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Blood and Smoke	By : krazykiwi16 Category: +. to F > Baccano Views: 1408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE IN DETAIL!

This chapter is important, I think people need a deep, dark reason to be able to kill people so easily in later life! I apologize if this somehow ruins the story :/

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The sunlit forest was quiet and empty except for the chirping of birds and the rustlings of small woodlands animals, a trickle of a stream could be heard. All interrupted when a bloodcurdling scream tore through the forest as Kelly awoke suddenly as she felt something really huge force its way inside her, a grunt of pleasure was drowned by her scream.

'Scream all ya want, cuz no one will hear ya' the man behind her said with utter confidence as he had walked deep into the forest knowing they would be completely isolated and he could be left alone with the girl, enjoying her slowly. The man dug his nails into her hips, as tears leaked from wide, watery blue eyes, her pouty lips parted as her black hair fell across her cheeks. Kelly was on her stomach, her skirt falling down her back as her rear was exposed and high in the air as big, rough hands clutched tightly at her waist.

'Ya-ya a virgin?' the man groaned as he wasn't all the way in yet, and then he gave a loud laugh in enjoyment. This was his first time taking a virgin as he normally went for older lasses and assumed with the tall height, and the well-developed body of the slender girl below him that she was at least eighteen and not a virgin.

He pulled back, and pushed forward, ripping through her hymen and Kelly screamed again, louder and more painfully, tears continued to run down her face to the grass below her face, she could feel the warmth of her blood as it ran down her thighs. She sunk her fingers in to the cool grass, as her whole back arched in pain, deaf to her own screams as they ripped through her throat.

This wasn't happening! It wasn't real! It's a dream! A very bad dream!

Kelly squeezes her eyes shut, trying to will herself out of this so very real nightmare.

Wake up! Wake up wake up wake up wake up! But her eyes jerk open from the painful deep thrusting of the man behind her, bringing her back to the harsh reality.

The man enjoyed the delicious screams, thinking it sounded beautiful as he rammed into her snug, maiden core. Kelly fought to get loose, to get free, to get away but she was trapped, her wrists tied together by the man's own belt. 'Damn it!' she cried in her mind. He pulled back and slammed into her harder, picking up a fast, wild pace egged on by her lovely crying and shivering form, she was already going hoarse from screaming so much. She couldn't do anything but sob as he continued his rape of her defenceless flesh, fucking her ruthlessly and brutally, she screamed one last time in anger, fear and pain.

'How…Ng!...ya..liking….your…first…man?' the man managed to murmur out through grunts and moans of pleasure.

Kill him!

But Kelly was in too much pain to hear the dark voice that rang in her mind, as the man above her continued to thrust heavily, his withdrawing hips snapping back and forth, thrusting over and over again. He gave a final thrust. Hard. Deep.

Kelly was horror-struck at the feeling of a thick, hot, heavy liquid inside her, and she whimpered into the grass as the man forces more and more hot liquid into her body. Kelly thought that finally the man was done, and she could leave, she could ask Numa to come and kill this guy. Kelly gasped at her own dark thought, that wasn't like her.

He didn't pull out; he knew he would be hard again; he was high on the pleasure of taking a virgin and raping her. He wasn't going to stop. They weren't done yet.

'How was ya first time? Fun ain't it?' And with a vice like grip on her body the man twists her forcibly on her back, his large member still inside her; she gives a wail of pain, sending waves of pleasure down the man's spine and through watery dark blue eyes she sees the man for the first time.

Fear floods her body, kicking adrenaline at the sight of the unknown man with black hair looming over her, with hungry eyes and she immediately propels herself away from him but she grabs her shoulders, pinning her to the grassy ground, using his naked, heavy, muscled body to pin her beneath him. She tries kicking, pulling, pushing, pummelling her tied fists at the man but her efforts are fruitless and he doesn't budge.

He frowns at her attempts to get away and lifting a hand he gives a vicious backhand to the girl. Pain suddenly explodes in her teeth, and she tastes blood, spots of white dance across her vision, she opens her watery cerulean eyes when she hears soft, mocking laughter float down from above the man leans into her face, his panting hot breath caressing her skin making her feel sick.

