Every Shot Cuts The Deepest Skin
Chapter Two
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This place sickened me.
Yet again I wore the most shortest of skirts that barely covered my ass.
A tube top that just managed to hold on to my breasts.
My hair changed from normal brown to golden blonde.
Heavy make-up covered my eyes, cheeks and lips.
Wandering past other controlled avatars, I felt the bile rise to my throat.
Girls were kissing girls while touching each other's bodies in a sexual way.
Men were pleasuring themselves, watching couples making love loudly on the pavements.
Dogs were peeing against the lamposts, booming dance music thundered on the boomboxes.
I was walking along, my head constanly moving to see the disgusting sights before me.
Somehow, I wished I could escape from this hell hole and be finally free to make a life of my own.
Forbidding my player, I rose my eyes to see a startling poster that would haunt me for the rest of the day.
Those eyes stared back at me.
Lips slightly open.
A near heavy frown creased across his handsome face.
But it was the name that really caught my attention more.
Kable.
Flashing above him showed that he was on his twenty-fifth battle today at 6pm.
There was something about him that pulled me to finding out who he really was.
"Stop looking at that." Shouted the player which I repeated.
By force, I turned away from the poster and carried on walking.
As time went by, I spoke to a few other people who either touched me up or pushed me aside to talk to someone else.
I lost count how many times I said curse words under my breath, some of it was foul that I could see the shock on the other avatar.
After playing bowling and taking a few shots at the bar, I could see Rick Rape eyeing a woman who was drinking quietly.
I watched him creep up behind her, a nasty sneer was across his face.
"Hey bitch!" He shouted in her ear.
The woman turned around, pure horror was in her eyes.
"What do you want?" She asked with a whimper.
"Wanna go and make out?" He replied, sticking his hand down his leather trousars.
She shook her head.
"Why not?" He moaned, stroking her cheek.
I hated Rick Rape with a firey passion.
He was known to take girls and do very rough sex in his erotic apartment.
Sometimes he even raped them if they suddenly changed their minds.
A chill ran down my spine, how I prayed to God that whoever was playing me avoided that man at all costs.
"Please just leave me alone! The woman cried, pulling away from his touch.
Suddenly, he grabbed ahold of her hair in a tight grip.
Her screams of help went unoticed to anyone else except me.
"What's the matter, baby? Scared?" He teased, lowering his lips to capture hers.
That was it, I wasn't going to take this any longer.
Somehow I broke free from the player's hold on me and stomped towards the creep.
"HEY YOU!" I shouted.
He turned around, his face changed from sleezy anger to boiling hatred.
"What the hell do you want, slut?" He asked, gruffly.
"Let the girl go, now." I demanded.
Rick let out a cold-bloodied laugh, tilting his head back.
The woman looked at him in pure terror, the man was mental.
"What are you going to do about it?" He asked, snapping his head back with a serious stare.
"This." I replied, letting my fist contact with his jaw.
The powerful blow made him let go of the woman and he collasped on the floor.
He took his hand away from his mouth, ha I broke his jaw!
A threatening finger was pointed at me but no words came out of his mouth.
"Never ever touch a woman again, do you understand?" I cried, kicking his stomach.
He wailed in agony, others stopped and watched of what just happened though they didn't do anything.
The fresh afternoon air soon hit us as me and the woman left the club.
We sat on the grass, she was crying softly while I was stunned of what just happened.
I just broke free from my player somehow, I was no longer under control.
Suddenly I started laughing, jumping up and down for my freedom.
The woman watched me as I did cartwheels and swung around and around until I fell back on the grass.
"Jeez, what's up with you?" She asked me, wiping away her tears.
"I'm free, that's what's up with me!" I replied, breathlessly.
She stood up, tucking in her raven hair behind her pierced ears.
"Abigail." She said, offering her hand.
"I'm Crystal." I said, taking it.
Compared to height, we were more or less the same.
Hazel eyes shone under her bangs.
Freckles were across her nose and cheeks.
I was curious to know who she really was.
"Thank you for saving me back there." She said, pointing at the club behind her.
"Don't worry about it." I replied, shaking my hand.
