Universe Backstabber: The Worst Night Of My Life
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Category:
+S through Z › Sonic
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,620
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Sonic The Hedgehog game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Realisation
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Universe Backstabber: The Worst Night of My Life
By Harley Quinn hyenaholic
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Me: As soon as I'd written Chapter 2: Satisfaction, I instantly realised that this fanfic wasn't finished. I couldn't possibly just leave it with Nic and Nack lying on the kitchen floor. And so this third chapter was written, and-
Nack: So who'm I gonna rape this time?
Me: Shut up, Nack. This is the third chapter. It's important. In fact, all the chapters are important.
Nic: So it's going to turn out that it's just a horrible dream?
Me: Don't kid yourself. This fanfic remains disturbing, and telling you why would spoil it.
Nic: Nack had bloody well better not rape me again.
Nack: I don't want to.
Me: I wasn't planning on it, you morons! I've already described rape from two points of veiw, what else am I going to do with it? Somebody watching it on tape?
Nack: Knowing you, I'll probably have to go out and rape Amy.
Me: A weasel with a hedgehog? Yuck. No way.
Nic: So you're not going to get Sonic to rape me too? Well, maybe you'll drag in that thick bastard Knuckles.
Me: Don't be so stupid, Nic. Knuckles is too stupid to know how to rape anyone. And I mean that in a very caring way.
Nack: Was someone watching through the window then?
Me: Oh, for crying out loud. Will you two just shut up? A realistic rape is helluva lot better than a humourous rape, and anyway, if you've read this far, that probably means you don't care that it's vastly disturbing anyway. By the way, review! I want to know what you think, even if you don't!
~~~
Chapter 3: Realisation
I awake slowly, cold and with a thumping hangover. God, last night I had such a fucking awful nightmare! I dreamed I...
I fucked my...
Oh, shit.
It's all coming back to me - I am cold because I am lying on the kitchen floor, naked. I sit up slowly, and turn my head to look around, dreading what I might see.
Nic is lying stock still on the floor, as cold and as naked as I am. Her only sign of life is that she is crying even in her sleep. It wasn't a nightmare. It was real. Horribly, horribly real. Any hope that it wasn't is dispelled by the sight of her tattered clothing strewn over the floor, and the blood, and the knife just a little way away from me. I stand slowly, and she shivers. I pull the tablecloth off the table and pull it over her, then pick up the knife. I hesitate for a moment, then leave the room.
I go straight to the bathroom. God, I feel so dirty. My skin actually feels as if it wants to crawl off me. I turn on the hot water in the basin and start to scrub my hands fervently, wishing that I could scrub my soul too. Sick, sick, sick. I scrub until my hands are raw and bleeding, but the dirt won't come off. I finally give up.
"What the hell have I done..." I whisper, looking at my reflection in the mirror
I've commited rape. I've raped Nic. I've raped my own sister.
One word repeats itself, over and over in my mind. In one sudden movement, I smash the mirror with my fist, no longer able to bear what I see.
Scum.
I look at my reflection in the shattered glass on the floor, then at my bleeding hands. Somehow I feel as if I deserve more pain than that.
I slump to the floor and allow my mind to recollect what happened. What I did to my own sister. I feel physically and mentally sick. It won't stop running through my mind; the screams, the struggles, and everything I said to her. I can think of only one way to silence these thoughts, to shut them up.
I take the knife in my hand and look at it for a moment, then make my decision quickly. I press the sharp edge into my right wrist, biting my lip with the sudden pain. I watch the blood flow suddenly, and without even thinking, transfer the knife to my other hand and cut into my left wrist.
I'm gonna die.
I deserve to die.
I gradually slip into semi-conciousness, and my world is slowly blurring before my eyes. I can't tell if it's because of loss of blood, or the tears running down my face.
~~~
I wake up, freezing cold. I remember the events of last night in an instant. Was it just a nightmare? No. My clothes are still in shreds, but someone has pulled a tablecloth over me. Nack has gone. I am alone.
My own brother has raped me. I can't believe he did that. I can't believe anyone could do something like that, but the blood and the stickyness of the floor confirm it all.
I remember the feelings of fear, of pain, of humiliation, but it was nothing compared to the complete and utter feeling of helplessness.
God, I feel so dirty. What he did was so wrong... but how can I hand him over to the police? He's my brother, and I love him because I'm still his sister, whatever he's done. I can't send him to jail, I can't, I can't...
I stand, shakily, uncertain of what to do. I start by pulling the tablecloth tighter around my shivering body. After a while I start to clear the mess up off the floor.
Clean, I need to get clean, I need to scrub the dirt off.
I stumble to the bathroom, and I see it all in a second.
Nack looks up at me. I can so easily recognise that expression. The very same expression was ingrained on my face only hours ago. The expression of pure misery, humiliation, and defeat. There's blood all over the floor. There's blood all over his wrists.
"Nack?" I hardly know what to do. My rapist is lying on the floor, bleeding to death - but so is my brother.
"Oh god Nic, I'm so sorry..." he whispers, "I can't... I mean, what I've done..."
