Monster

5.22.07

By Demyx Rules

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Disclaimer: This is a fic by Demyx Rules. I do not own any of the characters, no matter how much I wish I did.

It was yesterday when my little sister showed me an amazing story that she was writing... I loved the way she planned out each chapter so perfectly. Well, let's just say, I wanted a story like that, except with a more manly turn. So, I'm doing what most guys do best... Writing uber awesome fics, since I have nothing better to do (well, I have school, but ha-ha). This is indeed an M rated story for hardcore kissing, rape, and maybe some... preg? I dunno, I'm a perv, let's see how it goes.

I've got all the way to chapter 52 planned out. Yes, it'll be a long story, not a oneshot. I just hope... I don't get too flamed. I shall put it out with my handy bucket of ice cold water. Also, I got the idea from my cousin. She likes Marluxia and Namine love... but my little sister likes hardcore love between them. This story is based off of the Meg and Dia song, Monster. My cousin and sister love this song, so let's rock. Cheesy line, good story? Ah well, you be the judge. No flames. I have ice water.

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Chapter II: Comforting

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"My dear, sweet Namine."

Namine gasped at the sound of her name. Was she dreaming? She was in a long, narrow hallway filled with doors at each side, and one at the very end. She began running, with her blonde hair gliding behind, and her white dress blowing the invisible wind. A tight grip in her ankle made her yelp, as she came crashing down, but went through the invisible floor boundaries, freefalling quickly.

"Remember, Namine. I own you."

She saw a flash of his face, and screamed. She landed hard on the ground, which appeared to be a music room. There was a grand piano resting in the corner, and a cello beside it. She stood up and looked around, confused and bewildered at what was going on. A yank on her head, and hair strands were pulled out... Was everything happening again!? She began crying out in horror.

"Aw, don't cry, little girl. I don't want you to be sad."

Namine's eyes widened at the sounds of his voice. He was trying to haunt her. She tried to run, and commit suicide through the broken window ahead. The curtains were ripped at the ends, she took note, before trying to make a leap for it. That same grip on her ankle, and she tripped, landing face-down. She tried to crawl desperately, with no progress, because of the unavoidable clutch on her foot. She began making terrified yelps.

"Too bad I had to break you."

Namine was crying and screaming, in pain and terror. She couldn't do anything... she was being tortured. It was even more painful than being buried alive in quicksand, more painful than death by hanging, more painful than murder by knife or gun. Her scalp hurt from her hair being pulled so roughly, her left arm was bruised, her back was sore, both her shoulders were bruised, and her lip was bleeding purplish liquid. She choked down a few sobs, as her heart was ready to burst.

"I want you to enjoy your sessions with me. I want you to learn to enjoy, even though I know you hate it right now. I want you... to learn to appreciate me. You are going to appreciate me."

Namine stopped crawling, and plugged her ears, not wanting to hear what she was hearing. The grip on her ankle let go, and she was in the silence of the dark room. Suddenly, lightning and thunder crashed, with rain beating against the window. The door hinges of the window flew open, and the curtains wildly flew; she screamed when the high-pitched wind blew harshly on her. A firm hand lifted her to her feet, and she was looking right into his eyes. He smiled evilly.

"You MONSTER!"

She heard her voice replay in her head. With a smirk, he threw her against the mirror, where she felt glass stab the softness of her flesh. Her back was covered with glass, stabbing into the vital backsides of her organs, such as her lungs... they were filling with blood. She coughed in agony and began sobbing as she struggled to her knees, with her hands shaking like crazy. Tears poured out of her eyes while she let out a blood-curdling scream. It was like bloody murder.

"Are... you going to kill me?"

Her crystal blue eyes widened at this realization; her sore arms gave out from being weak, and her face/chest area landed in the pool of glass from exhaustion. She could feel the glass stab her sensitive face and internal bleeding. She heard footsteps as the man came close. If he lifted her up now, she'd bleed to death.

"Evil demon? I prefer... A man filled with regret."

She looked up resentfully at him, while he smiled, and left her for dead. Turning around, and exiting the door.

"Shh... Don't say anything. I want this to last silently."

A mere flash of their embrace, before Namine's beating heart... stopped. Her cold corpse lying in a sea of glass and blood. Her crystal eyes lost its shine and its colored dullened. Her cheeks turned pale from the breath of life escaping her lips. The death rattle... She was going cold fast... now that there was no life left in her.

"Hey, calm down!"

Namine's eyes flashed open as someone was trying to keep her calm. "It's ok! It's ok!" The voice reassured her many times, and began pulling her close for comfort. She felt a hard chest... Could it be Marluxia? Was that all a dream? She frowned, and with an evil desire, kicked the helper in the groin. He flinched, before grabbing the sore spot she hit, and hissed out, "OWWWW!!" She gave a smirk of triumph.

