This chapter does have a small rape scene but in no way do I ever view rape as acceptable here it is meant for purely for exposition. I made it really obvious where it is so if you want to skip it just skip from the first bold separated text to the next. This is just a quick kinda filler chapter so I can smooth out some of the problems with the next couple chapters so enjoy.
Darron's eyes slowly opened, and immediately filled with panic. The ceiling above him was covered in
dull white square tiles. Darron tried to roll over but found his body totally unresponsive.
"what the hell?" Darron thought. Suddenly, Darron felt himself lurch as the body moved of its own
volition. Darron felt his view forcibly jerk to the side. His head looked down. Darron felt disgusted
with the fat stocky body he was trapped in, as well as the bloody clothes that covered it.
"The fuck is going on?" Darron asked to no one in particular as he realized he had no option but to endure this first-
person nightmare. The body began slowly lumbering forward, swaying back and forth groggily. Darron
tried to look around, hoping he could find any clue as to where he was. Everything he could see was
dull white, and covered in blood. The body reached out and pulled out a massive iron door. Darron
cringed as the door made a hideous screeching sound as it was dragged on the ground. The body
walked through the door and screeched it close. The hallway was pitch black, causing Darron to strain.
Fortunately, the body reached up and pulled on a single flickering bulb. The light filled the hallway,
revealing it to be a rickety metal staircase descending into more darkness.
"You're kidding me?" Darron
griped. Darron watched intently as the body slowly wobbled down the stairs.
" I need to get out of here. Well… I should probably figure out where here is first." Darron decided. At the bottom of the stairs the
body turned on the lights to reveal a hallway that was, much to Darron's frustration, exactly as the
rooms above. However, this time as the body walked deeper into the compound, Darron could feel a
chill creep up his spine. The body walked through another door, and entered a room full of bloody
chains hanging from the ceiling.
"Shit. This is not good." Darron immediately concluded. The body
lumbered over to a locker and opened it, removing a pouch full of sharp metallic tools that Darron
could barely identify. The body walked over to a freezer door and ripped inside was nearly a hundred
mutilated bodies hanging on meat hooks. From deep within the room, tears and screams for help could
be heard."Why does that voice sound so familiar." Darron worried as the body began stepping through
the room. The body walked forward and pushed a number of bodies out of its way, revealing the source
of the screams. Darron's heart dropped. Before his eyes, Blake was suspended on her own meat hook,
which was buried deep in her side. Her clothes were tattered and bloody, and her face was cover in
bruises. Darron tried to look away, yet his eyes were still forced forward. "Don't you fucking dare touch
her." Darron screamed at the body. The body ignored Darron's threat and stepped forward. Darron
strained as hard as he possibly could, doing everything in his power to stop the body's advancement.
All of Darron's were in vain as the body drew a rather short and thin knife from its bag. Darron could
hear Blake's heavy breathing as the body slowly dragged the flat of the knife across her cheek. The
body reached out and gingerly wiped away a tear that was running down Blake's cheek. Darron looked
as his own hand incredulously as he felt the same sensation of Blake's skin. The body slowly pulled the
knife away from Blake, before shoving it directly into her stomach. Darron shook with anger as Blake
screamed out. The body laughed with sickening pleasure as it began twisting the knife inside Blake.
Blake cried out as the pain inside her only increased. The body dug back into its bag, finally revealing a
sizable meat cleaver. Darron renewed his struggle with increased vigor, desperate to prevent Blake
form experiencing more suffering. The body reared back and slammed the cleaver down into Blake
shoulder. Tears ran down Blake's face as she felt searing pain spread throughout her shoulder. The body
reared back and continued hacking and slashing over and over. Darron felt himself starting to cry as
Blake's screams started reverberating in his ears. Suddenly, Darron felt a click inside his mind. Darron
raised his arm, and brought it down as if her were chopping his own leg. Sure enough, the body
mimicked Darron's movement, embedding the cleaver deep in its own thigh. The body screamed out
and began hobbling towards the edge of the room. The body burst into a small make shift bathroom and
grabbed onto the sink, groaning in misery. Darron laughed to himself, happy to have stopped the brutal
assault on his love. Suddenly, Darron's laughter ceased as the body forced Darron to look straight into
the mirror above the sink. The image looking back at him was that of gorgeous woman in her mid-30's.
She had long Black hair, and black, hypnotic irises. As Darron stared at her he felt levels of anger that
he hadn't felt in a long time. Darron instinctively shot forward with the bodies fist, shattering the
mirror. Upon doing so, Darron felt himself being sucked out of the body and dragged into the dark
expanse that lay beyond the mirror.
