Rape is a Four Letter Word [pg13]

[Iƪƪia]

Stumbling along behind the Cabaret, Ivy had to reach toward the wall once... Twice... Three times for support. Finally, she decided that it would be easier to just lean against the wall as she continued to walk.

It had been another eventful day for her. Of course, the events were always the same, but that didn't matter. She could just waltz right into the cabaret and have her pick of any kind of drugs or alcohol she wanted. Then, she would get so totally wasted before stumbling out again with no one there trying to stop her. Sometimes she'd end up leaving with someone and then she'd wake up the next day with no idea of who they are. Just like old times! Other times, however, she'd just stumble off on her own and then wake up in the strangest of places. This was one of those alone nights.

Tripping slightly, she grasped at the wall for support, though the cigarette still fell from her lips. Still holding onto the wall, she made a sound of despair, looking along side the wall for where it could have landed. Once she located it, she leaned against the wall, sliding down to the ground. She picked her cigarette up and re-lit it, placing it in her mouth again. It would probably be best to just sit here for awhile. She'd move when she was feeling up to it. Or in the morning. Whatever.

[RuetheDay]

The room was spinning, the lights were much to much, the sounds of drinks, people, the roar of all the chatter combined with each individual noise in a rush that made even one with a cast iron stomach like Roue's nearly throw up. Shoving her way out the doors, completely wasted, she stumbled over herself in her high-heeled Lolita styled Mary Jane's.

With her now disheveled appearance she looked more like something off a street corner, her blood red hair fell into her face, her provocative maid costume clung to her frame, there were a couple rips in her fishnets and her sleeves were slowly sliding down her gorgeous wide shoulders exposing a bit more cleavage than before ...even though that was quite a lot to begin with.

Bottle of Absolut vodka in hand she followed against the wall to the back on the Cabaret where she nearly collapsed onto the concrete, tripping over herself she slip against the rough wall and hit the floor. She looked up with a slight whimper of pain, to notice another sitting only a few feet away. Much too tired to act upon in she slowly came out of consciousness. Yeah, Rue fainted. For the millionth time in history next to a stranger. This would go well. And subconsciously. She knew it.

[Iƪƪia]

When she was just about finished with her cigarette, Ivy managed to hear footsteps coming from one end of the alley. Though she still didn't move. There were people coming and going through these back alleys all the time. They probably got even more activity then the main streets. She did, however, look up when the footsteps suddenly stopped. Or rather, she had to look down.

Apparently someone couldn't hold their alcohol and had decided to lay down against the wall and sleep it off. Or hell, maybe she was dying, Ivy didn't know and she really didn't give a **** either way. And so, she chose to ignore the girl, fishing around in her pocket for another cigarette. Unfortunately, her search was unsuccessful which left her to look elsewhere for something to do.

It wasn't long before her eyes fell on the girl's body again. At that moment, a thought struck her, causing her to smile to herself as she crawled over to her. Giving the girl a quick glance over, Ivy plucked the bottle of vodka from her hand before standing up and beginning to walk away.

She didn't go far before another though struck her. Turning back, she took a swig from the bottle before taking a moment to really look at the girl. She was hot. Long hair, nice cleavage, slutty outfit; ****, she might have been a street walker. Not bad at all!

Ivy nodded to herself, stopping as she was certain that she heard a voice mumble something inside her head. With a shrug, she looked beside her, pointing as if there was something there.

"Look, man, I know what yer thinkin' and yeah... I would so totally **** that too."

Turning back to the girl, she stumbled over to her. She wasn't just gonna leave her here, but she wasn't gonna stay here either. Maybe take her back to her place where there was less people... And more alcohol. Yeah, that sounded like a plan.

She reached down and grabbed the girl's arm and began to pull her along behind her as she walked down the alley. Could there have been an easier way to move a body? Nah...

[RuetheDay]

Completely unconscious on the cold hard ground, Rue had not noticed a thing when her half-empty vodka bottle was pulled from her grasp.Floating on cloud nine, completely unaware of all that was happening around her, that was the one thing Rue liked about her low stamina, such peaceful naps. She just completely drifted away into the deep recesses of her mind where even Rei's cynical ranting could not be heard. A happy, happy place far away from...

OW! What the **** was that, suddenly aware again she could feel her exposed bare skin, how much of it that there was, dragging against the rough ground, her right arm being yanked over and over again dragging her forward, she was sick to her stomach, feeling as though she may puke for the first time she could remember. So between the ache of her stomach and the burn of her skin, her was slowly easing back into consciousness as her eyes opened weakly before closing. She was being dragged across the road, her eyes opened again and she was blinded by a streetlight.

