Chapter Eleven

Justin took a second to prepare himself. It had been years in coming, this moment. Years of hiding what he was and what he was becoming. Everything was in position, everyone was in place. His heart beat in his chest like a drum. He had to wait until Zeke left. His best friend had been heartbroken once Harper left. He had found her, and put her into the same hospital as Miranda. Justin visited them both of Fridays.

One more breath, and then he would go. The family would never see this coming.

"Mom! Dad! We have a problem!" Justin rushed in, "It's Rosie, she's a dark angel!"

They all gasped in shock. Alex managed to slip an excuse for stealing a bottle of beer from her parents because of his girlfriend's influence.

"Whoa, Justin, what's wrong?" His father was a careful one. If this was handled wrong, the whole plan would go south.

"Rosie is an angel of darkness. They have some plan, and we have to go now to stop them," He looked to Alex and Max, "You guys, we can't let them do this!"

They hesitated, but Justin knew Max would volunteer. He was too nice to let evil rule the day. Alex agreed if he admitted he needed her help. Letting her win one last battle was worth it.

He flashed them to the volcano, and right into a trap. (The set is from the Pair of Kings Episode: The Evil King.) It was like something from a television show. The three fought bravely, knocking the angels over the bridge and into the heat of the volcano. They sped towards the center of the outpost, a massive throne with a dark figure setting upon it. The figure tempted Alex to turn evil (Of course) then told Max he was a failure. Gorog told Max to drain Justin's powers, which resulted in Justin fighting his brother.

Justin and Max started wrestling one another, and tumbled over the side of the bridge. Alex screamed in terror. Gorog told her that there was no point to fighting now that Justin was dead. He body was brought to her, charred and all. Sobbing, she teleported home with Max.

The funeral was held on a Monday. No one came. Zeke tried to bring Harper, but ended up staying with her to hold her as she seized up. Alex could not face the fact she had not stopped her brothers from fighting. Max was honoring him by studying twenty-four seven.

No one blamed Alex out-loud for the first twenty-two days. Then she was fighting with her mother over something stupid, when Jerry blurted out what they were all thinking, "You got our son killed!"

Max won the competition. Alex came up to him, and hugged him deeply. They were alone, even their parents could not change that.

"C'mon, Alex, I want to show you something," She looked confused, "It's about that day at the volcano."

He took her to Justin's old room. They had touched nothing. He took out the Captain Jim Bob Sherwood Emergency Castle. He shrunk them with them 'atom' spell, transporting the two inside. They passed through question after question, arriving inevitably in the castle's dungeon.

There they found the clone and journal. Alex gasped in shock. Max waved his wand, giving his sister all the clone's memories. She cried in shock and agony. The pain, the prodding, it was overwhelming. For years, she had felt erotic phantom pangs. This was the source of the sensations.

Her brother put his arms around her, pulling her close. She knew why this happened, and how. His arms found their way to the zipper of her competition zipper, pulling it down. What was he doing? And since when was he so much bigger than her?

She stood, stock still, replaying Justin's death in her mind. He rolled out of sight of the bridge, and into the lava. But how did Max survive?

"No…" She breathed, as Justin, himself again, pulled off her jacket. He had waited so long for this moment. She was trapped here, against her will. He had all the power. Alex would fight him, he knew that. He also knew she could not stop him.

Justin growled at her. He pinned Alex to the ground, her arms trapped on the cold stone floor. She had undone her pony tail, which left her hair to be splayed like a sunset beneath her head.

"There is no escape, not this time, Alex!"

This one time, it would be natural, no magic, no restraints, no toys, and no gimmicks. Justin would rape Alex. It took five minutes to get her clothes off. She scratched, bit, and pushed him back over and over, but he just kept coming. He was stronger now, and her strength had been drained too much. Alex could not stop him. Once she figured out she could not stop him, she ran. The door was sealed shut, locked with magic and mechanics. He finally pinned her down in the corner of the room.

Sitting on top of her, for the first time in years, they had a true moment as Justin and Alex. No lies, manipulations, nor one-ups.

"I'm sorry." It did not matter who said it, nor whether they meant it, because those two words took Justin's victory from him. No matter how little conscience he had left, regret is such a powerful force, it annulled the evil in their past.

They looked each other in the eye during the assault. It was both unbearably painful, and unbelievably pleasurable. Together, they had killed Riley, Juliet, and their own brother Max. And they would stay together, because Alex had made a mistake the night she had stabbed Justin's conscience. She could be free of his judgment, but the two of them would never be free of each other.

Alex cried afterwards. She cried every single time he did it again.

And somewhere deep inside, so did Justin

The End.

Post story Rant

Okay, that's it. To be honest, I am not comfortable writing about sex. It's cheap and smacks me as wrong. Still, any Jalex lover will tell you that the main ingredient in their relationship is conflict. Now, the question becomes, 'who is in charge.'

Now, I could go on about what psychologists say; that sexual assault is not about lust, it's about power. Instead, I wanted to show that Justin has a rough life. As smart as he is, he loses to Alex every day, he's a nerd, and as long as he cares about his family, he can't win.

So in this one, I wanted to get rid of his conscience. I've seen this idea a couple of times, but seriously, I wanted to write him slowly going dark side. It's a bit rough, but that's life.

So, send a review. Did I do good?

Post Script

Solving algebraic equations when he wanted to play with Alex was annoying. He almost made a mistake on the last problem. It was almost scary to think he could have failed. His plan was coming together nicely. Felix had undone the permanent transformation so his teacher would not have to walk around looking like Max. The delinquents' class was coming around to revolutionary point of view.

Justin hummed a few bars of 'Make it Happen' as he opened the door to the room where he kept Alex. He was in a good mood. Maybe he could give her an extra twenty seconds to try and escape today.

He stopped humming when he saw Alex's limp body hanging from a rope. She was still swinging.

"Already getting into the autoerotic axphixiation? Alex, you are a naughty, naughty girl, aren't you?"

He pondered a moment. Of course, he had taken precaustions when locking up Alex. He had used magic put the castle into suspended animation. They did not need sleep, or food, or water. No effects were permanent. He could chop off one of her arms and time would rewind giving it back to her over and over again. If she had been a virgin when he brought her here, her hymen would have regenerated over and over.

He chuckled at the thought, Alex, a virgin? He had to be imaginative. Sighing, he sat on the bed. What could he do to make this even more of a nightmare? Alex must not have realized she could not die, so she must think she was dead. He smiled at this, it could be fun.

He changed the room to look like one from 'Inferno' and whipped up a devil disguise and let her down from the ceiling. Breathing heavily, he released her from the ropes, and waited for Alex to regain her breath.

Seconds later she awoke in a panic. She looked around, believing herself to be in Hell.

"Oh Alex," He sighed, "You always knew this is where you'd end up…"