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Characters: Cylas, Lester, Bo

Words: 2451

Content warnings: bullying, slut-shaming, victim-blaming, rape apologism, mentions of rape, (excessive?) violence, death, blood

-> I'll put extra breaks in the text for when the whole rape talk starts and ends

if there is anything I forgot, please let me klnow

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The sound of a car approaching ripped her from her thoughts. She turned off her music and looked up to see a dirty pickup truck driving down the road towards them. Cautiously, she stood up, patting her thighs to make sure her knives were in place. The truck came to a stop right by their wrecked car and an a little dishevelled looking man got out. He was taller than her – naturally, everyone was – and seemed as if he’d been doing physical labour recently, his shirt bearing some sweat stains and the little hair escaping from under his cap sticking to his skin.

She smiled to herself at the thought that she’d looked quite similar working in the garage on hot days, or helping out at the summer camp.

“Hey there, everything alright with you?” He said with a smile, staying by his car.

She scoffed. “Well, aside from the fact that the engine of that piece of polished scrap metal is probably cooked to hell and back, yeah.”

Some emotion she couldn’t quite place flickered across his face and she mentally smacked herself. “Sorry, I’m- it’s hot and I don’t have the best social skills so-”

This wasn’t getting better.

Before she could make even more of a fool of herself, the man interjected. “That’s alright, nothing to be sorry for. I’m not always great with people either. Anything I can do to help you?”

“Dunno, you carrying another engine around with you?” She joked, once again not thinking about how it might come across, but considering his chuckle he seemed to have gotten it. “I’m afraid I don’t, but there’s a mechanic in a town just up ahead. I could give you a lift there if you want.”

Ah, yes, the classic. Friendly stranger offers you a ride in the middle of nowhere. Cylas wasn’t a stranger to hitchhiking, and if she’d been alone, she would’ve agreed, however… if it hadn’t been for Ashley and the others she wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place.

“Sure, I guess, could you just give me a hand with her?” She said, motioning towards Ashley’s sleeping form. The man walked around his truck and over to them, and she only realised now that he possibly hadn’t even noticed Ashley yet. “Oh damn, is your friend okay?”

“She’s not my friend.” Cylas said a little harsher than necessary and the man’s gazes snapped to her. “I mean- She'll be fine. Probably. We’re just travelling together; her actual friends left her behind. If I’d gone with them, Ashley here would still be sat cooking in the passenger seat.”

“Ah, okay. They sound…”

“Lovely?”

He snorted. “Well, that certainly is a way to put it. Did she have anything to drink?”

“Oh, she’s had plenty to drink last night and possibly throughout this day, just not exactly the hydrating kind of beverage.” Cylas replied. “Maybe if she wasn’t half-drunk, she’d be conscious enough that I could get some water in her, however… no such luck. And I’m not gonna force it.”

“Wait, you’re saying she’s been drunk? And her friends just… left her behind?”

She shrugged. “Yeah. Her boyfriend was the one to suggest it in the first place.”

The man looked at her seeming legitimately dumbfounded.

“You know what they say;” she continued, “With friends like that, you need no enemies. Anyway, while we’re talking about them, I suppose you haven’t come across a group of two guys and one girl wandering around here somewhere?”

“Can’t say I have.” He responded. “But if they followed the road, they might have arrived in Ambrose already. If not, we should see them.”

“Okay then, let’s stop dawdling and get moving. I feel like my brain’s fried. Or, well, even more so than usual.”

They could see Jackson, Tyler, and Stacy from afar, standing by the gas pumps with another person she assumed to be the mechanic, Bo. Before anyone had a chance to speak, Ashley marched up to the group and called, louder than necessary: “Where were you? Why did you leave me alone with that freak?”

Everyone’s attention snapped to her.

“Ashley, welcome back to the realm of the living and aware.” Stacy says with so much sarcasm Cylas was surprised it wasn’t directed at her.

“Sorry, Angel, we just didn’t want to disturb your sleep.” Jackson said, ever the smooth-talker. Cylas wanted to gag.

