Hi everyone, so sorry this took so long to get posted up. The reason this took so long is simple…. I just felt that what I had written was absolute rubbish and so I took some time out to get my head round it before I began writing again. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. I must warn you that this chapter contains a scene of rape so if you don't wanna read it then dont.
Chapter 2: A Crime Most Foul
Scourge stood poised on the sidewalk opposite where his pink furred prey, oblivious to the leering and lustful stare of her admirer, motioned in between the crowds of people as she continued her slow but nevertheless graceful walk. Scourge couldn't deviate his gaze from her, the animalistic lust for sex was just too much for him to control, but he knew that only a complete idiot would rush across the street and take her then and there. Too many witnesses would prove a distraction for his work. The pink furred female maneuvered through the oncoming mass of mobians going to or from their places of residence or work, kindness oozed from every fibre of her being, so much so in fact that even when confronted by other members of the public bearing down upon her she would move aside to another position that further exposed her to being bumped into by someone else. She even apologized to people for even so much as brushing against them for fearing that she had hurt them more than she realised, or indeed had made them uncomfortable in that moment of time. Such was her consideration for others, even when they did not return the compliment… which sadly was often the case.
Scourge saw an opening on the opposite side of the street, and he took it. Dashing across the road as fast as a strong breeze the green furred fiend almost collided with an innocent bystander as he mounted the pavement. A small male stoat was almost knocked into the brick wall to his left as scourge took up his undisputed position across the street, the mobian had not been hit directly but had nevertheless been clipped by the green menace and so fell to the ground on one knee clutching his right arm in pain. For a brief second the assaulted male dared to shoot a glance at his assailant, perhaps he had hoped that it was nothing more than a pure accident and that surely the individual responsible would own up to his mistake and apologise… that proved not to be the case.
"You got something to say shorty?", came a stern remark from the hedgehog, he knew full well that the pathetic excuse for a creature would pick himself up and be on his way before more trouble ensued. If he knew what was good for him that is.
"I… uh… it's nothing, I'm sorry to have troubled you", came a trembling reply to the question put to him. The stoat immediately pulled himself from the dirty pavement and hurried through the crowds, knocking into a few people as he went, in a desperate attempt to flee.
A malicious smirk of satisfaction crossed the hedgehog's face as he watched the mobian flee in fear, turning around so as to try and spot his pink prey in the far distance he was met by the nervous glances of other bystanders. Some of the younger ones looked at him with mixed feelings of shock and awe, whilst the older and more knowledgeable ones quickly retracted their gaze when their eyes met with the cold blue ones of their target. Shuffling away and pretending that they had not noticed his antics and, more to the point, that he had hopefully not noticed them. scourge knew that from the way some had looked at him that it was obvious that they recognized him, therefore he was aware that they knew his reputation and what he was capable of, but cared not if it was loathing or fascination that others had for him, he only cared that they feared him when the time suited him best. He knew that underneath all that fake bravado and sense of hatred, everyone held deep fear and dread for what he could and would do whenever he felt like it… and it pleased him no end.
Pushing past those mobians who were foolish enough to stand in his way, scourge made his way towards the object of his lustful desire. He knew that he had to keep a good distance between himself and his prey for the simple fact that if he got too close to her before the moment to strike was just perfect, she would become worried and may even decide to scream to the high heavens… and that would really mess up his day of relaxation as he saw it. Then he noticed an way to get to her without having to draw attention to himself, looking across to his right scourge noticed a narrow dark alleyway that cut straight through the street and entered a maze of crisscrossing alleyways and narrow passages that ran through the entire city of Mobotropolis like veins. Scourge knew intricate layout of the city like the back of his hand, the city was his both his kingdom and his playground, although no-one knew it he had the entire population in the grip of fear and that gave him tremendous power over all… like a king would have over his subjects. The green monster had often used this alleyways and passages to attack unsuspecting victims and to make quick his escape from the law officials… today was to be no different.
Dashing down the alley, Scourge jumped over the many dustbins and other piles of rubbish that littered these darkened paths, they had been dumped there by those too lazy to take their waste to be recycled and had instead been unknowing participants in the green hedgehogs cycle of terror. Scourge used these deposits of garbage to his advantage, he had in the past led gang members as well as police officers into ambushes by trapping them behind large barricades of rubbish and then attacking them from all directions. With no way out, those who went into those dark passages looking to kill him ended up being killed themselves. As he continued running down the alleyways he felt satisfied that all this effort he was going to in order to achieve his goal would be worth it, turning left, then right, then another left he eventually came towards the end of the passage that he knew his object of his desire would cross in front of at any moment. It had been dark for the entire journey he had taken to get to where he now was, and the light at the end of the tunnel would prove to be more than he could ever have dreamed of. She would be the light and he was the darkness that would consume her entirely.