'Hey pretty' his voice was surprisingly smooth, charming laced with lust, 'I need ya to be a good girl and stay still, otherwise we can't have any more fun' her heart falls in despair when she hears the word 'more'. She could feel his heat, sickly and moist as he settles his body above hers, sweat trickling down his neck and back, dripping on her, she again closes her eyes, hoping it was still a dream. While her eyes were closed the dark haired man observes his prey, he had certainly chosen well, it had been a choice between the dark gypsy beauty and this exotic beauty with her ivory skin, and those tear filled deep blue sea eyes. He was gonna enjoy breaking this one, and at that thought all his blood rushed into his groin that was twitching and throbbing inside Kelly's tight heat. She felt him inside her, and feeling repulsive she opens her eyes and sees the darkness in his eyes as he looks hungrily down at her, licking his lip and another jolt of fear runs through her and with the instinct to flee she screams, but falters when she becomes conscious of a strange ripping sound.

Through blurry, tear filled eyes she sees him slash through her clothes with a knife, ripping her top in half, the flimsy cloth fell on either side of her waist, exposing her milky white, toned stomach, bandages covered her chest at which he cut through, a mad glint in his eye as her full breasts sprang free. Goosebumps pebbled on her flesh as a chill from more than just the wind air sank into her. Tears began leaking from her eyes, she was too tired, too afraid of the knife to struggle anymore but she wanted to get away. The man lusted over her plump breasts, and stared down at her for a moment as though mesmerized before reaching down and gripping them with bruising force, a whine of pain escapes from Kelly's mouth.

He whistles in awe 'Wow what a body! Girls like ya are the best!' Kelly turns her head to the side, ashamed, as the man tilts his head with a smile that grew even bigger, his green-dark eyes reflecting the other's naked body back. He leans down again and licks the cold sweat away from the teen's temple and neck, humming by the taste and the smell of fear; he loved this. Absolutely loved this, it was what he lived for. He moves down, sucking and biting on her breasts, and Kelly's throat is now useless and she can't make a sound as she squeezes her eyes shut from the nauseating feeling of the man's muscular bulk, his sweat slicking with her body, his spine chilling touches. Her eyes widen again when the man licks the sweat away from her pale chest that's moving up and down as she breathes shallowly.

Her eyes then catch a glint of metal in the sunlight that streams through the leaves, turning her head she focusing her eyes and she sees the knife from earlier impaled in the ground beside her, and a small flame of determination is lit. She takes a deep breath and with her wrists tied above her head she slowly turns her body to one side, bringing her tied arms closer to the blade, stretching out to it when a rough bruising grip on her hips forces her on back, facing the man whose cackling over her. The flame burns out.

'Weak! That's what's lovely about girls' looking down at her as he sinks into her body, settling himself balls deep, her legs either side of his muscular body. He reaches down, pushing the bangs out of her tear streaked face.

'Ya body was so made for fucking! Ya should be proud to have this killer body!' taunting her.

He clamps his mouth over Kelly's in a violent, lust filled kiss, Kelly firmly keeps her lips shuts feeling ill at the toxic touch of the man. But what the man said twisted something dark in her mind 'Was that true? I was born a girl for this?' The man tries to force his tongue through sealed lips and with a snarl he bites. Hard. Kelly opens her mouth in pain, and he takes the chance and pushes his tongue inside and punishes her mouth. The slimy, wet muscle feels every bump and crevice, the man groans in her mouth as a small trickle of blood seeps into his mouth. Kelly, disgusted tries to yank her mouth away but the man grinds his hips into the girl below him, his engorged member tearing at her inner, abused walls, weakening her. He grabs her face in two hands and ignoring her whimpers of pain invades her mouth again, forcing his tongue down her throat, moaning at the sweet taste of strawberry from when she eaten them earlier. His salvia mixes with hers, leaking from the side of her mouth and he pulls back with a grin, smacking his lips happily. Leaving Kelly to cough and splutter, feeling tainted and defiled. Her lips bruised, breathing ragged as she pants for breath. The man then starts his assault on her fresh, creamy skin, lips latching onto ivory skin, making it flare and redden, biting here and there, sucking on her, leaving his mark everywhere, engraving himself on her so she wouldn't forget.

The man was hurting her in more ways than one, she felt so dirty. Kelly was in hell. She'd explode from pain, everything inside and out hurt. Her throat was sore from screaming, her face stung from the dried salty tears, her heart was beating so fast as she wonders how long it would last like this. She was becoming numb and she couldn't move at all. Kelly looks past the forest treetops and she sees thick, black clouds creeping closer to the sun, about to cover its shine. Tears begin to flow again as the sun looks down at her, blaming her as if it was her fault the sun was disappearing and the sky was going to cry. Rain begins to fall on them; rain drops mix with her tears.

Why don't I just kill this man? Just kill him, make him bleed! Whatever she was suppressing right now, would come out soon in full force.

'I think ya ready for round two' Kelly couldn't react anymore, she had no strength, she just closed her eyes and waited for it pass, for it be over.