Ashley clearly was not comforted by this response though. “You left me! With… with her! She just jumped into the next best hillbilly’s truck and topok me with her! We could’ve been killed or raped or… or…”

At this point Ashley fell to her knees and started crying. Cylas almost wished she had been murdered, anything to avoid… whatever this was. She couldn’t believe she had voluntarily helped that girl.

Between sobs, Ashley somehow managed to get out how “dirty and disgusting” the guy had been, and that there had been “bones and animal parts everywhere”, and that he’d “stared at her boobs and legs”. Funny enough, staring didn’t seem to bother her when it was hot guys and jocks doing it, Cylas thought to herself. Plus, she hadn’t picked up on any of this supposed staring.

Stacy rolled her eyes. “Come on, get up, let’s get you inside. You’ve probably been in the sun too long, the heat destroyed whatever braincells you still had left.”

Ashley didn’t react to this – whether she didn’t want to or hadn’t even heard it Cylas didn’t know – but she allowed Stacy to pull her into the gas station without any resistance. The man who up until this point had only been watching silently, cleared his throat and took a step towards Cylas, holding out his hand for her.

“Hey, name’s Bo. You’re with these guys I guess?”

“Cylas. And, yeah.” She said, shaking his hand. “I stayed behind with Ashley cause she… wasn’t feeling so well. Then a guy, Lester, showed up, told us we could find a mechanic here, and offered to give us a lift.”

“And you just agreed?” Tyler said, looking at her like she was the most stupid person he’d ever seen.

She sneered at him. “Well, I got into a car with you, can’t get much worse than that.”

Bo, again, seemed to just be observing their interaction, until a loud crash sounded from inside the gas station. Cylas groaned. “For fuck’s sake, can’t they behave like decent human beings just once…”

“I’ll be right back.” Bo said, clenching jaw clenched almost imperceptibly, and headed inside – leaving Cylas alone with Tyler and Jackson. Immediately, the guys closed in on her, looking way too smug and self-assured for her taste. Deep breath in. And out. Everything would be fine.

“You really do that?” Tyler asked, unnecessarily. She knew they oinly wanted to hear her say it.

“Do what?”

Tyler rolled his eyes. “Get into some dirty hick’s car.”

“I did agree to Lester taking us here instead of waiting by the side of the road for however long you incompetent fuckfaces were gonna take. For all I knew you could have gotten lost. Again.” She snapped.

“Ooooh, Lester.” Jackson said, exaggerating the name. “And what did Lester have going for him? Did he give you attention? Look at you? Show… interest?”

Tyler laughed. “It’s like we said, she’d prolly jump on the next best hobo’s dick if they do as little as give her attention.”

Deep breath in. And out. In. And out. Breath into your belly, feel the way your hand rises and falls. Focus.

“Yeah, sure. And cause I’m so desperate, I turned you down.” She scoffed.

At that, Jackson tensed up. “You know that was only a dare, right? Just some guys messing around, trying to see who’d get you to crack? Good for you that you apparently know guys like us would never actually consider you worthy.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, mate.”

“Listen here, you arrogant little slut-” He started, hand reaching out to grab her arm, but before he could get too close, she had his wrist in an iron grip. “How many more times do I have to say it? Do. NOT. Fucking. Touch. Me.”

She let go of his arm and went to walk past him.

!!! TRIGGER WARNING: slut-shaming, victim-blaming, rape apologism !!!

“One day, you’ll run into someone who’ll teach you some manners, remind you of your fucking place. Feminism is fucking cancer and is ruining good women, giving y’all ideas that you’re better than you actually are.” Jackson called after her. “And that’s why all these bitches out there are getting murdered and raped. Getting too self-confident, thinking you own the world. Only reason anyone would be stupid enough to fly to another country and meet with a complete stranger.”

She froze.

“Oh, yeah, you know what I’m talking about, don’t you?” He continued, either unaware or ignorant of the way her shoulders tensed and she balled her hands into fists. Jackson let out a chuckle, walking up behind her. “You were probably hoping that guy who offered you a ride would actually ‘give you a ride’, take advantage of some poor little city girl.”

Breathe. Just breathe. Focus on your breathing.

