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Theta K it back again once again and am ready to serve up some fanfiction goodness!

The second chapter is here!

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Trigger warning: Blood, Language, Nudity, Attempted Rape.

Yea this chapter is the whole package...

I know 'T' is thirteen plus but you might want to be over fifteen or so... Just saying...

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Dipper

Dipper made himself and his sister comfortable in the cabin. He was sure that Mabel would speak soon. She wasn't known for being quiet. Besides her silence was unnerving him.

He sighed as he set his clothes down into the wardrobe. He wouldn't be going back to Piedmont once summer was over, he wouldn't have to leave Gravity Falls. It was the only glimmer of hope that they would be fine.

He wouldn't have to leave Stan, Soos, Wendy and Pacifica.

Pacifica...

His heartbeat quickened to a thousand beats per minute and his pupils dilate as he remembered her change in attitude. She had swallowed her family pride to let the townsfolk into the manor, disobeying her parents. Of course the fact remained that she had saved him from becoming a wooden decoration for the Northwests.

But at what cost... His parents were gone...

All of his memories of them would remain just that, Memories.

He couldn't create new memories with his parents. He would cherish all of his memories of the two.

His last words to them...' I love you guys' it was in all of his letters to them.

At least it wasn't something harsh, at least they weren't fighting.

Dipper felt a stray tear fall down his cheek. He couldn't remember the last time he had shed tears. He always believed that he was strong, but even he couldn't deal with the loss of his parents. He rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket.

He had vowed to himself that he would never appear weak. It had been two years since people had bullied him about his birthmark. He no longer had his noodle like arms, they were toned and slightly muscular. Not overly so. He still covered it up, he wasn't one to show off.

He was, after all a nerd at heart.

"I'm hungry..." It was Mabel who broke him out of his thoughts.

It was past twelve and they hadn't eaten since the previous day's lunch. They didn't have time to eat dinner with the news that had been dropped on them.

It wasn't really a big problem though. He had a fairly decent grasp at what berries they could eat. He also knew which ones tasted great with deer which he was planning on hunting for breakfast the next day.

Most people didn't know he could skin and cook deer. Being from the city and all that... Most people also only saw him as a nerd who would never venture out into the woods.

Most people however loved the food he cooked. Not to brag or anything...

He unzipped his bag and pulled out his pair of hunting knives. It had been a gift from Stan after he taught Dipper how to hunt for food in a survival situation.

He had them forged mainly for self defense against the monsters of Gravity Falls. It also took Dipper's allowance for a month. But it was worth it.

They were breathtakingly beautiful blades. He even named them. Dusk and Dawn.

Their birch wood hilts were wrapped with stingray leather and stained a deep blue or a golden yellow. That was what he got the names from. The blue was dusk while the gold was dawn.

Dusk had a carbon steel blade with intricate engravings etched onto it it was practical and ergonomically designed, but Dawn was made of a silver alloy. Not the most durable metal but it was the most effective weapon against most of the monsters of Gravity Falls. For most monsters, The silver would burn their skin like the dagger was a thousand times the temperature of the sun.

And he was good with his knives. Wendy had called him a prodigy. He took some time to learn but after two weeks, one would think he trained with them for a year. He wasn't the best however. Stan could still wipe the floor with him. He was the one who taught Dipper how to hunt.

Of course finding a deer would be a challenge, killing one without a bow will be even harder but oh well. Dipper trusted his instincts.

He took in a deep breath to clear his head, he sheathed the daggers and made his way towards where he had seen a herd some time back.

That was when he heard a scream, and it was close.

It sounded like it belonged to a girl and sounded slightly familiar. His mind instantly darted to his sister, but she was behind him, in the cabin to the east of him. The sound came from the northwest.

Immediately forgetting about the deer, Dipper darted towards where he heard the sound come from.

Someone was in danger!


Pacifica

Her first problem hit her like a ton of bricks.

Where would she go. She had already established to herself that going to one of her friends was out of the question.

Her mind wandered to a certain cap wearing brunette yet again. Dipper Pines was invading her mind like the plague. He was all she could think of.

So it was hardly a wonder she had ended up by the Mystery Shack.

Slightly hesitant, he knocked at the rickety wooden door to the tourist trap. There was no response.

She began to internally panic. Why wasn't anyone home? Did something happen to them on their way back from the mansion? Were they-

Her panic induced musings were cut off by the door creaking open.

It was Stan.

"Pacifica?" He sounded confused.

"Umm.. Is Dipper-" she coughed, "-and Mabel there?"

Stan shook his head, "The two of them took off to some cabin they found in the woods. You can find them there."

Pacifica noticed his red eyes and slight wobble. Was he drinking?

She decided to not let it bother her and asked the man where the cabin was. She said it was important.

The man pointed out with his index finger,

"Be careful Missy... Dunno what could be out there" he slurred out. She nodded her head and began to make her way towards where the man had pointed.

Admittedly she wasn't very good at directions but she trudged on.

She was lost in ten minutes...

Her bout of bad luck began when she walked right into a tree.

That wasn't too bad, just a couple of scratches here and there. She ignored the pain and continued wandering the woods. She was disoriented but she continued on.

She waddled through the thick bog and got mud all over her clothes.

But she didn't stop. She wanted to be as far away from thee old family as she could. So she walked onwards. Her only escape would be her newest friend, Dipper Pines was still on her head.

She heard a voice. Sounded like a man. She cautiously made her way towards the source. Probably not her best idea.