Kill!

The man grabs the teen's hips harshly, making new bruises over the ones that were already blossoming.

Just kill him!

A low disappointed grunt escapes his mouth as he wrenches himself out of the lovely heat and with his face filled with rapture he smashes through her bleeding entrance, slamming again, and again as his hips work like a piston. He leans down, biting at her skin, forcing her mouth open for more suffocating kisses. He digs his nails deep into her flesh, cutting into the skin and lifts her limp body slightly up from the ground and if possible his thick rod starts slamming even harder and even faster. Each thrust rougher and fiercer than the one before. The man was going at it with all his might, as he felt the body under him, his own throat unable to hold back high vocals of pleasure from his mouth. "Hah! Ah~! A-aah…hng!',

Kill Him! The darkness wasn't far from capturing Kelly's soul.

'Ya-ya the best, ya know that?' grunting, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he tries getting deeper and deeper into the wet, velvety heat that comforted his cock. The only sounds were the raindrops, the wet suction of his unyielding pounding and his mewling moans of pleasure. Kelly was floating between unconsciousness and awareness, her heart beating so fast that it almost was slamming out through her chest, and other times it even forgot to beat.

Why was I born a girl? A weak, weak girl?

Become stronger! Kill!

Then the world started blurring, her breathing became slower but heavier as her heart was losing some paces, her mind slowly started to shut down, little by little. Her eyelids became heavier as the murderous darkness slowly engulfed her.

Kill him and the pain will go away!

She wanted to scream one last time, but her throat was bleeding and her vocals where all gone. The last thing she remembered was the growling sound above her, the yanking in her body becoming more merciless yet slower.

Kill him!

She fell, fell far away from this world, the only sound left was her beating heart that started to go slower, and slower and slower…

Kill!

A soft murmur 'Yeah….I'll kill him' escapes her bruised lips, unheard by the man above her.

Then darkness swallows her and consumes her soul.

The man is nearing his climax, he feels his orgasm pooling in his balls as they slaps nosily against the girl's entrance. Then with one final stab all the way to his hilt, he throws his head back in passion, roaring in overwhelming pleasure as his hot load floods the tight, blood soaked heat. The man collapses onto the now motionless Kelly in a haze of sweat, breathing roughly, exhausted as rain was flowing over his body, mixing with his sweat, dripping over the girl below him. He didn't care that his heavy body was crushing her; he had the best time of his life and he needed rest. He was proud that he came twice inside her, his stamina and endurance had improved from raping many, many girls. After a while he reluctantly pulls out, wishing he could go for one more round but someone by now would be looking for this girl. He admires his work of art of the broken, abused body of the fair white beauty, humming in glee when he sees blood seeping out between her legs, together with his white cum, mixing itself with the muddy rainwater underneath her. She was thoroughly fucked, and he was filled with pride that he had captured and taken a rare beauty. He grabs his rain drenched clothes, putting them back on and removes the belt from her wrists and stand up, turning his back on the girl and with a cruel smile he tosses over his shoulder,

'Ya were fun kid, thanks a lot' and cackling madly he takes a step forward when he finds himself face to face with young man with his red hair so wet it looks black. His lips were pulled back, his teeth bared and clenched tightly together as his dark brown eyes were glowing red, staring at the unmoving girl on the wet ground.

She was like a fallen angel; her eyes were closed as her delicate face showed signs of bruising on her ivory skin, blood trickling from slightly parted torn, purple lips. Her hardly moving chest was covered in angry red marks; some were bleeding, the blood trickling down her body with the rain. He could see on her slim hips bruises appearing as if someone had grabbed her and never let go, making it so she couldn't escape. Her top was torn in two; her skirt had hitched up revealing her long, slender legs. He could see a lot of blood from between her thighs. Claire couldn't believe it as he stared at her thighs; he tried to deny the truth of what happened to the girl he loved more than anything else in the world. He tore his eyes from the girl to the man when he speaks to him.

'Ya wanna have a go? She's a good one but I wore her out, ya might have to wait awhile' chuckling at Claire who was unable to contain his rage, his anguish as he threw his head back and let out a furious roar. His vision turned red and his fury was so acute he lunged at the man; he wanted to rip his throat out, flay his skin from his body, and cut his balls off. The two men went at it, blow after blow till the rapist ran away, Claire following closely behind leaving the forest.