Peering round the corner, Scourge noticed his prey walk gracefully towards his position, completely oblivious to what evil was about to take hold of her. The hedgehog began to develop a plan in the dark depths of his psyche; it was a simple enough plan that had paid off many times over in the past. And now it would succeed again. Crouching down a little further into the darkened alley so that when his victim entered she would be out of the line of sight of the casual passerby, Scourge let out a heartbreaking plea for aid in order to entice his victim to come to him. For a few minutes he lay there in the gloom as his cries of pain were ignored by the multitude of mobians going to and fro, he had hoped that that would be the case, he knew that many would not dare enter into the dark confines of the cities alleyways for fear of being attacked either by him or one of the many street gangs that hunted in the shadows. But he also hoped that her sense of compassion would betray her and lead her straight to the devil himself… and that is just what happened. Hearing his cries for assistance the pink furred hedgehog poked her head round the entrance to the alleyway and tried her hardest to see where the please for aid were being emitted from, but to no avail.
"Hello, is anyone there?", she asked in a concerned manner. There was no reply other than the cries of pain growing steadily louder.
"Do you need help", she asked, her concern for whoever it was crying out for help beginning to compromise her judgement of what evil lurked in the darkness. She felt a sense of fear for she, like everyone else, was no less ignorant of the perils that lurked in these dark twisting passages. However, she felt that it was her moral responsibility to offer assistance to whomever required it.
"Keep calm I'm coming to help you", she said as her resolve stiffened and she bravely stepped into the gloom.
"I'm… over… here", moaned Scourge as his prey motioned ever closer towards him. Even though no-one could see it, let alone her, the green beast bore a malicious toothy grin as small droplets of saliva fell from his lips. He could smell her luscious scent in the air, it seemed to attack him head on but he reveled in its assault upon him. He thought for a split second how something as sickening as that scent could attract him so much, but in the end he cared not… he would have his feast this day no matter how much her perfume disgusted him.
"Please… help me… my leg… it hurts… so… much", he said. His smirk growing ever bigger at the realization that his trap was mere seconds away from being sprung.
"Oh you poor thing, here let me help you", she said as she tried her utmost to calm the supposed victim of a recent assault, or so she believed.
"Who are you, my dear?", uttered Scourge as looked deep into her emerald eyes. As she stared into his cyan blue ones she saw only an injured soul in pain and crying out for help, soon she would realize that there was nothing pure or kind about those eyes. They were merely a cover for the evil and cruelty that lay behind them. staring deeper into her green orbs, Scourge saw something that both excited him and disgusted him at the same time, innocence and purity. Sadly though after this encounter, the poor girl would loose both.
"My name is Amy, Amy Rose to be precise", she replied. She then produced a smile that summed up everything about her attitude towards life and those around her… kindness. Now Scourge chose his moment to act, she was within his grasp and there was no way he would let her go until she was beaten and broken at his feet. Only then when she was close to death's door would he release her.
Grabbing her by the wrists as tightly as possible, Scourge forced himself from the dirty ground and pushed her back against the far wall. She was shocked to say the least by the sudden fury and mercilessness of his assault upon her, try as she might Amy simply could not break free from his iron grip. She tried to scream for help but before she could utter a sound a powerful white glove, still splattered with stains of blood from earlier, covered her mouth. Scourge twisted her arm behind her back and forced her against the wall, the force of the push caused her to smack her forehead against the brick work. She would have cried out in pain if her mouth had not been covered.
"Now then Amy, I'm gonna take my hand away from that pretty little mouth of yours. But I warn you, if you make so much as a squeak I'll slit your throat and leave you here to rot. Got that?". His voice was calm and calculating thus giving the impression that he was well experienced in attacking women this way.
Bending down, he released his blade from the hidden compartment within his shoe and held it up to her eyes. "You see this?", she squeaked in acknowledgement, "This knife will gauge out those pretty eyes of yours if you don't do as I say, understand". The pink hedgehog then made a gesture towards him confirming to him that she perfectly understood him.
Slipping the blade into one of his jacket pockets, Scourge began his sickening and perverse version of fore play. Rubbing his tongue across her delicate neck, Scourge tasted her sweet fragrance. He then swirled it round and round across the fur on her neck and then slowly dragged it down towards her shoulders and collarbone. Amy felt terrified as well as disgusted with this beast that had abused her kindness towards him, she tried to wriggle free but was met with a swift punch to the chest sending her to the ground in agony. Coughing and spluttering as she tried to breath, Amy felt sever pain on her head as the green hedgehog grabbed her hair and hauled her up from the ground. She wanted to cry out in pain but she knew that to do so would forfeit her life, so she bore it, but her feelings of pain and discomfort only served to turn on the green monster even more.
