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Toppling The Hero 11a/??

(Anonymous) 2011-08-10 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Oh look, a quick update! I got my mojo back, mwahaha.


“How long has it been?” Alfred heard Arthur say from somewhere across the room. Alfred was leaning against a wall, eyes drooped shut in exhaustion. His whole body throbbed in pain, though he was fairly sure they had not been abused in at least a day. Maybe. He once again unconsciously reached down to run his hand along the scars that covered his stomach, trailing his fingers over the raised letters. He would never tell anyone, but the names they had cut into him a couple days or so ago did comfort him for some odd reason. He had a feeling he would be touching them a lot once he was alone. It was almost a shame they would likely heal.

“I don't know. Ten days?” Matthew said from somewhere else. Alfred mused about how strange it was that they were huddled in their own corners, no longer bunched together for comfort. But they had pretty much remained where they had been dropped after the last bout of torture. Arthur, closest to the pantry, had rolled everyone water bottles, pouches of tuna, and crackers. They had eaten mainly because they knew they would be severely punished if attempted starvation was suspected, rather than a desire to eat.

“Just four more days...”

“For us.”

Alfred smiled grimly. Just a few more days (if Matthew was right) for them. He couldn't wait. It was nice to have someone else around for comfort and love, but this would be easier to endure without having to witness their torture, and especially without having to participate in it. He had a feeling it would get easier as time passed, too. He would either get used to it, or go mad, or die.

He idly wondered what their last day together would be like. Would they be too worn out, emotionally and physically, to even notice? He hoped so. It would be better for them if they just... woke up one day to find themselves outside. On the other hand, then they might spend the rest of their lives mourning the fact that they didn't enjoy their final moments together as much as possible, or at least say goodbye.

Lost in his morbid musing, Alfred didn't even notice someone stroll into the room until Reese was standing over him, that obnoxious smile causing those deceptively cute dimples.

He turned, striding over to Arthur first. Alfred looked away, hiding his eyes, and for once he wasn't reprimanded. He couldn't watch anymore. He just couldn't. He covered his ears and waited for whatever was happening to be done with. He could hear noises – noises he did not want to listen closer to recognize – and cries of pain. He wasn't sure if it was a beating or sex or something worse. He curled up tighter, humming a lullaby to himself to drown out the rest of the world. Time slowed to a crawl. It felt like hours passed.

Had Reese moved on to Matthew yet? He wasn't interested in playing games or forcing them to watch and participate as usual. He just wanted to hurt them. Maybe somebody had pissed him off, and he was taking it out on them. Maybe he had just watched porn, and was just interested in fucking them for his own pleasure.

Alfred finally cracked an eye open, curiosity getting the better of him. Reese was sprawled on the floor, gun in hand, making out with Arthur while Matthew sucked on his cock. Both of them had fresh welts and bruises decorating their skin. Alfred's vision went red as fury boiled up in him. He quickly hid his face before he did something stupid again. He hummed a little louder, though now that he knew what was going on, his imagination supplied the sounds for him.

I'm the worst hero ever, Alfred thought numbly. I can't even protect them. What was I thinking? A crime fighter, what a stupid idea. Life isn't a comic book.

Alfred curled his arms tighter around his head, hiding his eyes and ears as he mentally berated himself. He didn't budge for what felt like hours, until a gentle hand caressed his hair. He leaned into the touch with a sigh, unconsciously nuzzling the comforting hand as he slowly lowered his arms. The eyes that met his were neither blue nor green.

Toppling The Hero 11b/??

(Anonymous) 2011-08-10 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
“Poor thing,” Reese murmured. “It's over, though. They really are quite marvelous, those two.” He smiled. Alfred couldn't help but notice the gun was nowhere to be seen, but he just didn't have the energy to try anything. Reese leaned in to place a tender kiss on Alfred's lips. Alfred jerked back so abruptly he smacked the back of his head into the wall.

Reese laughed, straightening up and returning to Arthur. “So, I thought of something unfair. Do you remember back on the first day, when I locked Alfred in the room with my pets?”

Arthur shuddered. “Yes...”

Alfred swallowed thickly as he watched. You can't mean...

“That was rude of me. I'm sure the two of you would like to play with my pets as well.” Instead of the usual vial, he pulled a bottle out and uncapped it, the air filling with the familiar scent of pheromones. Reese calmly screwed on a different lid, one with a small hole in the top like a shampoo bottle. “A little bit for each of you, hm?” So that explained the bottle, he was bringing enough for everyone now...

Arthur just looked away, exchanging a resigned look with Matthew as the large door slid open, revealing the hulking shapes in the dark room.

Alfred's mind flashed back to the agony and terror of being repeatedly raped for so long, in the dark, nearly torn apart limb from limb. No... Not them. Not that. His breathing grew ragged, pulse thundering in his ears.

