Disclaimer: This story, though maybe not in this chapter but in subsequent chapters, will have celebrities in it. I have no knowledge of their sexuality and this is not intended to imply their sexuality. This is all from my own mind. Scary!! People actually get a glimpse into my mind!!!
Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, Angel and all related characters created by Joss Whedon. Copyright 20th Century Fox.
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In this story, which has been floating around in my head most of my life, you will find many universes merging, as the above copyrights reveal. I hope you all enjoy this. I appreciate any feedback that you may want to give. This story doesn't deal so much with sex, sex, sex, but more of my feelings that I struggled with and am starting to come to terms with. Part of his background is mine. I do hope that you enjoy it!!!
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Chapter 27 The Walls Come Tumbling Down
I looked around to try and find someone to get this guys attention off his shaking the building. The engineers of the buildings on the west coast are awesome at designing earthquake resistant buildings so they don't topple over at the first tremor. But even the best-designed buildings can only take so much stress before they come tumbling down.
I found my answer. I ran over to the fire hose on the wall and pulled it off. Grabbing the wheel to release the water I pulled as hard as I could.
"Oh, no you don't!" The Avalanche pointed a hand toward me and I felt the ground underneath my feet shake violently and open up. I fell down the hole but still had a firm grip on the water hose. It was keeping me from going all the way through to the next level.
"See what I did to Batman?" the Avalanche yelled. "Who will be next?"
The people were scared out of their minds and I did not blame them for their fear. I was afraid, too. I pulled as hard as I could, climbing up the hose. As I neared the top, I readied myself to be attacked; however I wasn't, surprisingly. Avalanche was occupied with something else, or should I say, someone else. In the room, besides the innocent victims of Avalanche's rampage stood two women. One was Phoenix as I recognized her. The other was a young girl wearing black and purple, and a mask.
"What are you two going to do to me?! I have all kinds of power! Just watch and see!"
Avalanche raised his hands and the floor began to shake violently. It was all I could do just to hold on. Phoenix floated above the ground as the shaking became more violent. This wave of moving floor moved toward Phoenix's friend and picked her up, carrying her along its path. As it neared the wall, I was expecting the young girl to be tossed into the wall, or jump off the wave. She did neither. She went right through the wall as if it wasn't there.
"What?!" it seemed everyone shouted.
This distracted Avalanche and I grabbed the hose, cranked the water to full power and shot him with the spray. It hit him with such force he was thrown back into the wall. He tried to raise his hand to cause another quake but couldn't because of the water pressure. Besides, he probably wasn't able to see all that much with the amount of water that was hitting him.
Avalanche rolled to the side out of my aim and hid around the corner. I turned off the water and watched hoping to see him before he could do damage and hurt someone this time. As I watched, I did not notice several objects floating in the air. Was I doing it? I didn't feel anything happening to me. Then I noticed Phoenix. She was controlling the objects. She must be telekinetic.
Avalanche came out from his hiding place only to be assaulted by trashcans, plastic stackable file shelves and all kinds of office equipment. He dodged them left and right as he came running down the steps. I grabbed something to add to the barrage but Avalanche tripped and fell into a desk headfirst. I stood, waiting for him to move. But he didn't. All was still. Then I noticed a hand sticking up out of the floor. Soon it was joined by the body it was attached to. Phoenix's friend.
The three of us approached Avalanche leery of his unconsciousness. I checked him by nudging his body. He didn't move. Then Phoenix checked his vitals. "He's alive. Good work, Shadowcat." The two looked over at me. "Good work to all of us."
"So, you're Batman," Shadowcat said to me. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, as well." I turned to the crowd. "It's okay. Go outside slowly with your hands on your head and tell the authorities everything is under control."
"They won't believe us, you know," Shadowcat said. "They will think we are weird to wear these masks and stuff."
"Not my problem," I replied standing and going to the elevators.
"Where are you going?" Phoenix asked me.
"Out of here. Like Shadowcat said. They aren't going to believe us. Why wait around for them to attack us." The elevator door opened and I entered.
I took the elevator to the top floor. I went to the edge and saw the police that surrounded the building entering quickly. I hope Phoenix and Shadowcat got out okay.
A few hours later, I was at home. The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Eric."
"Hi, Jessica. What can I do for you?"
"I was wondering if you were going to be busy tonight."
"Not really. Why?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight. We could look for guys."
"I don't know." I was hesitant. Part of me wasn't ready to start dating. But Jessica persisted.
"Come on. It will be fun! Besides, I have a surprise for you."
"What is it?"
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise. Meet me at Garrett's at seven o'clock."
"Okay."
I hung up and showered.
At six thirty I was dressed in my black slacks, black collar shirt with a navy blue t-shirt underneath, black suspenders and my black loafers. It didn't take me long to get to Garrett's. When I knocked, Jessica answered. She was wearing a light blue short dress.
"Come on in." I followed her into the living room. "Stay here. I'll be right back." With that she left.
