Beginner and the Sinner (Andy Biersack & Noah Sebastian)

Not Right Now

I've never been a fan of blood. I was not very good with it when it was my own. Like almost pass out bad. When Andy was shot it was my first experience with blood in a more serious situation. I handled it decently, I thought, for my first time. This though. This was its own category.

It was everywhere. My legs were coated. My arms spattered. I could feel it on my face, which meant more than likely it was in my hair as well. Probably on my lips and the thought of getting my dead rapists blood in my mouth grossed me out into another level.

When the scissors drove into Leo's jugular vein his mouth went wide, his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. He made a gurgling noise and grabbed at his throat. His member turned flaccid almost instantly.

I had pulled the scissors out. Fully prepared to plunge them in again but blood began to squirt all over me. Shock overtook me as I watched what looked like, could have been straight out of a horror movie. It was worse though, it was real.

Leo fell to his knees. The disturbing noises of him dying slower than what I wanted was all I could hear. I couldn't take my eyes off my rapist but the life was entirely gone from his. I'd ended it.

A crashing sound came from across the room, snapping to attention I prepared to fight off another attack. Gripping the handle of the scissors tightly. Whoever advanced on me would definitely do a double take and possibly reconsider their actions. Seeing a mostly naked chick, covered with their boss's blood, strapped to a table, while the boss's dead body lay on the floor should be enough to halt anyone in their tracks. It was like walking into a room in a Hostel movie.

"Lexus?" The voice was ethereal, like an angel calling me up to heaven. Looking to see the beautiful man who owned the spell casting voice, what happened fully hit me.

I lost the grip on the scissors and they clattered loudly as they hit the table. My eyes locked with his icy blues as my body began to quake. I was just raped. I was just knocked unconscious, strapped to a table and raped. Then I killed him. I killed a man. I killed my rapist.

"Jesus christ." Andy spoke more to himself as he rushed over to me.

"I...I..." Words wouldn't come out of my mouth. The convulsions of fear overwhelmed me. All I could do was stammer.

Andy didn't spare a glance at Leo once he was to me. His eyes scanned my blood splattered body quickly, lingering on my still trapped ankles. Meeting eyes, I saw the uncertainty in his. It wasn't normal. I didn't like it. He clearly wasn't sure how to go about interacting with me. To be honest I wasn't either.

"I'm going to undo these." He spoke slowly and moved the same. Gently he unbuckled both and I snapped my bare legs together and pulled them to my chest.

I wanted to curl up into a ball. Tears started running down my face. My body still shook violently. I couldn't control any part of myself. My brain kept replaying Leo thrusting into me and then the blood squirting when I pulled out the scissors. It was overpowering every part of me.

"Lexus I need to get you out of here." Andy's words broke through my panicked brain. I could see his worry. "I'm going to carry you, okay?" I managed a slight nod. "First I need you to put these on." He held up my jeans.

*~*~*~*

I don't remember Andy carrying me out. I don't remember the car ride back to base. As soon as Andy scooped me up, I got trapped in what felt like a time loop. Over and over again I got raped and killed the man. Each time I fought as hard as I possibly could. Each time it ended the same.

"Can you walk?" Andy's deep voice asked me. Blinking a few times, I returned to the present. Andy stood outside of the car I sat in. Leaning on the door, his glacial eyes looked worried again.