CHAPTER 3 (From Charity)
The weyerhouse was a lot smaller than I thought it would be.
I was sitting in the room where Rui Ophelia would... um... pass on.
I was sitting on some boxes, kicking my feet and fiddling with my halo. Now, the magic wands were the source of our Soul Powers. We could stop time and take souls with the wands. But what most people didn't know was that all of our Power-powers actually center around our halos.
Yeah. The halos were our power sources.
But most people didn't know that.
So I was fiddling with mine. It was sort of a nervous reaction to things.
I was always at a deathscene about ten minutes before the moment of death. I mean, you can never be too careful. I always get to a crime scene at least ten minutes early.
It was dark. Everything sort of smelled musty. There were spider webs and the like. Stacks of boxes everywhere, and virtually no overhead lighting. There was a window up near the ceiling, and that was the only source of light in the entire place.
As you might have guessed, it was quite dark.
Dim, at least.
I sighed and twirled my halo around on my fingers.
Cause of death unknown.
How the heck could we not know? We are all knowing mostly!
I sighed and ran my hand back through my hair.
What would a sixteen year old girl be doing in an abandoned weyerhouse anyway?
I sighed.
Then there were footsteps.
I collected myself and got ready.
A man walked in to the weyerhouse and leaned against a bunch of boxes.
I was silently grateful that I was sitting on a bunch of boxes way the hell up against the wall.
I was a good twenty feet above him.
He sighed and lit a cigarette.
I watched him quietly. So this was the murderer.
He was about six and a half feet tall, very slender in an almost female way. His skin was quite pale, like a killer's should be. Oh, I'm sorry, did that come off as racist? Jeez, I'm sorry. Well, he was pale, regardless.
He had almond-shaped eyes that were a sort of bluish green color, very eery. He wore eyeliner. Black, on the under and over lid. He wore black lipstick and his hair was a sort of light whitish blue color, hanging around his face and then down past his shoulders.
He wore black vinyl pants and a fishnet shirt. He smiled and sucked another drag off of his cigarette.
I narrowed my eyes.
Murderer.
Murderers are bad people.
I sighed.
Where was Rui Ophelia?
There was a sudden movement and the boxes were suddenly unstable.
I gasped, and couldn't manifest my wings in time to catch myself.
I ended up on my ass, on the ground, surrounded by boxes, and in total pain.
"Ow..." I muttered, rubbing my head.
My hand felt empty...
My eyes widened.
My halo!
I made a little noise and sat up, looking for it. It wasn't on my head, it wasn't near me, where the heck-
"Looking for this?" I looked up at the scary murderer guy.
In his hand, he held my halo.
My heart leapt into my throat.
Every single one of my powers was in that halo!
What was I going to do??
I made a little noise and he tossed the halo behind him.
I couldn't get to it.
He walked over to me and I made screamed.
He grabbed my arm and tugged me to my feet. I jerked away from him, and he smiled.
"What's a cute little girl like you doing in a weyerhouse like this?" He asked, dryly, his eyes narrowing as I backed away from him.
He followed me. For every step I took, he took two, until my back was against the wall and he was pressed up against me.
His body was firm, muscular, and I was trembling.
"Leave me be!" I cried softly, trying not to get too frightened. I was a being of the supernatural order. I wasn't going to be bullied this easily.
But without my halo...
He was all pressed up against me, and I was getting scared. We normally didn't turn invisible for normal little everyday jobs. Just when there's going to be a lot of other Makers around... So I hadn't even thought of turning myself invisible... But now, I was wishing I had.
Where was Rui Ophelia??
Why wasn't she here?
I hated to see anybody hurt, but...
But what about me??
"Leave me alone!" I gasped, struggling against him as he pressed against me harder.
He laughed and ran his fingers through my hair.
"Such an odd thing..." He whispered against my forehead. I could feel his lips against my skin. "For a girl such as yourself to be hanging around an abandoned weyerhouse... Why on earth would you come here?"
Good question.
He ran his hand across my cheek and I tried to turn my head away from him, but I was at such an angle that I couldn't.
His hand then wandered lower than my face. It lingered around my neck for a moment, and then it went lower still, pushing the straps of my dress off of my shoulder and farther down.
I cried out and tried to shove him off of me, but he was way way way way way way stronger than I was.
His hand was under my dress now, all over my breasts.
I cried out again, and this time he sort of moved off of me just a little, and grabbed a handful of my hair. He slapped me just about as hard as he could, and because he was still holding a handful of my hair, there was no give. I saw stars, and suddenly tasted blood.
Where the heck was Rui Ophelia????
The man let go of my hair and I collapsed to the ground, holding my face, gingerly, and crying now.
I could feel my eye swelling shut just a bit.
"Perhaps you won't struggle quite as much now." He said, and knelt in front of me. I pressed myself against the wall, and he grabbed me.