This is the part I warned you about so read at your own risk. Again I apologize.
Darron opened his eyes again to reveal that he was in yet another body that wasn't his. "What
the fuck." Darron whined. This new body seemed fairly normal, except that its vision was slightly
blurry, and it kept stumbling from left to right, "Oh good. Its drunk." Darron thought sarcastically.
Darron simply watched as the body finally manage to stumble out into the alley behind whatever bar it
was just in. "would you just pass out already." Darron hoped. Instead, the body turned around.
Revealing an innocent looking Blake cautiously walking down the alley. Darron felt the body lick its
lips and he shuddered. "Not again." Darron thought fearfully. The body began stumbling towards
Blake. Blake soon noticed the approaching body and stopped. As the body grew disturbingly close.
Blake slowly started to draw back. Darron clenched his jaw when a thought suddenly clicked in his
head. "Don't. you. Fucking. Dare." Darron warned. Of course, the body acted of its own volition. The
drunk body suddenly raced forward and grabbed hold of Blake. Blake tried to push back, but lost her
footing. The two fell down with the body on top. "no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no
no." Darron screamed at the body as he once again tried pulling the body back from the inside. The
body, now solidly pinning Blake down, began to sloppily slid its hands along her body, groping her.
"Stop!" Blake called out, doing her best to push off the advancing body. Suddenly, The body grabbed
her breast especially hard. As Blake's mouth opened to scream in pain, she suddenly found it filled with
the utterly disgusting and alcoholic taste of her attack's mouth and tongue. Darron started dry heaving
as his mouth was filled with the mixed tastes of Blake and the body. Darron started clawing at his
tongue hoping to god he could get the flavor out. Despite the discomfort of either other party, the body
simply kept on going, tearing off the breast of Blake's shirt. The body followed by pulling down her bra
and harshly pinching her nipple. As Blake began to cry, the sense of dread begging to take root in her
mind, Darron could feel his own semblance welling up, igniting his whole body in crimson flames.
Unfortunately, this still couldn't gather the strength necessary for Darron to stop the body. Blake
eventually mustered the strength to scratch the body's face. The body growled angrily down at Blake
before striking her across the face. Immediately after, the body reached down and began tearing apart
Blake's leggings(is that what they are? I…I don't think anyone actually knows.) "P-please…no" Blake
whimpered, the last of her resolve being torn from her. "MOTHER FUCKER!" Darron screamed. Yet,
nothing could stop the inevitable as the body pulled it member from its pants and suddenly slammed it
inside Blake. That was the final straw as Blake started sobbing uncontrollably while she was viciously
violated. Darron actually vomited, the feeling of desecrating Blake's gorgeous body was resonating
inside his own member. As the body continued drunkenly thrusting into Blake, both her and Darron fell
into states of total unresponsiveness. Blake simply laid limp, tears staining her face, as she continued to
emit truly heart-wrenching sounds, most notably calling out for Darron to help her. Darron fell on his
ass, and in any attempt to separate himself from his own realization that he was to pathetic to even
make a marginal difference, closed his eyes and covered his ears, hoping he would just die at that
moment. That grueling moment went on for nearly eternal feeling 13 minutes, before something even
more brutally disgusting happened. At exactly the same time, the click which allowed Darron control of
the body like last time, and the body's ejaculation, occurred at the same time. Darron immediately
sprung on the opportunity, punching himself in the face so hard that he actually broke his own jaw. The
force caused the body to pull out and roll across the alley. Darron allowed the head to fall to its side,
directly looking in a puddle that was on the side of the alley. In the puddle was a reflection of the same
beautiful woman who Darron gad seen in the mirror. Darron responded exactly the same, trying to
punch her in the face. Darron felt himself fall through the puddle and into an infinite of Blackness.
OK it's over …..(don't kill me)
"Darron…Darron…DARRON!" Blake yelled fearfully. She was currently sitting in the bed she
and Darron were, not two hours ago, making love. Except now, Darron was thrashing dangerously in
his sleep, mumbling out unintelligible words. Blake decided to take the risk and reached out to touch
Darron. As soon as her fingers even grazed his skin, Darron shot up and grabbed fierce hold of Blake's
stopped.
"Fucking Stop!" Darron practically yelled. Blake stared at Darron confusedly as she tried to
pry Darron's hands from her neck. Blake gasped as she notices what might be causing Darron's sudden
misfortune. his right eye was fogged over, and images were rapidly flashing across it, although Blake
couldn't find out what he was seeing.
"Darron please." Blake pleaded as she felt Darron's grip tighten
even further. Suddenly Blake felt Darron's grip start to weaken.