Kelly opens her eyes and sits up, hair covering her dark blue eyes that glowed eerily in the shadows of the forest. She turns her head slowly to the knife beside her, and reaches out, grabbing the handle, staring intensely at the blade as she ignores the pain that wrecks her body, from where she was manhandled, her abused throat that was red raw, the wrenching agony from her intimate parts. She feels a strange, unfamiliar lust to kill as sickening images chase each other around her mind in a nauseating, relentless loop; she shakes her head against the feeling of wanting to retch. She was tainted, dirty and defiled. She had to rid herself of his touch. To do that, she had to kill that man. Gripping the knife tightly in her hand she gets up shaky, cobalt eyes smouldering with a dim flame as her former, personality was shattered and lost in the overwhelming darkness that had taken her thoughts, and her body.

Claire had chased the black haired man to the top of the cliff, and they both stood facing each other, lighting crackling between them as the rain cut at their faces due to the harsh cliff air.

'Come on, let me go. I ain't got no reason ta kill ya. Just be glad I don't go murdering my girls'

At the word 'my' another rush of anger flows through Claire,

'Claire Stainfield' he stares hard at the man before him, who grins nodding his respect at him,

'Jacob Blackwood' he knows this was no petty fight; this was a duel where there will be a winner and one dead man. Claire surges forward, meeting Jacob head on, cranking his arm back and preparing to punch the man who steps back to avoid the fist, but Claire comes through with a left handed uppercut but Jacob is no stranger to a thug fight, he's fast enough to pull his body back in the short amount of time before the impact. Claire feels a powerful jab to his left side as Jacob uses the momentum of his upward punch to take advantage of Claire's unprotected soft belly, Clare feels his entire torso flex, deflecting most of the damage off his tensed muscles. Jacob swings his arm outward in an arc aiming for Claire's head to knock him out but Claire avoids it by leaning backwards using the advantage of his trained, flexible, acrobatic body, his pose reminiscent of playing limbo. Jacob is impressed, he knew the kid had never fought in his life but he was doing well but just as Claire was coming out of his backward bend, Jacobs takes the opportunity and turns around, and forces an elbow into Claire's lip, splitting the skin viciously and knocking him to the ground. The taste of blood spurs Claire on, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth making him feel reckless and strangely powerful. With too much anger and adrenaline pumping through him to feel pain, he drops low and grabs Jacob around the waist, trying to bowl him over backwards, but Jacob throws himself forward counteracting, and his immense mass causes him to land heavily on Claire.

The hard, wet grassy ground slams against the back of Claire's head, as Jacob takes advantage of his elevated position to straddle over Claire's chest, knees locked expertly on his arms keeping them down as his hands fasten on Claire's throat cutting his air abruptly, through the rain he looks up at the handsome features above that were twisted into a snarl,

'I was gonna let that dollface go, but after all this dontcha think I deserve to have my way with her again?' he grinned, and then he considered the glaring Claire who was struggling to breathe.

'I know what will make it more fun, I'll twist this neck of yours, then bring her up here and fuck her till she loses her mind as she stares at your dead body, ya guys are close right?' leering down at him, becoming hard at the thought of entering that delicious flesh of milky white skin that tasted so sweet.

A guttural rage filled bellow exits Claire's mouth, he was useless and weak, this man had won and he had lost. He couldn't even kill the man who had hurt his Kelly, stolen something important from her and now he was going hurt her even more. He wished that his world would stab a blade into the man's throat, making him disappear from it. Out of nowhere blood splattered horrifically along his face, a strong copper smell hitting his nose and the hands around his neck loosed and he sucked in oxygen, the cool air burning its way down his abused throat, when he became conscious of a third person.

He slowly turned his head to the left, and found his heart racing at the sight of Kelly; her eyes were scorching black, tendrils of hair sticking to her face, her lips were pulled back, revealing her sharp canines, her white teeth were clenched together in a wide grin. She digs the knife in her hand deeper into the man's neck and with another spray of blood the tip pokes through. A satisfaction of vengeance rushes through her body, numbing all her pain, anguish, anger and fear as the length of the blade tore through his skin, his tissues, cutting through veins and arteries, crunching though bone, and ripping through skin once more, freeing the red tip of the knife into the rain.

The man slowly turns his eyes to her, open wide in shock as both teenagers witness the incredibly intimate crystallization of his life fading from his eyes. Time seems to have slow down, as it became deadly silent and all three of them were caught in their own bubble, all Claire and Kelly could hear was the quiet sigh of the man's evil soul escaping, whisking away from his broken body. They both found themselves relishing the quiet hums of the man's circuits shutting down, one by one, savouring the fact the man was dying before them, his rank physique seems so small and fragile. Claire got up, pushing the man off him, who stumbles towards the cliff edge, spluttering blood and attempting to get away. Claire grabs Kelly's sticky, bloody hand, interlocking his fingers with hers as they both watch the man whose demise was imminent. They both approach the man as he stared down into the abyss before him, blood gushing from his neck and he turns round, hoping to push past the two teenagers but his dim green eyes lock on to Claire's unyielding, unforgiving eyes and that was the last thing Jacob saw as he disappears over the edge of the cliff, plummeting to the rocks below.