Garrett walked into the room as Jessica disappeared around the corner. "Where is Jessica going?"
"She says she had a surprise for me."
"Really? I thought she was going to give that to you for your birthday."
We stood there in silence for several minutes until Garrett broke the silence. "Where are you going?"
"I have no idea. Jessica was the one who had the idea."
"Hmm."
Soon Jessica returned but stayed in the shadows. "Close your eyes, Eric." I closed my eyes, heard some movement, then Jessica said, "Open them."
I opened my eyes to find Jessica holding a Bat-suit. It looked almost exactly like the one I already had. But there were subtle differences. The look was the same, but there were many add-ons. "Wow!" I replied.
"Let me show you this stuff. I think you will really like it." Jessica laid the suit down on the table and began showing me everything. "There are built in pockets that can hold all kinds of equipment."
I took the suit in my hands and felt the material. It was made out of a sturdier material than my original. The cape seemed a bit longer, as well. "The pockets are a good idea, but I don't have anything to put in them."
"That's okay," Jessica said. "That's where Garrett and I come in. We've already got a few things in them for you."
I searched a few pockets and found some interesting supplies: a vial of holy water, a cross, and two wooden stakes. On the wrists of the sleeves was a patch metal with something bumpy underneath the surface. I could feel it through the other side of the sleeve. "What's this?"
"Grappling hooks to shoot out."
I stared at the suit amazed. It was a beautiful gift one could give me. That kind of says something about me when someone giving me a Bat-suit brings a smile to my face.
"So where are you going?" Garrett asked.
"We're going to cruise the town."
"Be careful."
"Garrett, you worry too much."
"I just wish you would patrol tonight. You know what nights like tonight bring."
"Garrett, I have two wooden stakes in my purse. We'll be fine."
With that, we left.
About fifteen minutes later, Jessica and I showed up at a nightclub. I never really liked clubs. They were always too smoky and I hard a hard time breathing around cigarette smoke. It wasn't because of asthma or emphysema or bronchialitis. My mom used to smoke and I grew up around it. When she quit and the house was smoke free, I got used to it and cigarette smoke now bothers me a great deal.
This nightclub wasn't too bad. I could breathe inside, though it still had cigarette smoke. We went up to the bar and Jessica ordered two beers. "Um, Jessica?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't drink."
"Oh. Well, I'll drink the two beers. What would you like?"
"Pepsi, I guess."
The bartender got us our drinks and we were off to find a place to sit.
"Let's get somewhere close to the dance floor," Jessica said.
"I don't dance, either, Jessica. Only slow dance."
"You don't drink and you don't dance and you used to date Justin Timberlake? How in the world did you get to him?"
"By friendship and honesty and building a relationship based on trust."
Jessica just looked at me then looked at the dance floor. "It looks mighty inviting."
"Go ahead and go. Don't sit here with me if you want to dance."
"Are you sure?"
"Get out of here," I said to her. With that, she left me behind.
The night seemed to wear on as she danced with men on the dance floor. Part of me wanted to be out there, too. But I can't dance and am not eager to let a stranger teach me unless it's a professional dance teacher. I guess I am quirky. Watching them made me think about whom I have danced with. "I remember dancing with Justin," I thought. "I remember dancing with Lance. Oh, if I could talk to him right now. He would listen and be my shoulder to cry on. He and I seemed to have this friendship that was deeply imbedded. He could trust me with anything and I could trust him with anything. I would like to talk to him right now, but he's probably freaking out about what I did. I don't blame him. I'm still freaking out about what I did."
I did not realize the direction I was walking and I ended up running into someone, spilling their drink on their shirt. "I'm so sorry. Let me get something to clean that up," I apologized. "Man, I'm such a cluts tonight."
"Damn right, you are, you little faggot."
A switch went off inside me. My blood boiled and my anger began to inflate. It wasn't one of those "don't call me a faggot" anger that people, regardless of sexual orientation, get enraged about. It was the fact it was used in a derogatory statement that threw me over the edge. "What did you say?" I asked.
"I said you are right. You are a cluts."
"No, the other part."
"What? That I called you a faggot? Well, you are!"
"There's no need for rude comments."
"I'll bet your creaming all over your pants, you little..."
I hauled off and punched him. He lifted off the ground and crashed into a table. He looked up and me shocked, then slowly a smile came to his face. Before I realized it, a chair came crashing down on my head. I fell to the ground in pain. I reached back and touched where the chair hit me. It was wet. When I pulled my hand away, I realized it was wet with blood, my own.
I tried to stand up when someone else came up and hit me in the back. I fell under the pain and pressure. Then, two guys grabbed my arms and one grabbed my legs and hoisted me up. I was so out of it, I didn't know what was going on.
When I was able to focus on where I was, I observed I was in a motel room tied up. I was on my back with my hands tied to the head post and my feet strapped to something on the sides. I didn't have the strength or the wits about me to break through the ropes. My hair was matted to my head. It didn't feel wet so the blood must have stopped flowing. My eyes slowly came into focus, and I was scared at what I saw. I was naked.
