Sorry for the language in this story, but c'mon, they're freaking Antis!
Anti-Agura woke up around three AM. Silently rolling out of the bed, she slipped out of her room and into the goodies' Hub. After padding around on her tip-toes, she located their vault, the one that held the key to her final acceptance in her testosterone-loaded team. The Anti scanned her palm, waiting with anticipation as the glowing doors slid open, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"AH! FU-" Anti-Agura cut herself short upon seeing an illuminated silhouette. Right, their Sentient, Paige or something.
"Agura?" The Blue questioned. "What are you doing at this hour? Should you not be replenishing your energy stores?"
"Right…" Anti-Agura said, acting as if she had understood whatever the crap the Blue had said. "I had a…nightmare, that all the Keys got stolen, so…" She gazed at the rotating array of BattleKeys, just beyond the door. So close. The Anti weighed her options; she could easily take down the Sentient, but escape with all the Keys and make it home before the alarm sounded? Unlikely. Damn. She cursed.
"There is nothing to fear. The Hub is quite secure." Sage assured, gesturing to the Keys as if to taunt her. "I can prepare a form of sleeping pill if you wish."
"Nah, I'm good." Anti-Agura waved her hand, brushing off the Sentient and re-entering the OCD-level neat room. "ARGH!" She muffled her scream into a pillow, and as a second thought whipped it at the green lamp on the nightstand. It fell to the ground with a satisfying crash, and Anti-Agura grinned, feeling a bit better already. Tonight was really only a test run, she assured herself. Tomorrow I'll go for the real prize. The Anti grinned as she toyed with a picture frame of the goody-Agura and Vert, grinning into a camera frame. His arm rested comfortably around her shoulder, and they looked annoyingly in love. In a fit of rage, she snapped the frame, tearing the picture in half so that only Vert remained. Tomorrow night…She thought to herself, tossing the old Agura into the trash and tucking her future under the pillowcase.
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Agura awoke to the sounds of bickering. She groaned, rubbing the little sleep she had gotten from her eyes and trying to dig something appropriate from the piles of clothing that lay strewn around the room. When she had gone through every pair of curve-hugging shorts, jeans, even sweats, and every low-cut V-neck and tank top, she resolved to stay in her Shocksuit. Again. It was probably her safest bet to eat at breakfast and lunch, and take early dinners as to stay out of sight as much as possible in the evening hour.
"Morning, sexy." Anti-Vert immediately grabbed her waist and forced his lips onto hers. "How'd you sleep?" Agura disgustedly wiped her mouth, not giving him the satisfaction of a word.
"Great, me too. Hey, we were getting hungry. What took you so long?" His voice seemed casual but had a deadly undercurrent.
"I was trying to find something to wear in your trampy girlfriend's closet." Agura shot back. She was already in hell, might as well fight fire with fire.
"What'd you say about her?" The threatening undertone resurfaced as Anti-Vert grabbed her by her throat. Agura could only glare at him as she struggled to free herself from the stronger man's furious grasp.
"That's what I thought." He snarled, throwing her toward the stove. "Now why don't you shut your mouth and make some breakfast instead of trouble?" It was clearly not a suggestion, and fifteen minutes later eggs were on the table. Agura watched disgustedly as the five of them shoveled food into their mouths, using their hands and sometimes the occasional dirty fork.
"Heh! Not bad, for a goody-good." Anti-Sherman laughed at his own joke.
"Please! I've eaten better out of garbage bins." Anti-Vert replied, shooting the remark directly at Agura, who simply ignored it.
"Yeah, really." Anti-Zoom snickered, eager to agree with his leader. Agura rolled her eyes and began walking out.
"Hey! Where you going, babe?" Anti-Vert asked menacingly. Agura flinched.
"First off, I am not your babe." She glared angrily.
"Right, you're my replacement babe. And since both of you called in sick yesterday, I think you had better prove that you're still up for the job tonight." The Anti said smoothly but with a hint of malice.
"And if I'm not?" Agura snarled, sick of being treated like a mistress.
"Then I'll fire you." Anti-Vert spoke simply, but his words chilled Agura. "No, don't bother fighting it babe. It'll only be worse for you. Now why don't you take a seat? Relax for awhile. You don't have anything better to do, right?" The Anti said cockily. Agura sighed; this was one battle she couldn't win. It was better to save her strength for when she would need it.
"Good girl." Anti-Vert smirked as she took the farthest seat away from him.
"Ha! You acted like she was a dog." Anti-Sherman chuckled dumbly.
"Well of course she is, stupid. She's my little pet, aren't you?" Anti-Vert pretended to coo, leaning forward to pet Agura's head. "Do you want a belly rub? Huh?" He spoke in the tone Stanford used when talking to his teddy-bear and the look he received from her could have frozen lava.
