think?" He picked her up by her wrists, having a tight hold on them, holding her against the wall. She struggled against the hold, but he slammed her against the wall again to quiet it down.

"I don't know about this…." The slender one shook his head, watching as his friend smacked and slammed Pacifica around.

"Stop being such a pansy." He tossed Pacifica towards his friend. "You really want to pass up a shot like this?" He smirked. She landed in front of the slender one. She was in a lot of pain, her fists clenching. She tried to get up.

"Please….stop." She spoke up, tears brimming at her eyes. He knelt down lifting her up by the hair. She let out a pained sound.

"She seems to be good enough if you ask me." The bulkier one folded his arms. His friend glanced at him.

"I agreed to a tussle dude, not a frisk." He threw her back to him, standing up. The tougher one rolled his eyes.

"Weak." He commented, roughly picking her up. He threw her back up against the wall, giving her a few extra hits and kicks to weaken her further. He held her firm against the wall. "Guess I'll just have all the fun then." He snickered, having her wrists above her head. His grip was like iron, bruising in fact, by how rough and hard he was handling her. He only tighten it more, the more she struggled or fought him. He used his index and thumb to roughly grab her chin, looking at her face.

"Let…let me go." She finally let out. "Take my money, whatever, just…just stop." He had an evil smirk.

"Oh I'll be taking what I want." His breath was close to her face, while his other hand traveled up her thigh to her side up her shirt. She gasped at the sudden touch, hating the feeling of his hands on her skin as he went to play with her breasts. "Trust me." He went in to crash his lips against hers, but she moved her head to the side. He growled at the fighting behavior she was showing, and bit at her neck. He left marks, even making sure that some bled. She hated the feeling of his teeth and tongue gliding down her neck. His hand continued to explore her breasts, pinching and squeezing them as he pleased. He tore her blouse, not caring about her protests, continuing his decent. He let his hand travel down to her shorts, sliding them down her thighs as far as he could get them with her still trying to fight him. He let his nails move along her thigh to her inner thigh, his expression turning more evil by the second. Her screams silenced, the more he pressed his body against her to keep her from fighting him and slamming her back against the wall. Tears streaked down her cheeks. His hand ghosted over her covered private, moving to slide under her panties. His fingers already wanting to do as they wish. She wanted to scream, cry, yell, do so much, but he kept her from doing so. A sound from across the alley startled them, causing him to drop her.

"What was that?" The slender one panicked.

"Shit! Let's get out of here, I ain't getting busted again." The bulkier one commented, the two rushing out of there quickly. Pacifica was sore, her body lying on the floor. She tried to shift her body but it was difficult, it was limp almost, heavy along the dirty tempered floor. She was able to glance up, getting her arms under her. She saw a pretty grey kitten with fierce blue eyes just look at her. After some time and managing to lift herself up, she used the alley way walls to get herself out of there. Her little cat friend followed for a brief time. The second she was out of town though, it disappeared on her. She made it to the shack.

Everyone was either a sleep or gone. She felt alone. She trudged up the stairs to her room, closing the door behind her and locking it. She held herself tightly on the floor, bawling, her body trembling. She wanted it gone. She wanted this pain gone. She wanted this feeling gone. She wanted the memory to no longer be there. She wanted it all gone. She held herself closer. Hours passed, before she removed her clothes, throwing them into the trash. She grabbed one of her largest sweaters and a pair of jeggings heading to the bathroom to take a shower. Seeing the damage only made her thought process worse, and the fact the water did little to remove the filth she felt on her, bothered her to no end. She wanted it gone. As a few days passed, her only hope was one thing as she glanced that night towards her cousin's storage chest.

(**)

Dipper felt more anger rise in him, hearing him tell her this. The two who dared do this, whether one part took or not, were going to pay. Severely. He glanced at her, she was cradling herself.

"That's why you went after the stone?" He asked.

"I went after many things in that damn journal, but nothing." She remarked. "Nothing works." He looked at the book, then back at her. "Nothing helps." She let herself go to her knees. He walked over to her, sitting next to her.

"I'm sorry." He didn't know what else to say. This wasn't something he was good at or use to. He didn't show emotions like this, but even he knew she didn't deserve this. Ever. "I wish I can take it away from you."

"You can't." She said. "No one can….nothing can." Her voice was quiet. She let out a breath. She got up and went to grab the journal. He watched her. She started to leave.

"Will you be ok by yourself?" He questioned. She stopped.

"You're the one that sees futures and reads minds." She responded. "You figure it out." She continued to walk through the trees, the only thing he could hear were her footsteps growing further away. He had a saddened look as he watched and listened to her leave. He almost didn't want her to go. There was a feeling telling him to go after her and just keep her safe. Something he never felt before with others, but her. Not that he ever wanted to admit it before. But now, for some reason it wasn't bothering him as much.

"Pacifica…" He let out a breath, glancing at the way she went one last time before heading the opposite direction.

To be continued

L: Oh wow. Poor Pacifica! Also took you damn long enough to update!

S: Working on stuff, plus…well… I have a one shot that I am very emotionally into, that hopefully explain… anyway. Sorry for the delay. Been working on a lot from school, the current situation going on globally, and yeah, just a lot.

L: Can I say, if anyone has an issue with the topics at hand, its because they don't know what's its like to be a female…and what its like to go through harassment and shit…just saying.

S: There's more to it than that, but yes, if people do have an issue because of that, I understand it can be much, one if they haven't gone through, but also if they have gone through it. Sometimes people just don't want to read stuff like this, which is why I gave the warning in the first chapter.

L: Yes, but if someone calls you out on it saying you shouldn't have the topic in there because its too political or too much, or what the hell ever, im calling bull and calling them sexist, and that they have no idea what's it like to be a female. And that we actually need stories like this sometimes to know there are victims of all kinds, reactions of kinds, and just…we need to stop blaming the victim.

S: Okay, I think we need to end this before you go into more rants…

L: Ugh fine…but still, I'm just saying, I'm calling bull, and a whole lot of other shit to.

S: Okay I get it. Anyway. Keep safe guys in this crazy time. Hope you guys are doing okay.

L: Support to all those working! You guys are just amazing!

S: Keep strong, we'll get through this. Every country will. Thanks for reading!

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