He pulled me against his body, and he slid my dress down until the top was way down by my bellybutton.
"Don't!" I cried, tearing away from him and falling backwards against the wall.
He made a face and hit me again. And again.
He hit me until I was practically motionless, breathing hard and trembling.
He hadn't even broken a sweat.
Again, he pulled me against him and his hands were under my dress.
I was sobbing, but couldn't struggle. Not only had I lost the will power, but was absolutely frightened that I'd make him break a sweat.
He licked at the blood that was slowly inching its way out of the corner of my mouth. His tongue was suddenly inside my mouth, and I made a little noise.
He laughed against me, a gentle brush of air.
His hand was on my thigh, and as it slid to the inside of my leg, I squeezed my eyes shut.
He pulled my legs apart, and was suddenly between them.
He had ripped a chunk of the skirt part off, and his hand was on my hip, underneith the strap of my underwear.
This wasn't supposed to be happening...
This...
This was supposed to happen to Rui Ophelia...
And then a horrid thought crossed my mind.
Would he try to kill me as he would have killed Rui Ophelia??
Angels don't die like normal humans! We can die, of course, but we don't die like normal humans... But it still hurts... If he tried to stab me, it wouldn't kill me, but it would hurt me...
And I didn't want to feel the pain.
I bit my lip and lay still, praying that he would not find it necessary to kill me when he was finished with me.
He bit at my neck, gently, and I squeezed my eyes shut again.
I was trembling so hard that I couldn't even control myself.
It seemed like an eternity before he stood.
. He smiled down at me.
"Marvelous..." He whispered.
He knelt and picked up my halo and the clipboard with Rui Ophelia's name.
"N-no..." I wimpered, too weak to really stand or do anything.
He laughed. "Good bye..." He smiled.
And with that, he was gone. With my powers and any hope I had of finding Rui Ophelia.
It seemed as though I lay there for hours before finally, I heard footsteps.
I began to cry again, softly, and huddled in on myself. I was huddled up into a little ball by the time the footfalls came near me.
"Please..." I wimpered, pitifully. "Please, don't hurt me... Please..."
I heard him sigh.
He had returned to kill me.
Kill me instead of Rui Ophelia.
Only I wouldn't die.
I would just hurt.
A lot.
I was crying even harder now, my eyes squeezed shut.
"Please..." I whispered. "Please don't..."
There was a hand on my shoulder.
I winced. "Don't hurt me..."
But the hand was gentle.
"Little Charity..." A quiet, almost feminine, yet distinctly male voice whispered, and there were two hands on me, trying to help me up. But I didn't want to. I wanted to huddle in on myself a little longer. "What has happened to you...?"
I opened one eye as he pulled me up.
Hell.
It was Hell.
I made a little noise and tried to pull away from him.
I had only met him a few times, and to tell you the truth, he frightened me deeply.
"Please..." I whispered.
"Shh shh shh..." He whispered. "Just lay still."
I didn't say anything.
He was about six feet tall, and very very very feminine looking. He had absolutely white skin and eyes the color of the sunset. A sort of magenta orange color. He had very lovely lips and nicely shaped eyes. His hair was gently wavy, hanging to his chin in front, and then angling upwards toward the back. His hair was blue, violet, purple, and pink.
He was very very slender, and his body was gently muscular. But not overtly so. Gentle tone to every muscle, but still soft. Slightly feminine curves. He wore a black tuxedo and a lot of make up. His eyes were both completely engulfted by bright red eyeshadow both on the underside and topside of his eyes. His lips were a sort of wine color, somewhere in between red and purple.
I made a little noise and pulled just slightly away from him.
As soon as I was back on my side, I was in a tight little ball again.
He sighed heavily.
"Charity..." He whispered. "Please, just relax..."
I was still crying.
He tried to gently pick me up, and he finally succeeded. I didn't struggle, but then again, I didn't help him, either. I just wanted to be left alone.
He cradled me against his chest and sighed.
"Are you okay?" He whispered.
I didn't say anything.
"Charity, what did he do to you?" He demanded.
"He..." I whispered, but couldn't finish my sentence.
He sighed, and suddenly, his hand was between my legs.
I cried out and looked up at him with such a mixture of fear and terror in my eyes that he offered me a reassuring little look.
"He raped you." He said, upon confirmation.
He sighed and set me back down for a moment.
He removed his tuxedo jacked and placed it around my shoulders. He was now wearing nothing but a vest. His arms were very nice to look at, as was the slight curve of his body.
He picked me up again and cradled me against his chest.
"Please..." I whispered.
"Shh..." He whispered in my ear. "Relax, little Charity... I'll take you away from this place."
With that, he started to walk out of the weyerhouse.
"Rui Ophelia..." I whispered.
But he didn't say anything.
And we didn't see Rui Ophelia on the way out.