Something in his mind snapped again, like it had when Arthur was being gun raped. Not them, never, the dark, so dark, alone, scared, hurts, it hurts...

Alfred wasn't even aware of moving until he was on Reese, screaming incoherently. And for once, Reese was taken by surprise. Alfred swung his fist, adrenaline and fury giving him a strength he had been missing for days. He bared his teeth in a feral grin at the satisfying crunch of bone under his fist, at the blood that flowed from Reese's nose. He brought his knee up, driving it into the rapist's groin. As Reese doubled over in pain, Alfred snagged the bottle away.

It was just too much. Each torture he had watched inflicted on his loved ones had built up inside him, until he felt ready to explode. And he finally had.

Alfred ripped off the lid – the lid with the hole in it, to drizzle out only a small, careful amount, Reese had always made certain to never use to much – and upended the bottle over Reese's head. The entire contents splashed down on him, drenching him in pheromones. Alfred didn't even care that some of it splashed onto him.

But the others did. Arthur and Matthew grabbed Alfred and dragged him back, shocked into silence.

Reese looked up, locking eyes with Alfred as the creatures – making shrieking noises none of them had heard before – bore down on him. “Please...”

The trio just watched as Reese was snagged by multiple tentacles, his clothing torn from him. One plunged into him, and as he screamed another dove into his mouth. More tentacles went for him, forcing their way into his horrendously stretched, bleeding hole, until at least four full-sized tentacles were inside, tearing it violently open, and more were struggling for entry. He shrieked around the one in his throat. One tentacle, despite definitely not being one of the small tendrils, was trying to force itself into his cock. There was a horrible crunch as the organ was crushed between the tentacle and his body. A couple more went for his eyes.

Toppling The Hero 11c/??

(Anonymous) 2011-08-10 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Alfred finally looked away, stomach lurching. The muffled shrieking went on for some time. The noises were dreadful, and growing louder. The crack of bones, the ripping of flesh. The screams abruptly cut off.

“Come on...” Face gone completely white, Matthew tugged at Alfred's hand. “Please. You've got some on you... What if they lose interest when the prey's dead?”

Arthur nodded, just as pale and shaky. “It's over. You crazy son of a bitch...”

Together, the trio stumbled through the door Reese had entered from. The guards he had often threatened them with, whom they had only seen on occasion, were nowhere to be found as they hurried down the hallway. Probably fled at the sound of many enraged, lusting monsters.

Matthew tumbled to the ground with a pained cry. Arthur paused only long enough to yank him to his feet, mumbling something about how they had to just push forward, they could rest when they were away from this place. They didn't even know where the hell they were going, but some door had to lead the way outside. They just had to find it.

It still hadn't fully sunk in for Alfred that they were escaping. That Reese was dead. That any other humans in this place seemed to have abandoned ship. They really were getting out, all three of them, damaged but alive.

Reese was dead...

Once it finally started to register that they were free, a large shadow fell over them, and something slimy wrapped around Alfred's ankle. It jerked back, sending him toppling to the floor with a grunt, and dragged him backward. Alfred twisted his head around to see it, fueled by adrenaline and not particularly worried about one of the monsters. If one of those goddamned things was all that stood between them and freedom, they shouldn't have any problem-

His jaw dropped, eyes widening. He swallowed, panic rising as he stared up at the thing. “What...”

“What the fuck is that...?” Matthew gasped, voice trembling.

“I... I think...” Arthur grabbed Alfred's hands, trying to tug him free. “Ah... many species have a queen.” His terrified eyes met Alfred's as more tentacles wrapped around Alfred's legs. “This one seems to have a king...”

It was the second time in the entire ordeal (the first, of course, being locked in the monsters' room) that Alfred had felt truly afraid for himself. “Help me.”

Re: Toppling The Hero 11c/??

(Anonymous) 2011-08-10 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
When Reese was getting raped to death, I did a happy dance. Does that make me a bad person?

Oh, well. Serves that asshole right.

I hope that Alfred can escape.

Re: Toppling The Hero 11c/??

(Anonymous) 2011-08-10 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I hope he doesn't escape *guilty*

OP!

(Anonymous) 2011-08-10 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
D: Poor Alfred, Arthur and Matthew! My heart hurt when Reese was beating them and Alfred couldn't even watch, and how resigned they all seemed to their fate. I was just thinking how bad I felt for all of them yet again when Alfred attacked Reese and poured the pheromones on him. Go Alfred! I think it's great that he's still able to fight back after all of that.

Thank god Reese is dead (though not gonna lie his death scene made me wince)! At least they all have a chance to escape now. Aw man, that cliffhanger, though! I hope they get out of there okay!