"Come on! Who's a goody-goody? Who's a goody-goody? You are!" He taunted her recklessly until Agura snapped, delivering a stinging slap to his cheek. She knew she would pay; but what did it matter? The hiss of her palm on his skin had brought her the confidence that comes with restoring ones pride.
"Damn it!" The Anti roared, driving a hard punch straight at her face. Agura managed to duck so that it just clipped her cheek. She darted out of the chair and into the hallway, where he pursued her.
"You just don't know when to quit, do you?" He yelled angrily from behind her. Agura turned her head to check the distance between them. He was far back enough, but he was larger and knew his way around the reversed Hub. Agura's foot suddenly caught on the edge of a doorframe and she went down.
Speaking of which…Agura muttered to herself as she desperately tried to push herself off the ground. She unwillingly cried out in agony as a boot was driven harshly into her back, pinning her down and nearly smashing her against the floor. She could feel the Anti's controlled rage as he applied even pressure to her back.
"I warned you, goody-good." She heard his icy voice from above her. "This could have worked out, you know that? The routine with my babe was getting old; I was looking to spice thing up a little bit." He leaned down, his mouth by her neck with most of his weight driving into her spine.
"We could have had something, Agura." She gasped at hearing her name spoken from his lips; almost soft, caring. Making her think of Vert. The cruel deception of it was almost too much for the huntress.
"Never." She hissed, but he spoke over her in low, even tones.
"Something more than what you and the other Vert ever will." He leaned even closer so that she could feel his breath, hot on her neck.
"But your ruined it." The venom returned to his voice, and he removed his foot, harshly grabbing her shoulders and rolling her over on her back. Agura struggled desperately as he pulled out a small vial, grabbing her chin. She shook her head vigorously, clamping her lips shut as he forced the drug in. She choked on the liquid, coughing and spewing it out, but she felt the last drops slide down her throat. Agura's throat began to burn as her vision clouded; his voice the last thing she heard before she went under.
"And now you have to pay."
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"Whoa." Zoom spoke for all the males on the team as Agura sauntered into the kitchen. The female member of the team, as opposed to her usual black pants and green jacket, was clad in dark jean shorts that just barely covered her swaying backside and a spaghetti-strapped top.
"You look…different." Spinner managed, trying to keep his eyes from trailing lower by locking them onto hers. It was clear that the others were having an equal amount of trouble. Spinner couldn't help but sneak a glance at Vert to see his reaction, which turned out to be equally shocked.
"Oh, uhm…" Anti-Agura should have prepared herself for this question. It had taken nearly an hour to dig out her ensemble from the endless piles of T-shirts and 18th Century-appropriate hemlines. "I decided to try a new look. You like?"
"Do I ever." Zoom muttered, drawing laughter.
"Agura? Can I talk to you?" Vert asked, and she nodded, grinning to herself at his blush as she followed him into the hall.
"What's up?" She asked, angling her body to give him the best possible view.
"Well, uhm, I…I was wondering…er, why you were, ah, wearing…that." He asked, trying to keep his eyes trained on hers.
"I just wanted to try something different." She pouted. "I thought you would like it."
"It's not that I don't, I'm just, uh…" Vert was stopped when she leaned against him, practically forcing herself onto him.
"It's okay, Vert." She whispered, her mouth by his ear but speaking to his crotch.
"But I don't…" He pulled back, stepping away from her. "I don't really think you should dress like that around the Hub. It's…uhm…I don't want you feeling uncomfortable." He tried to protect her modesty.
"But I'm not. In fact, I didn't think you would be so opposed." She hinted, taking another step towards him. "I really don't see why you're so…bothered." She brushed his bangs back from his forehead, kissing his neck playfully. The Anti thought she felt him stiffen under her lips, but convinced herself that it was her imagination. That's ridiculous. She thought. We look identical! Who would know the difference between two twin's kisses?
Little did she know that Vert did.
"Agura, I need you to change." He said, suddenly dropping the cute awkwardness and blatantly ignoring the cleavage-friendly top. Okay, seriously? She thought, somewhat annoyed. Someone seriously got stiffed on his testosterone shot!
"Fine." She said sulkily, retreating into the room and reaching underneath the pillow. She took out the torn picture of the smiling goody-good, sneering as she tossed it in the trash. Let the goodies have each other. She smirked as he floated down to join the other Agura. I'm here to satisfy my Vert. This one's dead to me.
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"Guys, that isn't Agura." Vert panted as he sprinted into the kitchen.
"Sure you just didn't recognize her with boobs?" Zoom snickered.