She walked into a clearing. It looked like a camp had been set up. Pacifica gained a hopeful look.

That was when things began to go really bad.

"Look what we have here" it was the gruff voice of an adult male. He looked drunk off his hooters..

"Um sir, I was just wondering if-" the man cut her off,

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here in the middle of the woods, an night when it is dangerous." He leered at her, with a list filled glint in his eye.

Pacifica gulped as she took a stop back. Maybe this wasn't a great idea.

"That's a nice package ya got there Missy" he attempted to grope her. He looked at her hungrily.

"Get off me! I am Pacifica Northwest!" Pacifica exclaimed as she pushed the man off her. She shoved him and made a run for it.

"And I am Bryan. Who gives a fuck?!"

She girl threw a stone at him.

"Ooh feisty!" The drunk hollered as he gave chase.

She was panting. She had no idea how much longer she could continue running. She was hungry and her bag was weighing her down. Just as it seemed she was going to outrun him,

She tripped.

"Aah!"

It was a tree branch. She fell on her face.

She tried frantically getting up but a searing pain shot up her leg. She couldn't move and a rapist was onto her. She was terrified.

"That was a nice chase ya gave me Missy. Got my adrenaline ready and pumping." He stalked closer to the downed girl.

"Stay back!" She yelled.

"Aww why would I do that" he had a demented smirk on his face, "'specially when ya look so sexy sprawled out on the ground like that." He smacked his lips.

She screamed again, as loud as her lungs allowed her.

"Music to my ears" the man had a lust filled gaze on the blonde ex-heiress. He brought his foot out and planted it on her right elbow. Hard.

Crack!

She yelled out in pain. Her elbow had cracked like a twig.

She didn't know what she could do, tears streamed down her cheeks as she accepted her fate.

The man pulled out a small knife. "Can't be leaving evidence now can we" it was clear he planned on killing her once he was done. Fear gripped her heart as she closed her eyes.

She could imaging her father would appear at her funeral. Looking all sad and stuff. If they even found out she was raped and killed in the middle of the woods. Her mother would never even know.

Faces of the people who cared about her flashed across her eyes. Well one face in particular-

She was cut off from her thoughts when the man slashed at her. Her top was cut open, no blood dripped from the shallow cut on her chest. The man grabbed the top and proceeded to rip it into shreds.

Tears fell freely from her eyes. She was topless and the man showed no signs of stopping. "Please stop..." She weakly whispered. Her adrenaline rush was wearing out and she couldn't maintain energy to protest against the man's efforts. She weakly tried to push him off.

Her mind wanders to the boy that had captured her heart. She knew it was too soon. She had met the boy on a friendly basis only once, earlier that night, but the prospect of her death pushed her to admit what she felt for-

"Pacifica!" Her eyes snapped open. That sounded like-

The rapist's head shot away from his gaze on the girl.

"Who's that?" He called out. Out of the undergrowth emerged the form of a boy who looked to be around sixteen.

His brown hair was obscured by a white and blue cap with a pine tree. His deep brown eyes showed concern and anger.

And pain. It was well hidden but Pacifica could see it. She saw that look in her own eyes in the mirror everyday.

Gripped in his hands were the most beautiful daggers the girl had ever seen.

"Dipper!" She had never been so glad to have seen the Pines boy ever. Not when he saved her from the living golf balls, not when he saved her from the ghost, not when he saved her from her inner demons...

"Stay away from her if you know what's good for you." He snarled as he twirled the daggers in his hand, implying that he knew how to use the weapons.

The mab grunted and charged at Dipper with his sloppily gripped knife. Dipper was ready however and easily disarmed the drunk, placing his own knife by the man's throat. The man nearly pissed himself as he fled the scene.

"Pacifica are you alright!" He rushed up to her and helped her up.

He couldn't help but notice her ample bosom, but his gaze never left her eyes.

"Dip-Dipper!" She latched onto him and cried her heart out. He saved her.

"You saved me!" She breathed breathlessly. She was panting. She was exhausted.

He stroked her blindingly blonde hair tenderly. "I'm here Sif" he tried calming her down.

Finally she seemed to let him go. "Thanks for saving me..." she weakly smiled at him.

Dipper unzipped his jacket, and offered it to her. She seemed to notice her lack of clothing. Her face was instantly painted a deep crimson. She shook her head.

She noticed the boy's toned muscles. Her flush grew deeper.

"I-I have clothes in my backpack" she stuttered out. Dipper nodded and helped her get it off her back.

He unzipped the bag and offered it to the girl. Rummaging through the bag, Pacifica pulled out a pale blue T-Shirt. It had a small llama embroidered above the left breast. It had been a gift from her butler, Hanz.

She didn't bother telling him to turn away. He had seen her already and besides she would need his help for putting on the shirt. Her elbow was black and swelling.

It had been quite a difficult and painful process but they managed to clothe her finally.

"Can you move?" Asked a red faced Dipper, she stared at him blankly.

"Oh" he sheepishly lifted her up bridal style. She was surprised as his sudden bout of strength. She always believed the Pines boy to be a scrawny weakling. But his toned biceps came to mind and all her thoughts were put to rest.

"I'll take you to the cabin, you must be hungry. She just mutely nodded my head.

She was tired.


Well there it is...

Yes it was uncomfortable to write.

No Dipper is not gay.

And yes, he is badass...

That should be all the questions answered...

BAI!