“Guys know what y’all really want. You’re transparent, thinking you’re all mysterious and shit when every guy with half a brain can see right through you.” He said, close enough that she could feel his breath on her neck. Breathing. She wanted him to stop breathing. Hear him choke and sputter and- “Bet your sister knew what she was getting into, that it wasn’t just one guy she’d been chatting with. You know, some say she was even enjoying the drive there, drinking and taking the drugs voluntarily.”

Breathe in for four seconds. Hold four seconds. Breathe out four seconds. Repeat.

“And I’d bet my ass that the only reason you get so defensive about his whole shit is cause you’re jealous.”

There was blood collecting under her fingernails where they were digging into her palms.

“You’re jealous cause she can get all the attention, she can get all the hot guys. All that’s left for your ugly scarred ass are desperate old men and guys who just can’t get any. The scum.”

He needed to shut up she needed to make him shut up his blood on her hands and under her nails and-

“You always act all disgusted and shit, but way deep down inside you probably miss that guy who abducted you. The last one to actually want you, before you were ruined for everyone else. You’re probably hurt he grew bored and wanted to get rid of you. Hell, for all I know you mutilated yourself.”

END

He laughed. His voice so confident and condescending, she could basically see his smug smile without even turning around, his stupid smug expression in his stupid smug face that she wanted to bash into the next best solid object – a wall, a pillar, the freaking gas pumps – until there was blood and bone and brain matter and tissue everywhere, his face unrecognisable, she could literally feel the satisfying crunch of cartilage and bone being crushed against an even harder object, the way the skull started to give, everything getting softer, the squishing, the weird wet suction noise when you pulled the bloody, gory mess away from the surface-

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? FUCKING PSYCHO BITCH!”

She looked down at her blood-covered hand and forced herself to let go of what-used-to-be Jackson’s hair. Tyler was standing a couple feet away, staring at her with a mix or horror and hatred on his face.

“What, you’re not even gonna fucking say anything?” He yelled, voice shaky.

A grin spread across her face.

“What’s the issue, Tyler?” She said with an overly sweet voice, eyes wide in fake-hurt. “I can’t be violent, I can’t even get angry, don’t you know? I don’t have any anger issues, that’s what you all said, so everything is fine, right?”

He looked at her with disgust and undisguised fury. “You are sick. Completely fucking crazy.”

“I never claimed anything else.” She replied, still smiling, an image of innocence and purity if it hadn’t been for the front of her shirt and her sleeves being soaked in blood.

He pulled a knife, a pocket-knife she’d seen before when he’d used it to open beer bottles and play around. “I’ll fucking kill you. You’re dead. You won’t live for the police to arrive so you can fool them into taking pity on you.”

She sighed. “Well, quit talking and bring it on then. The mechanic and the girls are bound to have heard your stupid shouting.”

As expected, he charged at her. And she side-stepped. He didn’t trip and fall, but that didn’t matter. He still lost his balance, dropped the knife trying to stabilise himself – and once he turned around, he found himself slammed against the pillar next to the gas pump, her own knife buried in his torso, about navel height, and then cleanly slicing through his flesh up until she reached the sternum.

His blood poured out like a waterfall, and some wayward organs met the floor by her feet with a wet slap. She savoured the look of shock and confusion in his eyes, that strange indescribable emotion when they realised that they’d made a mistake, that, yes, she could, that she hadn’t been lying.

Only once his eyes had gone completely blank and empty, she dropped the body and stepped back. She was standing in a pool of blood, Tyler’s innards basically swimming in it, while his empty gaze was fixed onto some unknown spot above him. The gas pump was a mess, all kinds of stuff dripping down. What-used-to-be Jackson’s body was slumped against it, though you wouldn’t be able to recognise him. His smug smile was gone, completely annihilated.

She heard a noise from the direction of the gas station, like a choked sob, and looked up to see Stacy standing in the door, staring wide-eyed at the scene before her. She opened her mouth, presumably to scream, but before any noise could leave her, her body went limp and fell to the floor, face down. There was a single red dot that then started to spread and grow, blooming like a flower. Bo was staring at her. Not the bodies, or the blood. He was staring at her, their gazes locked onto each other.

Then, with no implication as to why, he turned around and went back inside. She furrowed her brows in confusion and only just so had time to feel someone coming up behind her before there was a stinging pain in her neck and everything went dark.

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