March Like A Soldier [NaLu] {Fairy Tail AU} (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2 - When She Turned To Stone

Move Like A Soldier
Chapter Two - When She Turned To Stone

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[ W A R N I N G : The following chapter insinuates sexual abuse and rape. ]

|Third Person View|

"Hey, Ashley."

The blonde didn't turn around, forgetting that people were supposed to call her that now. She continued to stuff different little things into her numbered locker. Number 108.

Lucy's hair was now a roughly-cut bob, courtesy of the "no long hair" rule there. They said long hair would be distracting. She wore a pair of camouflage jeans, plus a white tank top under an army-green jacket.

"Ashley."

This time, she responded to her new name, turning around to meet the dark blue eyes of one of her fellow soldiers. It was a tall man in a camouflage uniform with brown hair that was shaved into a buz-cut, along with at least five inches of height and nine years of age above the blonde.

He and Lucy had spoken once or twice for business, but had never really been more than just acquaintances. He had closed the door behind him, a movement that went unnoticed by her.

"Hey, Michael," She gave him a small nod in recognition, too tired to muster up a fake half-smile.

"Rough day, I'm guessing?" He chuckled, noticing her tired state. She was covered in dirt from head to toe, staining her face and camouflage uniform.

Honestly, she was exhausted. When she didn't have trouble sleeping, she was kept awake by her commanding officer working her to death. Three years she had been in the army and although things had gotten easier, she missed the little things. Talking about normal things like whether Hidori F. liked Lucy, or Ashley. Braiding Michelle's hair. Making tea for her mother.

She shook her head, "No. I grew up on a farm, so bathing in mud actually sounds pretty relaxing to me." She shrugged her shoulders for emphasis.

He watched her breasts slightly bounce at the simple movement, licking his lips. He met her eyes again, smiling. "You know, you're kinda funny."

She raised both eyebrows in surprise, then giving him a dry look. "Nope. I'm dead-serious."

"Oh." Was his oh-so-smart response, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

Knowing that the conversation was about to end, she closed her locker. "Nice talking to you, I guess."

She began to walk towards the entrance/exit, but was stopped when she noticed that the door was locked. This door locked from the outside, which means it's most possible that some asshole was playing a prank on them.

She twisted it violently, wanting the door to open immediately, but it wouldn't budge. She turned back to Michael, opening her mouth to ask for help, but was surprised when she saw him only a mere two inches away from her with a creepy smile that stretched all the way to his ears (not literally though).

She gulped, warning bells going off in her head. She pressed herself to the door in an attempt to put more space between them. "Um, you're too close."

She tried to push him back a bit, but like the doorknob, he wouldn't budge.

"Really? Because honestly, I think I'm not close enough." He managed to slither his arms around her waist, pressing her body against his.

She grew scared, trying to wriggle her way out of his grasp, but he had a tight hold on her. So tight it was starting to hurt her.

"M-Michael, please let me gー" He pushed her head forward, causing her soft and delicate lips to connect with his cracked and dry ones. He forced his mouth on hers, while she tried to pull her head back as far away from his as possible.

She shoved and clawed at him, desperately trying to stop her attacker. She bit his lip hard, holding on even when he tried to pull away with a screech. When she finally released him, she kicked him in the shins and spat his own blood back in his face.

She was shocked and horrified when he grabbed her by the shoulders and held her over his head, throwing body across the room like she weighed nothing. She slammed against the lockers and fell to the floor, coughing and wheezing from the pain in her sides. All her ribs were snapping, her lungs were filling with blood, her heart had burst.

Was this a panic attack?

He marched up to her and yanked her arms above her head. She wheezed, and coughed up blood that splattered across his white shirt. "S-stop."

He didn't.

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Lucy blocked Biste's punch, grabbing it to hold him down while she brought her knee up, hitting him in the stomach, which Lucy could see visibly knocked the air out of him. Not wasting any time, she ducked and slid her feet underneath his to trip him, immediately jumping on his back and putting him into a headlock.

He got out of it, flipping them over so that he was on top. He tried to land a hit on her jaw, which she had easily blocked. Swiftly, she used her leg to wrap it around his, quickly pulling him under her, where she continued to land hit after hit.

When the whistle went off, she abruptly stopped and got off him, inspecting his injuries. He most likely had a fractured nose, seeing as how blood was pouring out of it without stop. He was clutching his jaw, which might means she dislocated it. He had bruises and scrapes all over his face and arms.

"Heartfilia!" An old, tall man with a mustache shouted to catch her attention. She only had a small cut on her nose, her face covered in dry mud. "How'd you do that?!"

She bowed, standing up straightaway afterwards. She saluted him. "I don't know! I just did!"

"Heartfilia, you're as hard as stone!" He said proudly, knowing that he was the one that had been training her for the past six months.

"Thank you, General!"

Hard as stone.

His words echoed in her head, forever imprinted into her brain.

She glanced down at the man she'd just beaten. He wasn't the one who did this to this to her, but she could still remember the way it felt. The terror, the pain. She would never feel that way again. Not ever.