Ok chapter 2 yeah! Wow I updated pretty fast. Unfortunately, I probably won't update this fast again because of school. I just had a lot of free time… Yeah for free time!

I'm not sure how long I'm planning this but hopefully five more chapters or longer depending on how I develop the plot. I know how I want to end this but I'm just letting the plot take me wherever for the moment. Thanks to all who have reviewed so far, you guys rock!

Oh, and to let you guys know… Jordan is a girl in this story. It's a cute name, ne? Well at least I thought so smiles. R&R please!

Disclaimer: I don't own Paranoia Agent!

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By: kit kat

Chapter 2: Angel

Weeks went by and I never heard from him. Each day left me feeling more and more cold.

My school was in panic after Lil' Slugger's attack on Blake. In fact, no one felt safe except me. I didn't care. My body desired his thrashings and crazed eyes...

It was sick, and I knew it. No one normal enjoys almost getting raped and beat to a pulp, or at least that's what I tried telling myself. Inside I felt like Lil' Slugger had been my wish, what I really needed in life... My fallen angel sent to kiss away the pain.

I sat sadly on a park bench watching the couples stroll by me. I wanted them all to die. Why did they get love so easily when I must wait day after day, the pain growing with each damn second!

The sun was beginning to fade as the people left, leaving me alone in the park. I rested my head against the back of a bench and closed my swollen eyes. I hated home.

All I had was my father, a deranged alcoholic who believed I was good for nothing. He beat me senseless every time I came home, claiming in his drunken stumper I was the reason mom had died…

My fingers lightly touched the painful bruise he had created on my right cheek last night. I shuttered at the smallest contact on it. It was nothing like the love mark Lil' Slugger had left me on my neck…

"Hey doll face." I nearly fell off the bench in surprise when my eyes shot open to see Lil' Slugger leaning over me, that mechanical grin plastered as always on his face. His hands reached out and brushed against the bruise on my cheekbone. I recoiled from his touch in shock and anger.

"I-I haven't seen you in weeks!" my voice trembled with hurt. "What do you want with me?"

His hands snatched my shoulders tightly and I tried my best to avoid his eyes as he stared at me. Lil' Slugger was so close… Close enough for me to feel his breath on my face. Chills ran through me every time the warmth slid over my lips, making me wince anxiously.

"Who did this?" I finally looked at him in disbelief. Did he… care? "Who destroyed the porcelain face of this doll?" I blushed hotly and immediately snapped my head the other way.

"Leave me alone."

But Lil' Slugger never followed anyone's commands but his own. He nuzzled his face into my neck and began biting softly.

"Stop." I cried, tired of the abuse. He was just using me, like everyone else. Flashbacks of Blake replayed in my brain as tears threatened to fall. No, I wouldn't let him see me weak like this!

"Who touched you?" his tongue gently lapped over my chin and up to the blue mark on my cheek, causing me to spasm in pain.

"I-it was no one." I struggled but he was too strong.

"Don't they know," he whispered into my ear, his words shooting electricity through my body, "that I'm the only one allowed to touch you?"

He lay me on the ground and held me in his arms as he continued kissing my face. I was still and quiet, shocked at his words. I wanted to believe them. So bad I wanted to believe them. But I was always afraid…

Afraid he would grow tired of me. Afraid that he would leave me. Afraid of rejection and heartbreak!

"Please… Li…" I whispered my pet name to him, hoping he'd cease the torture. He looked at me and grinned.

"I think I like that…" he said, "but you better tell me who did that," he pointed to my cheek, "or you'll force me to beat it out of you." He laughed insanely, holding up his golden bat.

My eyes grew large in fear. Why am I protecting my father? Why can't I just tell him? I must or there will be more bruises. More stares from judgmental classmates…

"NO!" I cried as the bat swung down. He stopped it right above my stomach, waiting for an answer. "It-it was my f-father!"

Lil' Slugger put his head down and a dark shadow crossed over his face. He stood up, his bat in hand, and turned to skate away.

"Damn it you better not move a muscle," he growled, "Cuz if I come back and you're gone, I will hunt you down. I will find you!"

And he skated away dangerously fast. So fast the wind seemed to move slower than the crazed serial killer. I didn't dare try to run away. I curled into a ball and began to shake, wondering what he was going to do to my father. But even I knew that was a stupid question.

Hours seemed to pass and I stayed in that position, wide-awake and scared to death. Finally I heard blades screeching against the pavement and I looked up. There he stood with that mad smirk on his face again. His bat was dripping with fresh blood.

"All better." He whispered as he knelt beside me, causing the hair on the back of my neck to rise. He resumed scrapping his teeth over my arms and up to my fragile collarbone. I shut my eyes, sighing in pleasure, and refused to open them as he had his way with me.

When it was finally over, he retreated his warm body from mine and I sighed sadly. I only wanted him to tell me how he really felt… Did he like me or was this only his entertainment after a killing spree?

"I enjoy your body," he said, almost flushed, "it's so different from the others…"

"You mean to tell me I'm not the only one?" I was genuinely hurt and let my disappointment show through.

"You're the first I've had like this… The others were different. You are the only one I'm having now." He contemplated on his answer as my heart leapt a little.

"How is it different with me?" I asked hopefully.

"You know." He stared at my pale body, enhanced in the fading moonlight, and let his fingers run over my wide hips.

"Oh." Again I felt sad and confused. He crawled on top of me and craned his neck so his eyes were looking directly into mine. So close… He had never kissed me on the lips before. Would he now?

I could feel him trembling on top of me as I boldly stroked his cheek with my thumb. His skin was surprisingly smooth for someone so vicious…

"How do you really feel about me, Li?" I whispered breathlessly as I gazed into his demented eyes.

"I don't feel." Ugh that damned bluntness yet again.

"Well… what is it you want then… from me?"

"…Sex?" he looked at me weird, as if I was supposed to know.

"I-I can't do this!" I shoved him off of me and stood up, preparing to leave.

"Why not?" I could hear the anger rising in his voice, "You seemed to like it before."

"Because Lil' Slugger," I said coldly, "you do not care."

I turned around to face him. He looked very taken aback and looked pissed nonetheless. I began to walk away when I felt a cold surface collide against my head, ringing unmercifully. I wasn't dead but stunned, paralyzed on the grass.

"Damn it Jordan," his voice hissed, "I can't kill you. You're the only victim I've ever spared." Tears began to run down his face as I watched in shock.

"Why?" I choked out feeling rather dazed.

"Because…" he paused "I am your angel."

He wrapped his arms around me and my heart seemed to stop as the cool wind swirled around our bodies. I barely remember him bandaging my wound with a shredded cloth and kissing my cheek before skating away, abandoning me yet again.