I can't speak. Part of me wants to walk away, to leave him there, because I hate him so much. But I ignore that desire and kneel on the floor next to him. He flinches away from me.
"Nack..." I finally say, and try to touch his cheek, "Nack, you're my brother."
He flinches away from me again, "That's why I should die... I'm your brother... how could I do this to you? Please, just keep away from me... before I hurt you again..."
"No! I... You're still my brother, and I can't let you die... not like this!" I realise now as I look at Nack that I don't need to tell. He's miserable enough. He'll suffer more by living than by dying. I start to tear the fabric of the tablecloth that covers me, and use it to bind up his wrists.
"But look at yourself! Look at me! Look at what I've done to you..." Nack starts to cry as he tugs away from me. I'd say that it was totally pathetic, but somehow I can't. We both know anyway, "I don't want to hurt you again," he sobs, "Just go away, just let me die, I deserve to die..."
A million words rise up in my throat, and I finally say, "Nack, what you did... yes, it was wrong, but... You're stronger than this. We both are. We'll find a way." I want to cry, but I keep myself from it. I have to be strong now.
"I don't deserve to live..."
"Maybe not... but I won't let you take the easy way out! You're my brother, and I... I forgive you." And I can forgive him. Partly because I know in my heart that he'll never forgive himself. And partly because he's my brother, "Only the weak people take the easy way out."
Nack rests his head on my chest and continues to cry. I hold him against me shakily, nervously. I can't believe what I'm doing... I'm comforting the man who raped me. I'm saving his life. But for some strange reason, I feel just a tiny bit better. I'm not rendered helpless anymore. I'm strong again. I'm being strong for my brother.
Nack looks up at me, his eyes now red from crying, "But... when everyone finds out... You'll be pitied, and laughed at, and I could go to prison... I mean, I deserve to, I already deserved to, but... I'm scared... We've both heard about what happens to rapists in prison..."
"Nack," I say gently, "I won't tell anybody. Because... because you're already sorry. I can tell. We'll find a way."
Nack looks up at me, his eyes filled with confusion, "Yes," he sobs, "Yes! If I could go back... I wouldn't... It was good for me back then, but now... now I feel like I want to scrub my skin on the inside... I'm sorry, oh God, I'm so sorry..."
"We'll find a way..." I repeat, over and over again.
~~~
Me: Editing A/N is a bloody pain. People were begging me for a Chapter four, and so I gave in. Now it's taking like forever to edit all the A/N and get it looking neat because I'm stupid and a perfectionist.
Nack: Hey! I nearly committed suicide in this chapter! I'm ot going to read any more.
Me: Then you'll never find out how it ends.
Nack: Oh, all right... *cough*bitch*cough*
Universe Backstabber: The Worst Night of My Life
By Harley Quinn hyenaholic
~~~
Me: As soon as I'd written Chapter 2: Satisfaction, I instantly realised that this fanfic wasn't finished. I couldn't possibly just leave it with Nic and Nack lying on the kitchen floor. And so this third chapter was written, and-
Nack: So who'm I gonna rape this time?
Me: Shut up, Nack. This is the third chapter. It's important. In fact, all the chapters are important.
Nic: So it's going to turn out that it's just a horrible dream?
Me: Don't kid yourself. This fanfic remains disturbing, and telling you why would spoil it.
Nic: Nack had bloody well better not rape me again.
Nack: I don't want to.
Me: I wasn't planning on it, you morons! I've already described rape from two points of veiw, what else am I going to do with it? Somebody watching it on tape?
Nack: Knowing you, I'll probably have to go out and rape Amy.
Me: A weasel with a hedgehog? Yuck. No way.
Nic: So you're not going to get Sonic to rape me too? Well, maybe you'll drag in that thick bastard Knuckles.
Me: Don't be so stupid, Nic. Knuckles is too stupid to know how to rape anyone. And I mean that in a very caring way.
Nack: Was someone watching through the window then?
Me: Oh, for crying out loud. Will you two just shut up? A realistic rape is helluva lot better than a humourous rape, and anyway, if you've read this far, that probably means you don't care that it's vastly disturbing anyway. By the way, review! I want to know what you think, even if you don't!
~~~
Chapter 3: Realisation
I awake slowly, cold and with a thumping hangover. God, last night I had such a fucking awful nightmare! I dreamed I...
I fucked my...
Oh, shit.
It's all coming back to me - I am cold because I am lying on the kitchen floor, naked. I sit up slowly, and turn my head to look around, dreading what I might see.
Nic is lying stock still on the floor, as cold and as naked as I am. Her only sign of life is that she is crying even in her sleep. It wasn't a nightmare. It was real. Horribly, horribly real. Any hope that it wasn't is dispelled by the sight of her tattered clothing strewn over the floor, and the blood, and the knife just a little way away from me. I stand slowly, and she shivers. I pull the tablecloth off the table and pull it over her, then pick up the knife. I hesitate for a moment, then leave the room.
I go straight to the bathroom. God, I feel so dirty. My skin actually feels as if it wants to crawl off me. I turn on the hot water in the basin and start to scrub my hands fervently, wishing that I could scrub my soul too. Sick, sick, sick. I scrub until my hands are raw and bleeding, but the dirt won't come off. I finally give up.