"I'm positive." Vert said icily. "I think that the Anti's somehow switched the two of them in the Zone yesterday."
"Which means that our Agura…" Sherman began.
"Is with the Anti's." Vert spoke, sounding hollow as he spoke into his wrist-com. "Sage, we need a Battle Key. Now."
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Agura let out a harsh cry of pain, snapping her eyes open as the excruciating sensation yanked her from the drug-enforced stupor. Her bleary eyes just made out Anti-Vert, lying on top of her and panting as he stroked her breasts. It took Agura a minute to make the connection due to the drowsy haze that hung over her, but once she did she screamed aloud.
"Oh…Look who's awake…" The Anti cooed, nibbling at her neck. Agura lifted her arm to push him out of her, to defend herself, anything to escape the horror, but it wouldn't come. She gasped as she looked to the chains that held her arms spread wide, handcuffed to his bed posts. Her legs; trapped the same way as he spread them apart even further, causing her to scream again.
"Hey! Shuddup, it'll only be worse for you." He said, demonstrating by giving a hard thrust. Agura bit her lip to hold in the cry, instead letting out no more than a whimper as he moaned in want.
"Ohhh…a virgin, huh? Your Vert didn't think you were good enough to fu-"
"Don't SAY THAT!" She let out the last bit in a scream as he pushed into her again.
"I'll say whatever I want to you, you worthless trash. You know why I'm keeping you alive." He threatened her, and she nodded through the tears; tears she hadn't even realized were freely flowing at the throbbing, the utter betrayal. She couldn't look at him without thinking of Vert. Her own leader, abusing her. It's not him. She told herself, over and over, trying to staunch the flow of tear. But sense is hard to come by when blinded by hurt, and at this point it was near too much to bear.
"Aw, don't cry, babe. Isn't this fun?" Agura screwed her eyes shut to block out his voice, but it only made the differences between the two Verts disappear. Rage filled the Huntress, fueled by the pain and violation, and she began furiously squirming, desperately working to free herself from under him. Unfortunately, this only seemed to pleasure the Anti even more.
"Aah! Ohhh…what hap-oh! –penned to being…ooh… a vir…virgin?" He breathed through heavy moans, making Agura curse at herself for her "efforts" and cease immediately.
"Did I say you could stop?" He suddenly demanded, giving such a hard thrust so as to make Agura arch her back, letting out a sob. "I said-"
"I heard you!" She cried out, straining against the handcuffs that held her open and vulnerable.
"Don't bother." He said coldly as he pressed against her chest. Agura was gritting her teeth, holding back the screams that she knew would only bring him more pleasure. The Anti let out a small moan as he came into her, and that was the breaking point. A tortured scream tore from her lips as the pressure intensified, and then it was over. He slid out, panting heavily.
"Not bad." He breathed labouredly into her neck, feeling her with rough hands as Agura lay, defenseless.
"For a goody-good."
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After what seemed like eternity, the handcuffs were opened, Anti-Vert walking out without a look back. Agura lay in the bed, motionless, barely able to move after the revolting horror she had gone through. Her stomach overcame her abused muscles before she could even think to stand, and she sprinted into her Anti's bathroom, retching. Agura wiped her mouth with a shaking arm; a futile attempt to erase the taste of him. She shuddered, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror: trembling, fully unclothed, eyes red from painful sobs.
She looked ghastly; she felt betrayed, pitiful and bruised. She felt weak, but above all, an utter sense of betrayal had sunk in. Lying helplessly while her leader's wicked copy abused her…it was unspeakable. Agura stiffly managed to stumble onto the bed, needing to give her battered legs rest. There was blood on the sheets; she knew it was her own. The smell hung heavily in the air, and she nearly vomited again. Agura took a deep breath, grabbing the nearest bra and panties; she had a feeling hers were long gone and these would do until she could recover her Shocksuit. The betrayal soon gave way to rage as she searched desperately for the familiar green material; to no avail. She was forced, oh, how she had come to loathe that word, to settle or her Anti's clothing, though the low-cut tank tops and tight skirts only heightened her already-excruciating suffering. Agura angrily threw the clothes to the other edge of the room, pulling the comforter of the bloodied sheets and curling on top of it. Despite her anger and severe loathing for the Anti and everything he had done to her, Agura's bottled emotions and hurt body triumphed, causing the Huntress to break down and cry. Agura rarely cried; she took it as a sign of weakness. But losing what she had wanted to willingly give to her leader, to a man so similar…it was too much too bear, even for her. Agura curled up, feeling exposed and helpless, and she believed her Anti at that point.
She was worthless trash. He had used her, abused her, and she hadn't done a thing. Everything she had never wanted to be.
Worthless, helpless, trash.