"Blake?" Darron asked, apparently
awake now. Before Blake could even respond, Darron immediately stood up, walked to a bed on the
other side of the room, ignited his fist in crimson, and punched the bed in half.
"What. The. Fuck."
Darron screamed as he continued punching the already mostly destroyed bed.
"Hehehe. Bitch. You know what this is. Did you really think you can converge with us and not suffer? Do you even
fucking know what the word converge means? We literally become one when you do that shit. So
don't be fucking mad when you get a fucked up mix of both of memories, especially those of our
favorite crimes." The voice explained. Listening, Darron's punches slowly stopped as he broke down.
Darron fell to his knees and slowly let his tears fall. Blake looked on nervously as Darron's breakdown
continued. Darron slowly reached over and unexpectedly drew a pistol from one of the desks in the
room. Darron held the gun in his hands. As Darron cocked the gun, he suddenly felt Blake tackle him
from behind.
"Don't!" Blake cried, her hand wrapped around the gun. Darron could feel Blake's tears
and that made him fell even more guilty. Darron slowly released the gun and Blake put it down next to
them.
"Darron… Please talk to me." Blake pleaded, pushing herself as tightly as she could against his
back. Darron sighed.
"Blake… I'm sorry. I can't. This is my darkness. This is the weight I put on my
own soul in order to protect yours." Darron answered.
"Look at me." Blake responded, softly yet demanding. Darron rolled over and sat in front of Blake, the fog slowly dissipating from his eye. "Let
me tell you this." Blake said. "I have been with you when we were children, orphaned and unwanted.
We joined the fang together. I waited years thinking you were dead, and I wished with all of my heart
that you would come back. You did. I've also been with you when you did this to my shoulder." Blake
explained gesturing to the massive scar on her shoulder that he had given her when he had lost his
mind. "Oh and don't forget, I waited for your again when you were in jail, and I supported you and
rooted for you in a fight with the most powerful enemy you've ever faced. All Just we could finally be
together as we just were. I have no intention of ever being away from you ever again, but I need you to
tell me so I can help you. I need you to trust me." Blake concluded, leaning in and tenderly kissing
Darron. Darron reached out and softly caressed Blake's face.
"It's… this new power. Whenever I use to much of it, it hurts. I'm Forced to live through hundreds of thousands of scenarios where I am doing
unspeakable things that the voices have literally done, but to you instead. It is, honestly, the most
painful thing I've ever had to witness, and ever had to sit through. If I were to ever hurt you it would be
the same as killing myself, and after seeing what I have I don't know if I can take that risk." Darron
explained. Blake crawled up and sat herself on Darron's lap.
"Don't take that risk. Let me take it for you." Blake said. Blake reached up and pulled Darron's head against her breast. "I don't want you to
worry about you hurting me. You are the most talented and powerful, as well as the most caring and
deeply loyal person I know. I have an idea. I want you to focus on fighting. It's what your good at. You
quite frankly enjoy the idea of a contest of strength nearly as much as you just enjoyed sex with me. So,
focus on that. Let me deal with your mind. I will do whatever I can to comfort you. I will be here to
support you whenever you need me. In essence, You will defend me from outside threats, I will defend
you from the only thing which I believe can hurt you, yourself." Blake consoled. Darron looked deep
into Blake's eyes and the only thing he could feel was true love.
"Blake." Darron whispered, trying to convey all of the emotion he felt at this moment. Blake smiled softly.
"c'mon let's get some sleep." Blake suggested. Darron nodded, standing up and picking Blake up as well. Darron gently carried her
across the room and laid her down on the bed, before joining her himself. Blake pushed Darron onto his
back and laid her head on his chest. Darron wrapped an arm around Blake and buried his face in her
hair. Darron closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep when suddenly he felt Blake toying with his
member in her hands.
"Really?" Darron asked, not moving.
"Yeah. Just go to sleep." Blake suggested.
Darron laughed pulling Blake up, looking her in the eyes, and kissing her with all of the passion he had left.
"I love you." Darron said.
"I love you too, and will always be here for you." Blake responded.
Both of them proceeded to fall asleep, lovingly held in each others arms.
One last time. I did not find this enjoyable to write this scene. I was hoping to use it to provide some serious intimate development between character(which I probably botched). This is not something that will ever...Ever be repeated. I hope this hasn't dissuaded you too much, and that you'll stick around for the next chapter(which is significantly more lighthearted). Until then, cheerio.
P.S. I am also switching doc systems so hopefully the formatting in the next couple of chapters will get much better.