She saw a baseball bat in the corner; she willingly picked the weapon up, and began thwacking her victim as hard as she could. She had been weakened from last night, but that wasn't going to stop her, especially when that wasn't even supposed to hurt, according to the man she was beating up right now. Actually, she wasn't sure if this was the man who teased her last night. But anyway, she kept on hitting him. "That's for trying to rape me!" Namine said with childish innocence in her voice. One last thwack, and fire scorched up to the ceiling of her room. Her eyes widened... because she finally found out who she accidentally attacked. "Axel?" Her eyes widened apologetically.

She only saw a black glove grabbing the edge of her bed, and a high-pitched voice, "Yeah?"

Oops. She chuckled to herself lightly. "Sorry, I thought you were... someone else."

Axel frowned, but she couldn't see his reaction, as she could only see the black glove. "You can say that again!"

Namine gave a professional look when the red-haired man pulled himself upright and straight, with those gleaming emerald eyes locking gaze with her matching crystal blue gems. Axel was tall, skinny, but good with words. She should've noticed that Axel's chest was harder and bonier than Marluxia's. Namine had a lot of questions, but she sorted them correctly, "Axel, why were you hugging me?" Not another rapist.

"You were having a panic attack," Namine jumped at the sound of it; Axel shrugged and said, "Well it's true. You couldn't breathe practically, and you were crying hysterically. You wouldn't stop. Superior told us to check on you, so I came, and tried to calm you... I DID the techniques Larxene always uses on me, but come on, all I got for thanks was a whack in the balls."

Namine coughed uncomfortably, "Sorry." She blushed slightly. "I'm sort of... healing from last night."

Axel rose his eyebrows, "Oooooohhhh did you get a boyfriend?"

Namine made a serious face, "Look, I'm not joking here." She turned her face away and focused on a blank wall to stop herself from breaking out into tears and sobby drama. Her voice did weaken when she said, "I just... got sexually harrassed last night."

There was silence. Silence can't be good. Axel had to register what he just heard before his eyes widened and he let out a big, "WHAAAAAAT?" Namine snickered by his reaction; he hopped onto the bed, across from her, and eagerly but seriously said, "What happened?"

It was hard to list in chronological order. Namine sorted the events as clear as she remembered them, and said, "Marluxia." Axel tried not to crack a smile at the name. "He threatened to rape me."

Axel's jaw dropped. "Marluxia. Raped. You."

"Nooo..." Namine said, smacking her forehead with the palm of her hand, "He sexually harrassed me. He threatened to rape me. He didn't try it."

"What if he does?"

Tears bubbled in Namine's beautiful eyes, but her attention was still focused on the blank white wall. She sniffed, blinking while the tears ran down her cheeks, and her voice broke, "I don't know."

"Whoa," Axel said, wiping her tears with his leather-gloved fingers. "Don't cry. It's ok."

"No, it's not ok!" Namine protested, wiping meaningful tears from her eyes, and quivering slightly. She looked at the blank wall, then at Axel, and then at her closed door. She kept a firm gaze on that door, "What if he comes again...?"

"Well," Axel said, climbing onto her bed, "That won't happen as long as you've kept somebody notified on what he's doing to you."

Namine wasn't sure what that meant, "You mean someone like you?"

"Yeah, sure!" Axel said, "I'll protect you." This wasn't sarcasm, dear friends. Namine began crying at this... "Whoa, what's the matter, Nami?" He asked, giving her a little playful nickname. "Why are you crying so much?" He asked, trying to comfort her, but getting anywhere near her would result in being attacked, and owned by a teenage girl. That would be embarrassing, and possibly humiliating for Axel. He hated to think about it.

"I don't know what to do!" Namine said, heart aching, tears pouring. "He's going to do something really bad to me! I'm not even sure if I can escape without him killing me...! Axel!" She was trembling violently, and Axel was aghast at what he saw, "What do I do!?" She shrieked, collapsing into his lap, and crying all her worries out. Quickly, through the black leather, Axel could feel hot tears creeping to his skin. She was really miserable...

Axel was stunned, and wasn't sure of what to say to the blonde, "Namine..." He said, knowing that was always a good start. But suddenly said, "It'll be okay."

"How would I know if I was captured by psychopaths, Axel?" Namine asked, "You could very well do the same harrassment to me! I know that any man could and would dare to toy with me... just because I'm morphing into a woman! The female human being that is attractive, sorry but you men are ugly! The female that is made to be attractive, just so you men can implant..."