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"Well, I used to be controlled by a player. Now strangely, I'm suddenly free."
"Why don't you come with me? I have a apartment with a spare bed." Abigail offered.
"Only if that's alright." I replied.
"Of coarse, you saved my life so I must return it. Starting with getting you out of those clothes."
Her eyes looked at them in digust.
"Mmm, you got a point."
Both of us laughed, then began to make our way to Abigail's apartment.
As we walked, I could feel a friendship begining to bloom.
She was abounded by her parents at such a young age because they didn't want her anymore.
Once Ken Castle arrived, her life went from bad to worse.
Forever stuck here without being controlled, she is still surprised to be still alive in this nightmare.
She watches the Slayer battles and is a massive fan of this Kable who I bought up several times.
"You got a crush!" Abigail teased.
"No, I haven't!" I pleaded, blushing bright red.
"Oh come on, he's a sex symbol! Loads of other girls fancy him too." She cried.
"Yeah but it's highly unlikey he would have any of us if he makes it out." I said, grimly.
She could see I wanted to change the subject by my uncomfortable gaze on the ground.
"So what are you going to do now you are free?" Abigail asked me after a few minutes of silence.
I looked at her with a smile.
"Have a good shower and meal in my stomach." I replied.
After having a blissful wash and change of clothes, I went to relax on the couch.
Abigail came in with a bowl of popcorn and pizza, both of them smelt good to eat.
"I haven't had these for a while!" I cried, taking a piece and sticking it in my mouth.
She giggled at my ravenous eating, then turned on the widescreen tv with awesome surround sound speakers.
"How the hell can you own this?" I asked, looking at her.
"Mmm, a few good jobs here and there." She replied, chucking a few bits of popcorn in her mouth.
Our attention went back to the screen with the heavy metal music and the bold writing SLAYERS.
In the middle of the group running with their guns was the mysterious Kable.
I couldn't deny that he looked good but the thought of seeing him face to face was unbelieveable.
Two presenters, a attrative woman and a handsome guy, talked about the upcoming battle.
When they mentioned him, shivers ran down my spine.
"Stop it Crystal! He's a guy that is far too old for you and wouldn't be intrested in you anyway."
As it began, me and Abigail were deathly silent.
The food was left behind, we crossed our fingers and prayed silently that he will get through.
It was bloody and violent, a much more different world than Society.
Everytime the camera pointed at him, my heart pounded against my chest.
I could feel Abigail's eyes but I igorned it though she could now probably see that I was taken by him.
The battle was over after fifteen minutes, Kable got through and we cheered until our throats went raw.
"That was brilliant, I can really see him winning his pardon." Abigail said, rising up from the couch.
"You think so?" I asked, taking out the food and wrapping them up for later.
"Hell yeah, then you and him can marry!" She teased.
I looked at her in shock.
"Hey!" I cried, throwing the tea towel at her.
"I can see it now: Pardoned man marries Ex Society girl, thirteen pages of colourful and romantic photos of their passionate wedding!"
I rolled my eyes.
"That's so not going to happen, Abigail." I stated, folding my arms.
"How do you know? No-one knows their fate until it comes to them." She said, with a shrug of her shoulders.
I followed her to the bedrooms where one was ready and laid out for me.
"That's your room, Crystal." She pointed at it.
"Thanks Abigail, I'm really grateful of you for this." I said.
"Like I said, you saved my life so I must repay it back. Anyway, goodnight." She replied, with a yawn.
"Goodnight."
We hugged and I watched her go in her room shutting the door behind her.
I closed mine, got inside the bed and snuggled under the covers.
My eyes lay on the night sky outside while I thought back of what happened today.
I was finally free to do whatever I wanted.
I saved someone and we have become friends.
I even imaged that so called wedding to Kable!
He was a mystery that I wanted to solve but how?
There was no possiable way to reach him, let alone be in Slayers.
My negative voice was right: would he really be intrested in me if we ever met?
Suddenly tired, I shut away all my thoughts and slowly closed my eyes hoping for a blissful sleep.
Boy, was I wrong.
Author's Note: Hope You Like This Second Chapter, More Coming Soon!