Both Kelly and Claire stood silently on the cliff top, watching the grey clouds that flooded the sky, and the crashing, violent sea, the cold wind was harsh but somehow caressing them softly, comforting them. Kelly bites her lip as tears start to overflow from her eyes, Claire waits wordlessly, allowing her to let her suffering out as Kelly sinks her nails into his hand, then throwing her head back she gives a loud, shrill war cry, blood misting into the air with the force of her voice as she bawls loudly, a water flow of tears streaming down her face. Claire closes his eyes tightly, preventing his own tears from falling and he envelopes Kelly in a hug, letting her sob and hiccup into his shoulder, stroking her hair, ignoring the scent of blood and sweat. They sat on the wet grass, the rain continuing to fall down on them, embracing the other's warmth when Kelly whispers into his shoulder,

'I-I-I have to get strong Claire….I-I'm weak..I-I..don't want this to happen again' she said between sniffles, gripping his back tightly.

Claire gripped back, ignoring how close she was to him and wearing so little clothes.

'I'm weak too….so, we'll keep getting stronger till nothing can kill us!'

Kelly gets up, wiping her still streaming eyes and with the last of her voice yells into the sky,

'I PROMISE I'LL GET STRONGER TILL NOTHING CAN KILL ME!' her face scowling at the sky, grateful that Claire was by her side, she could- no she would get over this.

Claire chuckles, glad that she hadn't changed but he noticed she hadn't smiled yet but that was understandable. He too stood up and yelled his promise into the wind; he then turned just in time to see Kelly fall backwards, her back splashing wet mud everywhere as the last of her adrenaline disappears and her body finally shuts down. Claire panics worried that Kelly will never wake up, he kneels down beside her, begging her to wake up, his tears now mixing with the rain.

'She's gonna be alright' Claire looks up and sees a sodden Numa with a drenched, unlit cigarette in his mouth. He swings his blazer off, as he approaches the two teenagers and covers Kelly in it before carrying her in his arms, walking back to the circus as quickly as possible. Claire closely follows behind, knowing that Numa will know what to do and will look after Kelly. However he is wrong as Numa was in a critical state of mind, thoughts flying like how it was his fault that this happened to Kelly as he sent her out in the forests alone, and that he was so slow to find the two teenagers he had allowed them to kill a man. He bit his lower lip so hard it started bleeding, the rain still falling.

Once they reach the circus Numa tells Claire to get Scarlet, and he enters the doctor's trailer who was out of town. He places the sleeping Kelly on the bed, his black jacket hiding her body; he wants to see the damage that was done to his daughter. Yes, she was his daughter. He removes the coat, and he's immediately mortified at the state of her body, reigniting his anger and guilt. He turns, and finds a scalpel and prepares to slit his throat when,

'NUMA! Calm Down!' Claire pulls the scalpel away from Numa as a crying Scarlet covers Kelly's nude body. Without Scarlet's premonition of Kelly's fate they wouldn't have been searching for the girl but the gypsy had hoped that they would have found Kelly before….before….she was raped. Scarlet turns to Numa who has collapsed to floor, dejected and frail.

'I-its my fault!..I sent her out there! She's my own daughter!' he says through clenched teeth, tears streaming down his face.

'Then as her father she'll need you the most when she wakes up!' Claire forces Numa to looks at his eyes, angry that the ever composed, cool cook was being so weak.

Numa blinks and he blinks again. What was he doing? He had to be strong and be there for Kelly, she would definitely need that if she was ever going to recover from this traumatic experience.

'Were ya serious about wanting to be strong?' Numa asks quietly, lighting a cigarette, as Scarlet cleans the blood away from Kelly's body.

Claire looks Numa straight in the eye, 'Yes, and she was too'

Numa looks at the girl, her skin so deathly pale she looked like a corpse, his heart aches at the thought of her dying. He inhales on the cigarette deeply before letting the smoke drift from his mouth and nose.

'I can teach ya'

Claire blinks, confused.

'Say..what?'

'I'm saying I can turn both of ya into lethal assassins, capable of fighting in all situations, only on the condition that ya protect Kelly with ya life'

Claire understood, and nodded. So, the rumours about him being a mafia assassin were true.
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