It was a woman... Short dark hair, about 18 or so, olive skin... Rue couldn't recognize her at all but she was far too weak right now to care or do anything about it. Not that she could anyway, she felt like utter ****... and the sleep that she had fallen into previously seemed so welcoming as she tried to settle back into it once more.

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And then something interesting happened...

Well, not to frown upon what had been happening before, but what had been happening before was bullcrap! Yeah. He said it! Watching strippers drag their sweaty asses up and down poles was kinda boring! Why did he do this stuff again? Oh right.... some guy in an alley had told him how to "have a good time" in return for not tearing his tongue out...

Well that had turned out well... Coyle stared blankly at the image before him, not really getting it. Okay so... it was a bit interesting... But it was also... slow. Why did she move so slow? Was she like, slow or something? She must have been, to have ended up in here; and besides it was so damn dark in here that he could hardly see her breasts. He wasn't too good at this whole "Seeing" thing outside of his real form. Partly because he couldn't utilize some of his powers. Mostly because he couldn't focus so well. It wasn't a challenge to use the ability so much as it was a pain to focus on using the ability.

And speaking of focus, what the hell was he supposed to focus on anyways? The tits were nice sure, and so was that catty outfit... but she was.... monochromatic. Boring. It caught his attention for about three seconds and then his mind started to wander and he was watching her dance, reading a book he'd seen earlier that year, trying to figure out where Crane kept all the good weapons in the castle, calculating that one equation he'd seen on the board at math class when he'd dropped in, and about a million different other things.

Goddammit... What was he doing again? Oh right... Strippers... Coyle sighed, leaning back and eventually phasing through the chair completely.

So. Goddamn. Bored.

He pulled himself through the ground like he was swimming, purely for the hell of it, and eventually he ended up inside a wall.

Ooooh now... What was that?

The highly trained senses of the beast focused to just outside of the wall. Something fun was happening, and he wasn't even causing it. A... rape! Oh! Rape! Rape! Rape!

Coyle slithered through the wall, doing a little flip and landing in front of the stoned girl and her drunken date. He was smiling his signature pearly-toothed smile, and his eyes glowed slightly in the darkness of the alley behind the building.

"Oh hey..." He said, suddenly, very quietly but with a pleasant rich quality to his voice that came from his immense excitement. "Whatcha doing...? Can I help?"

[Iƪƪia]

It was slow going. She had to keep stopping every several feet or so to readjust her grip before yanking her forward again. Damn this body for not being strong enough! Or maybe it had something to do with how wasted she was. She wasn't dragging the body in a straight line, but she was kind of stumbling all over the place. Once or twice she thought about just letting go of the body and walking away, but then something happened that made her stop.

All of a sudden, someone appeared before her. It should have been kind of startling, him just appearing out of nowhere, though Ivy didn't even flinch. What's more, it took a moment to actually register. Must be the drugs. However, when it began to speak, she suddenly felt very paranoid and defensive of what she was doing... Whatever the hell she was doing.

"Hm? What, me? Nothing! Nothing at all!" She stammered, dropping the girl's arm, "I- I wasn't about to take this girl back to my room and violate her in every orifice of her body with a broom handle. Of course not!"

She stumbled back slightly, unintentionally stepping on one of the girl's hands. Rather than moving, she simply looked down at her as her mind finally registered his last question.

"Help?" She repeated, looking up at him and finishing off the bottle she still held, "I reckon... Huh, you wanna **** her? 'Cause I'm cool with that, man. I like to watch."

She stepped back, tossing the bottle aside. If he wanted a piece of her too, she wasn't about to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to do to her. Far be it from her to stop someone from having a good time. Not to mention that it might be fun to watch.

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Coyle's head tipped as the one girl tried to explain herself.... kinda poorly, actually. Wow. Imagine if he'd been one of those goody two shoes like Kendryek... or god forbid... Kendryek.

Or, ya know what? Kendryek wouldn't be around a dingy backalley, so he wouldn't be in this at all would he? Still the point remains. She really could have been in trouble. Broke his heart to see someone trying so hard to do the wrong thing and then some full-of-himself hero for rent swoops in and stops everything.

Goddamn nuisance... Quite cordially, and with the utmost in motor coordination so that the girl could see that he was in fact not as drunk as she was, Coyle picked up the unconscious one by the hand and slung her over his shoulder.

Now, when handling a drunk rapist and an even more drunk rape victim, most people might first notice the chance opportunity to first rape one then the other. Or, even for starters notice that that hot unconscious chick's ass was totally cute underneath that slutty maid's outfit of hers. Coyle, however, did not notice any of these things. He did, however, notice something different.

"Oh hey... She's bleeding!"