"Whoa-ho!" Axel said, covering her mouth. "Ok... ok! What the hell are you saying, little girl? How would you even know all that stuff?" Namine looked serious, almost as if she knew what it felt like to be raped, because of how close she got to it. "Oh..." Axel said, softly letting go. "Sorry..." Namine looked disgusted, obviously because she got a taste of black leather from Axel's glove. Axel's shiny green eyes widened, and his red hair literally stood up on his head, and he repeated a line she said during her rant, "I'M UGLY?"

Namine looked humored, but she tried not to laugh. She watched the pyro run to the mirror, and sob at his appearance, as he went on and on about how beautiful he looked. Of course, he claimed to be the hottest guy in the castle. Namine watched this red-haired man make a fool of himself, and chuckled lightly to herself. This didn't remind her of the creepy kindness Marluxia always portrayed, but more of childlike innocence, something she and Axel seemed to share. He was more mature than her, of course, probably being six years or so older than her.

"I need to heal..." Namine said, out of nowhere. Axel looked at her, and saw that she began curling up into her bed, drawing the covers over herself. She was serious... well, the bruises and cuts looked pretty bad. It could've been obvious that she'd nearly been raped, but it wasn't very visible when she was having a panic attack, and while Axel was in pain from being attacked, he couldn't really focus on her.

Axel wasn't sure what to do by this point, "Um... you want me to leave?"

"Stay..." Namine muttered, triyng to sleep. She held a shaking, bruised hand toward Axel. Once, this womanly hand had been so beautiful and serene, and now, as Marluxia put it, was broken. He broke her... she was his toy, and he broke her by accident. She'd have to heal... was Axel the toymaker? Would he heal her? The sound of gauze being ripped, Namine opened her eyes a crack, to see Axel wrapping her wrist up with wool bandages.

Axel noticed that it was 11:18 AM, and she planned on sleeping again. He looked at her fragile, bruised body. It was true her wrist looked pretty bad, like the clutch from the monster sprained it bad. Once again, Namine was way too grateful that it wasn't her right hand. Next, Axel began caring for her physical wounds. He was very worried about the bruises, because the discoloration meant that she was bleeding underneath her skin, and in fact that her skin was the wool bandage that stopped it from leaving the body entirely. It was one of those "sick, but true" facts. Axel sighed, putting a dinosaur bandaid on Namine's bleeding lip. He smiled lightly, and promised, "I won't leave you."

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Author's Note:

Namine is now healing with Axel by her side... say it with me, "AWWWW HOW CUTE!"

I haven't drawn the two of them together for this scene yet, but I have drawn a picture of Namine in the dark room, with a shadow grabbing onto her (it's Marluxia), and the room she's in has several hints and references to Meg and Dia's song, Monster. Such as, monster (Marluxia), creatures lie here looking through the window (Heartless looking through the window), that night he caged her (clock indicates 1 AM, and a small caged doll is hanging by), bathtub full of glowflies, turn the sheets down (a bed with its sheets down), murder ears with pillow lace (there's pillows with laces on the bed), bruised and broke her (Namine is covered in cuts, bruises, and tears).

My scanner's down, so I haven't been able to post this picture up, or the one of Marluxia cupping a hand over her mouth and whispering into her ear. Or the one where you can actually see Marluxia's face, and he says, "Aw, what's the matter, Namine? In the expression, did I play with the toy too hard and break her?" Namine is crying and bruised. Yes, sick, but not really actually, because I didn't draw gore or anything extreme.

I hope you like it! I'll respond to my reviewers whenever I have the time. The second chapter is called "Comforting" because Axel feels sorry for Namine, as to why, we'll find out later. This chapter was a little boring and slow to write, so sorry if it was rushed. Tell me if you want me to slow things down again.

The next chapter is when Axel's asleep, and actually finds out what Marluxia was planning to do, as he talks to himself. Gasp, is Marluxia that stupid? Yes. Ha-ha... poor Marxy. Anyway, review please! I'm delighted to see that I got 8 reviews so far. I almost never get that much... my average is usually 5. Thank you! I have a big thank to you all, who reviewed. And so far, no flames! Yes! If so, they'll be put out with raw ice cubes... that burns, doesn't it flames? See ya in the next chapter!

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Story dedicated to cyberkitty13 and theonlytomorrow. The two hilarious chicks in my life: my little sister and older cousin. I love you guys! Wonder if you'll be my biggest fans, and hope I didn't embarrass you too much xD...

Thanks for making my boring life exciting. You guys rule!

(c) fic to Demyx Rules

I still don't own the characters, just the fic. Duh! I'm not retarded, people.

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