Frequently he would slap her hard across the face causing painful red patches to protrude from and thus discolour her once perfect and glossy pink fur, taking his knife from his pocket Scourge put his hand underneath her once pristine red dress, that was now stained with dirt, and began severing the thin material that formed the only barrier to the ultimate treasure as he viewed it. Tears streamed down the girl's face as she awaited the ultimate travesty to befall her, as she felt him stroke her belly she wondered how someone who could be so gentle when he chose to be could be so cruel. But what she didn't realize was that the word 'gentle' meant nothing to this creature, he was only acting this way simply to toy with her and gain as much satisfaction from the experience as possible. Quickly, before she even realized what was happening, Scourge brought his blade up to her shoulders and slashed apart the material that held her dress in place. He had been so careless with his weapon that when he severed the dress he had cut into her left shoulder, thus causing a slow trickle of blood to seep down her shoulder and across her breast.
Bearing his sharp teeth, Scourge latched onto her left breast with his lips whilst at he fondled the other one with his right hand at the same time. Sucking on the nipple he let out a slight murmur of satisfaction at tasting something as delicious as her, then he began to drag his tongue all over the firm attribute and lapped at the thin stream of blood as it flowed down her chest. He was almost ready to begin the final assault against her but decided that a small sample taste was in order before he fully committed himself. Shoving his right hand underneath her dress, Scourge forced two of his gloved fingers into her. In and out his fingers went again and again each time growing more forceful and more painful for the girl, she was now completely distraught. She wanted to die right then and there but knew that it would not happen; rapists never let their victims go that easily. Putting the fingers to his mouth, Scourge almost exploded with ecstasy as the sweet scent of her nectar made his taste buds come alive with a roaring fire. Now this was what truly made all that effort he had gone to in order to get this far, worth it.
"Ummm, tastes like…. Virgin", he said in a mocking tone.
"P please… let me…", she was cut off by another swift punch to the chest, quickly followed by another one to the back of her neck that once again sent her to the ground in pain. However, this time he damage done was more severe, blood trickled down her chin from her mouth and splattered onto the ground like tiny droplets of red rain. Grabbing hold of her by the neck, Scourge held her against the brick wall inched his hard penis closer to her luscious opening in-between her legs. Amy cried in pain as the green monster thrust his member deep into her, the walls of her inner chamber burned as if she had been penetrated by a red-hot poker. Again and again he thrust deep inside her, his strength and malice growing with each forceful push he made, whilst she became ever weaker and longed for death to take her. To be free from the pain was her only wish.
"Ahh yeah that's it you little bitch", he muttered.
The poor bedraggled figure that was once Amy Rose did not have long till her suffering was ended. After a few minutes of thrusting she felt the warm and invading flow of his seed erupt forth from his cock and into her, she began to shake with feelings of nausea and disgust at what he had done to her and the feelings of the thick white liquid trickle down her legs sent tremors up her spine. As Scourge eased himself out of her tight walls, his victim collapsed to the ground with such force that it was as if he was the only thing keeping her on her feet. Crying rivers of tears, Amy Rose curled up into a little heap on the floor and began rocking back and forth as she began to relive the moments over and over again even though they had just that moment come to an end.
Wrapping his cold gloved hand around her delicate throat, Scourge lifted the distraught hedgehog up from the ground with such force that her boots actually left the surface of the earth. With his other hand, the green hedgehog brought the knife from his pocket up to her line of vision. Despite the emotional and physical turmoil that she was suffering, Amy was still able to concentrate of the blade in front of her and uttered a fearful moan as it caressed her cheek.
"You've provided me with much entertainment my little whore, but now its time to say goodbye".
Amy could not find the strength to beg for her life, even though she had previously longed for death when it finally appeared before her very eyes, she felt that she this could simply not be the end. Was this the card that fate had dealt her, all her life helping and being kind to others only to die alone and unloved in a disheveled alleyway at the hands of the monster that had just not minutes ago taken her innocence away from her. No she was determined not to let her life end at the hands of this scum. Leering at the green hedgehog with hate fueled eyes, she let out a scream of unrivaled fury and kicked him with all the strength she could muster in the place when she knew it would hurt him the most.
Scourge instantly released his grip from around her neck causing her to plummet to the floor like a stone, not pausing to give her attacker an opening Amy ran from the alleyway clutching her ripped dress, so as to maintain some degree of modesty, and out into the bright daylight of the street. Scourge struggled to stand, the force of the blow against his manhood had really knocked the wind right out of him, and tried to chase after her. Such an insult to him was punishable not only by death but by a long period of pain and mutilation. However, before he could get a chance to go after her he was forced to flee the scene. Many police officers, along with members of the public, touched by the plight of the poor child he had just raped, began to chase after him. Taking to his heels, Scourge ignored the pain that he felt and dived down the many twisting passages and alleyways until the sounds of his pursuers had become nothing more than a whisper.
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Well there you go everyone, I hope no-one was too put off by what I wrote. I assure you that this is the only time I will write a scene like this. I didn't plan on doing it at all but its fundamentally important to the story as a whole so it had to be done. The next chapter will not take as long I promise you that much, especially now since I've got my mind back on track and all.