"What the hell have I done..." I whisper, looking at my reflection in the mirror
I've commited rape. I've raped Nic. I've raped my own sister.
One word repeats itself, over and over in my mind. In one sudden movement, I smash the mirror with my fist, no longer able to bear what I see.
Scum.
I look at my reflection in the shattered glass on the floor, then at my bleeding hands. Somehow I feel as if I deserve more pain than that.
I slump to the floor and allow my mind to recollect what happened. What I did to my own sister. I feel physically and mentally sick. It won't stop running through my mind; the screams, the struggles, and everything I said to her. I can think of only one way to silence these thoughts, to shut them up.
I take the knife in my hand and look at it for a moment, then make my decision quickly. I press the sharp edge into my right wrist, biting my lip with the sudden pain. I watch the blood flow suddenly, and without even thinking, transfer the knife to my other hand and cut into my left wrist.
I'm gonna die.
I deserve to die.
I gradually slip into semi-conciousness, and my world is slowly blurring before my eyes. I can't tell if it's because of loss of blood, or the tears running down my face.
~~~
I wake up, freezing cold. I remember the events of last night in an instant. Was it just a nightmare? No. My clothes are still in shreds, but someone has pulled a tablecloth over me. Nack has gone. I am alone.
My own brother has raped me. I can't believe he did that. I can't believe anyone could do something like that, but the blood and the stickyness of the floor confirm it all.
I remember the feelings of fear, of pain, of humiliation, but it was nothing compared to the complete and utter feeling of helplessness.
God, I feel so dirty. What he did was so wrong... but how can I hand him over to the police? He's my brother, and I love him because I'm still his sister, whatever he's done. I can't send him to jail, I can't, I can't...
I stand, shakily, uncertain of what to do. I start by pulling the tablecloth tighter around my shivering body. After a while I start to clear the mess up off the floor.
Clean, I need to get clean, I need to scrub the dirt off.
I stumble to the bathroom, and I see it all in a second.
Nack looks up at me. I can so easily recognise that expression. The very same expression was ingrained on my face only hours ago. The expression of pure misery, humiliation, and defeat. There's blood all over the floor. There's blood all over his wrists.
"Nack?" I hardly know what to do. My rapist is lying on the floor, bleeding to death - but so is my brother.
"Oh god Nic, I'm so sorry..." he whispers, "I can't... I mean, what I've done..."
I can't speak. Part of me wants to walk away, to leave him there, because I hate him so much. But I ignore that desire and kneel on the floor next to him. He flinches away from me.
"Nack..." I finally say, and try to touch his cheek, "Nack, you're my brother."
He flinches away from me again, "That's why I should die... I'm your brother... how could I do this to you? Please, just keep away from me... before I hurt you again..."
"No! I... You're still my brother, and I can't let you die... not like this!" I realise now as I look at Nack that I don't need to tell. He's miserable enough. He'll suffer more by living than by dying. I start to tear the fabric of the tablecloth that covers me, and use it to bind up his wrists.
"But look at yourself! Look at me! Look at what I've done to you..." Nack starts to cry as he tugs away from me. I'd say that it was totally pathetic, but somehow I can't. We both know anyway, "I don't want to hurt you again," he sobs, "Just go away, just let me die, I deserve to die..."
A million words rise up in my throat, and I finally say, "Nack, what you did... yes, it was wrong, but... You're stronger than this. We both are. We'll find a way." I want to cry, but I keep myself from it. I have to be strong now.
"I don't deserve to live..."
"Maybe not... but I won't let you take the easy way out! You're my brother, and I... I forgive you." And I can forgive him. Partly because I know in my heart that he'll never forgive himself. And partly because he's my brother, "Only the weak people take the easy way out."
Nack rests his head on my chest and continues to cry. I hold him against me shakily, nervously. I can't believe what I'm doing... I'm comforting the man who raped me. I'm saving his life. But for some strange reason, I feel just a tiny bit better. I'm not rendered helpless anymore. I'm strong again. I'm being strong for my brother.
Nack looks up at me, his eyes now red from crying, "But... when everyone finds out... You'll be pitied, and laughed at, and I could go to prison... I mean, I deserve to, I already deserved to, but... I'm scared... We've both heard about what happens to rapists in prison..."
"Nack," I say gently, "I won't tell anybody. Because... because you're already sorry. I can tell. We'll find a way."
Nack looks up at me, his eyes filled with confusion, "Yes," he sobs, "Yes! If I could go back... I wouldn't... It was good for me back then, but now... now I feel like I want to scrub my skin on the inside... I'm sorry, oh God, I'm so sorry..."
"We'll find a way..." I repeat, over and over again.
~~~
Me: Editing A/N is a bloody pain. People were begging me for a Chapter four, and so I gave in. Now it's taking like forever to edit all the A/N and get it looking neat because I'm stupid and a perfectionist.
Nack: Hey! I nearly committed suicide in this chapter! I'm ot going to read any more.
Me: Then you'll never find out how it ends.
Nack: Oh, all right... *cough*bitch*cough*