Demon
< < It's dark. She's in bed.
But she's not alone.
He is with her.
At last.
It is dark, but she can see his soul through his gentle touches.
He is beautiful.
Awkward, but beautiful.
The lights come on. She covers up. Ricky shields her body with his, sacrificing his modesty to save hers.
There is a man in the doorway. Black suit. More behind him.
They have come for her.
They cannot have her.
She pushes Ricky aside. She can do this better than he. Ricky is just a man. She is Sapphire.
She feels the stones' warm caress on her skin. She's still on the bed when the first two reach for her.
But a single outstretched hand pushes them back. The wall shakes at their impact. They fall, limp.
Two more enter. She is standing now. Ricky is holding her tightly, his back to the door. A wave of her hand pushes the intruders back, clogging the doorway.
She looks up. Skylight. Ricky's arms are around her neck. She's never carried anyone before. He is heavy on her, but she concentrates and they are weightless.
The night sky is lit with searchlights. She cannot carry him long. They will be spotted soon anyway. They set down in a dark alley. No, behind her house. She leads him inside.
Her mom tells them to hide in the bedroom.
God, Ricky is so cute when he gives her that look.
So handsome. Strong. She feels safe with him.
She feels alive with him.
She wants to feel more.
She loves the way he touches her.
The way he enters her.
The way he moves inside her.
Unpolished. Determined. Naive. Enthusiastic.
Big.
She hears something.
Gunfire.
Her mom yells through the door. "Run away, I'll hold them off."
She wants to go help her mom, but Ricky pulls her toward the window.
She feels the sweet warmth of her sapphires. They are tired. They are horny.
But she needs them. She needs their help to escape.
She can't fly anymore. The sapphires are too far gone. She's too far gone. Why do They have to be chasing her?
Ricky tugs on her wrist. This Is Serious. We Have To Go.
The black-suited men are in her bedroom. Coming out her window.
Run.
She turns to see her mom backing out of the house. She's holding a big shotgun. When did they get a gun?
Her mom is shooting the black-suited men. But there are too many of them.
Mom, Let Me Help.
No. Her mom tells her she's too important. She can't risk getting captured. She's pushed away. She runs.
More gunfire. Big blasts, sharp snaps.
She hears a scream.
Mom!
Angela looks back. Her mom is down. Shot. Bleeding.
And then Angela feels the men grab her. She fights back.
But then they Touch her. The sapphires betray her. She's weak. Helpless.
Orgasmic.
She wakes up. She's in a white room, hooked up to wires, strapped down to a table, still wearing her sapphires.
But she can't break free.
Men bring in Ricky, also wired. They point him toward her. They rip off his paper pants.
He is naked. And erect.
They tell her to have sex. Have sex with Ricky so that the scientists can study you.
Have sex so they can collect her energy.
Ricky is on top of her now. They have to escape. But it feels so good.
But this is wrong.
But it feels so good.
There's a big TV monitor. They're showing her what they're doing, what they're going to do, with her power.
Buildings collapsing, exploding. People running. Tanks shooting glowing blue shells driving through rubble. Black-suited soldiers. The Black Widow hovering in mid-air over them, smiling wickedly as she blasts away at fleeing civilians.
She feels weak. She feels her power waning. They have to escape.
But it feels so good.
But the power is out of control. The scientists try to stop them but they can't get close. The room is getting brighter. It's her. It's them. It's the sapphires.
Ricky looks scared. But he can't stop. They can't stop. It's beyond feeling good now, it's a need. The sapphires make them do it.
She climaxes to a bright white light, a silent explosion . . .
"No! No! Stop! Don't! No! God, no!"
Angela kicked and squirmed and hit, pushing Ricky off her. Eventually the confused young man retreated, but only after taking several blows.
"Angela! Angela! What's wrong? Angela, it's me! It's Ricky! Shhh! --Ow! Angela!"
But she wouldn't, couldn't stop screaming.
Curled up, a tight naked ball in the corner of the bed.
Eyes opened. Ricky stood in front of her. He looked concerned.
And afraid.
Were they still here?
Were they watching?
No one else was here. It looked like Ricky's room.
Maybe it was Ricky's room.
It had been Ricky's room a few minutes ago.
Then they started, and... something shifted. They were in that bad place.
Now they were back.
It was just a nightmare. While she was awake?
Why couldn't she calm down?
Her breathing was rapid. Shallow. Gasping. Little whining sounds with each exhale. She couldn't catch her breath.
She was sweaty. Sticky. Her whole body tightened up in knots. Like when she... finished. But painful. Not pleasant. Nothing good about this feeling.
They'd killed her mom. Again.
They wanted her sapphires. They wanted her power. They wanted her.
Just a nightmare? Or a vision of things to come?
It was so real. So terrible.
She felt him touch her.
"No!" She screamed again. Didn't he know? If they Did It, those Men would come. She had to be alert. She had to be ready.
But why? She couldn't stop them. Not all of them. They'd hurt people.
Like Ginger had hurt people. Only this time it would be official. Sanctioned.
Unstoppable.
Her mom was already gone. Angela's fault. *Angela's* *fault*. Now it was too late. She couldn't stop it. They'd come. They'd take her. There was nothing she could do. Even if she didn't use the sapphires anymore. Even if she didn't *have* them anymore. They'd find them. Her curse. She couldn't get rid of it.
She screamed again. Why didn't they come? Why did they wait? The torture! She couldn't take it. Where were they? Why weren't they here? What were they waiting for? How could she find them? Get it over with?
But there was no Over. It would never be Over. No rest for the wicked, her mom used to say. Her Mom! Gone. Killed. Angela's fault.
She couldn't breathe. Her chest hurt. Burning. Tight. Gasping. Was it them? Drugs. They were coming. They were here.
Ricky stood before her. He was on the phone.
Calling them.
She screamed. Kicked. Threw herself at him.
Don't Call Them.
Call Them. Come and get her. Hurry.
Stay away. Leave her alone. She doesn't want to do this.
Help her. Make her stop screaming. Help. Hurry.
She got up. Ran. Stumbled.
Dizzy. Hurt. Burning. Can't breathe.
Have to get away. Get the sapphires. Throw them away. Put them on. Stay and fight. Run away. Defend Ricky. Against Them. Ricky is one of Them.
Arms around her waist. Holding her tight. Ricky. Picking her up. Falling. Holding her down.
Can't break free. Helpless. Without the sapphires. Never again without the sapphires. Never again Angela. Always Sapphire.
Angela is dead. Just like mom. Killed.
Kicking. Screaming.
She couldn't stop. She couldn't break free. Ricky pinned her, held her down, from behind, nothing to grab, arms locked back. It hurt.
Hurts!
"Angela, stop it! Angela, listen to me. Angela. Angela. Shhh. Help is coming. Dad's coming. Shhh. It'll be okay. It's just a bad dream. Just a dream. Shhh."
"Angela. Please. Don't do this. You're scaring me."
Legs wrapped by his. Arms behind her back. His weight on top of her. His arm wrapped around her.
She fell still. It was over. Ricky was bigger and stronger. He knew how to hold her. Something Noel had taught him. Something They taught him.
No. There was no They. No Them. Not yet. But there would be. There was no point hiding. They'd found her before. Found her mom. Killed her mom. They'd come. They'd kill again to get what they wanted.
They'd make her kill.
She struggled again, weaker, hopelessness battling desperation.
"Angela, please... stop... it's me. It's just me. Please..."
Ricky was crying.
She stopped struggling. As her breathing shallowed further, she began to sob.
What's wrong with me?