I looked around trying to get my mind to work properly. Part of me wished I hadn't. Four guys were standing in the room wearing only their underwear. "What's going on?" I asked.
"We're giving what you wanted at the club." I recognized the voice as the guy I accidentally spilled his drink onto.
"What's that?"
"The same thing all homos want." He walked up to me and pulled off his underwear. "We're giving you dick!"
The other guys laughed with him.
"Please, don't do this," I begged. He was going to violate me. I tried to move my legs which were tied so they were spread apart wide and very uncomfortable.
"This is what you gays want! We're accommodating you!"
With that I felt him enter me. He was so forceful. There was no love, no compassion in this. It was only to humiliate me and get him off at the same time. He pistoned me for a time which seemed like hours until finally he pushed as hard as he could and I felt him throb inside me. He had reached his climax of hatred and his face contorted to a twisted orgy of triumph. He pulled out, but that wasn't the end of my violation.
Another man came up and pulled his underwear. "I hope you enjoy this. We sure are. And by the way, he was the smallest of us four. We are going in order of smallest to largest. We don't want you all stretched out to minimize our pleasure."
The second man entered and did the same thing. But as an added insult, he grabbed my dick and squeezed as hard as he could. "Feel that? You like that, don't you!" When he climaxed he squeezed so hard I cried out in pain.
"He must have enjoyed that so much he had his little orgasm," one said while laughing.
"Yeah, but nothing came out of him."
"Let's see if I can remedy that."
The third victimizer mounted me and pushed in all the way as hard as he could. Then he would piston me for several minutes and pull out so that only his head was in me. It gave me some relief. That is until he pushed back in me all the way as forceful as possible. He pushed in and pulled out for several more minutes and decided to cause more pain to my privates by flicking the head with his finger. Sharp pain shot down and into me until he climaxed. The difference between him and the other guys is that when he came, he kept going in and out more forcefully until he was finished.
By now tears were streaming down my face. These guys were causing so much pain for me physically as well as emotionally. They were turning something that was to be a beautiful and intimate act with someone I cared about into an act of violation and torture. "Please, stop," I pleaded with barely a voice. I was so hoarse from sobbing and crying out in pain.
The last one mounted me and was just as forceful as the guys before. While he was pushing away, the first guy came up and penetrated him. The first guy kept pushing hard, causing the guy in me to enter further. As they enjoyed hurting me I felt something inside rupture and dampness running out of me. Did he push so hard that the combined amount of cum from the other three men was forced out? I got the answer not too much later.
"He's bleeding!" one yelled.
"What?" the guy said who was still in me and pushing.
"Yeah! He's bleeding all over you!"
"What if he has AIDS?"
The guy in me pulled out so quick that that movement in itself was enough to cause pain. With nothing inside me now, I felt a greater amount of fluid come out of me.
"Let's get out of here!" one guy said.
The four rappers pulled on their clothes as quickly as possible and left leaving me tied to the bed in a pool of my own blood. I had no idea where I was or what to do but cry. And as the tears flowed my anger flowed. They humiliated me. They hurt me. They destroyed me. The anger welled up in me so great the only way I had to release it was to scream.
"Nnnnnnooooooo!" As I screamed something happened, though I'm not sure what. All I knew was the ropes were torn off me and I could move, even though it hurt to move. I pulled on my pants, which were tattered and lying on the floor.
The blood still flowing out of me, I opened the door and stumbled into the parking lot. Trying to stay on my feet, it hurt so to move, I made my way to the manager's officer. Opening the door, I fell to the floor.
"What...in the...oh, my God!" the manager said. "What happened to you?"
"I was just...raped."
"Lay still! I'll call an ambulance."
I rolled over to my back and glanced out the window seeing the Huntress with a look of horror on her face. Then she faded into the night as the motel manager came up to me.
"It will be okay. The ambulance is on its way. It's on its way," the manager's voice faded into the distance as darkness enveloped my vision.
To Be Continued...
What do you think this will do to Eric? What do you think of the guys who violated him? I'm sure you are mad at them, as am I. But what do you think could have caused them to act out such a horrible action? As I've learned in life, not all victimizers are just so full of hate. Often times something has happened to them to cause them to victimize. Does that justify their actions? Should that give them leniency toward their punishment? Personally, I think the victimizers who feel they deserve no leniency deserve it more so. You are probably thinking I'm out of my mind...and maybe I am in this thinking, but hear me out, please. Though who honestly believe they deserve such horrible punishment, perhaps even death, tend to be the ones who are the hardest on themselves, not forgiving themselves even the tiniest of mistakes, believing they are horrible terrible monsters. Chances are their conscious has done to them and will always do to them far greater a punishment than anything anyone else can do. Do you still think I'm crazy? Do you disagree with me? I'd love to hear your stand point.