Coyle looked down at the very finely shaped pair of legs that were draped over his shoulder, and managed to notice the one small scratch in her calf that had actually been scraped deep enough to well up with blood. Sure, there were other scrapes. The moron had been dragging her little girlfriend along at a not so efficient pace, but this little scratch was already starting to drip down the side of the girl's leg so that it made a pretty little stripe.

Oooh.... Pretty. Coyle noticed the other girl again - the conscious one. She was saying something about him ****ing her.

"Oh no. I'd never do that." Coyle said, with his really nice, polite voice. He sounded like a gentleman.

"But I'm sure we can work something out with her back at your place... Where to?"

[RuetheDay]

Blissful, blissful unawareness... A gentle sleep, floating through the darkness of eternal peace... Peace... Peace... Ah, yes. Such a lovely, lovely state of unconsciousness... It was so... so... OW!!!!! ****!!!!!!!! GOD-BLOODY-****ING-DAMN-IT!!!!! Rue winced in pain, her eyes fluttering open but then clenching shut she tried to yell but no words came out. She tried to move, nothing happened. She tried to react in every way possible... Nothing.

It was like being sedated almost... huh. Did someone slip her date rape drugs? She hadn't seen this lady since when she stumbled out of the Cabaret... It wasn't all that likely. Nah. It was just the alcohol.

The was pain her hand being stepped on... or at least that's what she registered it as. It was excruciatingly annoying as it was an pain emphasized over the others to her disappointment even as her stomach was queasy and her legs were scraped up to what was probably hamburger because she'd been bloody dragged by a random stranger by the arm which Rue wouldn't be surprise if would be ripped out of its socket in due time... He migraine increased pulsating in cruel, bitter waves. Lovely, just lovely.

Suddenly, she felt her arm tugged harder as she was pulled upwards, her eyes managed to open for her to notice that she'd be slung over the shoulder of some guy. Lovely, just what she needed. Rue closed her eyes again cursing inwardly as there was no way out of this. She had not strength to struggle, she was obviously about to be raped by two random strangers and be found dead in some alley way and no one would care... Maybe Shade would... or no, Kendryek hates her... uh, what's his name, err... that one kid. That new kid. Yeah. Oh, Ziza would. Yeah... no one would care... Yeah. She was screwed. And unloved.

Rue fought against her body's unresponsive behavior... Why couldn't she move? Let alone speak? Sliding in and out of reality, with much, much effort, she managed a few stuttered words. "Who... W-Who are y-y-you people......? She heaved the words out, groggily and heavily British accented, her bedroom voice still sounding as silky as usual despite how tired and mumble-y it was... Like a sexy, British, female Ozzy Osbourne... Woah. Bad metaphor.

Her bloodshot eyes darted about as she attempted to take in the situation and as to what exactly was going on. "Wh-Wh... Where... are we g-going.....?" He voice shook a bit and she went more limp, it took much, much of her energy just to keep herself from falling back into unconsciousness once more, for the pure sake of the possibility of response.

[Iƪƪia]

Swaying slightly as she waited for something to happen, she yawned loudly. Not much to see here. It was probably leading up to a rape scene, but until then things would be rather boring. It was like foreplay. She never liked foreplay. Hell, she didn't even care for the act, really. She was just that ****ing bored. And drunk. And high. So really, it was only a matter of time.

"Huh? What? Oh, 'kay then... You kin be th'man."

She nodded, coming up to stand beside him. It was strange. He was a guy, right? A guy holding a hot, unconscious girl whose mind wasn't on rape? Weird. Apparently, he got his kicks from something that was non-sex related. Or maybe he was gay. He looked like he could be gay. Whatever his reasoning was, it didn't really concern her at this exact moment in time.

"Oh, my place..." She thought about it for a moment. A long moment, actually, before it finally came to her. A room. In a hotel. With a number. The number she did not recall, but the hotel was... "S'over there." She mumbled, extending a trembling hand in the direction of the building.

Before she could begin the walk toward her room, however, she heard a different noise. A different voice. After awhile of searching her surroundings for the source of the noise, she finally realized that it had come from the unconscious slut. Well, she wasn't quite unconscious anymore. Looking around on the ground, she retrieved the empty bottle, holding it up by the neck as she looked from one new friend to the other.

"You want me to knock 'er out again?"

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Without even flinching, the unusually charming beast ignored the one drunken female and responded to the other.

"If you would... Smack the *****."

Coyle shifted the form of the now conscious one, not because she was heavy as much as she was squirming. He hated live cargo! Wouldn't she just sit still while that drunk one beat her senseless? Ergh... Can't ever do this the easy way. Even comatosed victims have to wake up at least one time. It was like a cosmic rule or something...

Coyle shifted the girl again. She seemed like she was getting more lively. That usually happened too... Not good. That idiot had better hit the girl quick.