Re: Toppling The Hero 11c/??

(Anonymous) 2011-08-11 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
OH SHIT.


FUCK YEAH REESE GO TO HELL YOU PERVERTED FUCK.

Um. Sorry. That was necessary. I promise. Let me be more cordial - very nice update, and I'm glad that you got your mojo back. I also hope that Alfred can beat the snot out of whatever those things are. I hope that you can update soon, again!

Toppling The Hero 12a/12

(Anonymous) 2011-08-13 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
I can't help but wonder if there are any readers who were bummed about the villain being an OC. I bet they're happy now! XD I think they only way I could have made his death worse would be to set him on fire, too.

Anyhoo, this is the end! Thanks to all you lovely readers, I hope you've enjoyed.



The monster filled up the hallway with its enormous bulk, at least twice as big as the other creatures. Its tentacles were bigger as well, long and thick, dripping mucus.

And it was the only one they had seen that had an actual penis along with the tentacles. It protruded from the creature's body, looking just like an immense, purplish human cock. Big, too big, that could never fit inside a human!

Matthew tugged desperately at his brother, tears streaming from his eyes as Alfred was pulled away from him. “Please...” This couldn't be happening. Not when they were this close! Their captor was dead, they were free of their dungeon, they were so close...!

Reese must have activated this creature's door once he realized he was doomed. Somehow.

Fat tentacles wrapped around Matthew and jerked him away. He sobbed and struggled his exhausted body as they held him back. Nearby, the same was being done to Arthur. And Alfred was being dragged closer to the creature's body.

It would kill him. Something that size would rip Alfred apart from the inside. “No...” Matthew struggled closer.

Alfred was lifted over the creature's cock. He threw another pleading, terrified look at them. “Please... help me...” he begged again, breaking Matthew's heart.

“Alfred!” Arthur sobbed, struggling to escape from the tentacles that entangled him.

The tentacles gripping Alfred lowered him onto the enormous cock. His eyes snapped open wide and he screamed, a wail of pain unlike any they had made during their ordeal. Matthew and Arthur screamed with him as Alfred was forced lower, as blood dripped down the monster's cock.

Despite the appendages that ensnared him, Matthew was able to drag himself closer to his shrieking brother. He gave a cry of pain of his own when one of the thick tentacles rammed into him, but he refused to let that stop him. “Arthur! We have to...” He trailed off, unsure.

“Do something,” Arthur agreed, also struggling against the tentacles that held him, the one that penetrated him. Neither of them knew what.

Matthew finally approached the creature's body, reaching out to grab the cock as it was the only anchor within reach. He looked up, tears streaming down his face, at Alfred. His face was contorted in agony, body trembling. How did he get him off of there? He could try punching it, hoping it was as sensitive there as human males, but he worried about what would happen to his brother.

Unfortunately, the only idea that came to mind was to lever himself upright and break Alfred's neck, to at least end his suffering quickly.

“Arthur...” he choked. “We... we should...” The tentacles holding him jerked him backward, and he gripped harder to his anchor.

He blinked in surprise when the giant cock twitched in his grip. He stared at it for a second, an idea forming.

“We should what?” Arthur demanded, voice high and desperate.

Matthew released his death grip on the cock, and wrapped his hands around it. Trying desperately to ignore his brother's blood that dripped down and coated his hands, he started to slide them up and down.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” Arthur practically screamed. “We're supposed to be killing that thing, not pleasuring it!”

“I don't know what else to do!” Matthew yelled back. He continued to stroke it, aware of the grip on his limbs loosening. The tentacle inside him was thrusting with less force. “Maybe... maybe if I pleasure it, it will stop trying to use him! Maybe if I get it to come, it will let him go!”

Arthur gaped at him in shock, then dragged himself closer, until he could join Matthew and wrap his hands around the creature's cock. “If this doesn't work...”

“We can kill him ourselves,” Matthew whispered.

Toppling The Hero 12b/12

(Anonymous) 2011-08-13 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Arthur squeezed his eyes shut. “I suppose we can.”

The stroked together, the warm flesh beneath their hands, sticky with blood, twitched and trembled. The deep purple color darkened to black. The tentacles fell away from them.

But it did not relinquish Alfred.

“Harder...” Arthur said. “Faster.”

Matthew nodded, sliding his hands rapidly over the pulsating flesh. He lifted his eyes, looking up at his brother. “Al... this might hurt.” Arthur snorted, but Alfred nodded.

The creature orgasmed, thrusting its twitching cock upward. Alfred wailed in mindless agony, but slowly, the cock inside him softened. Thick liquid – red from Alfred's blood – poured out of him. It pulled free of his body as it went limp, and soon he was released, tumbling to the ground.

They didn't waste any time. They grabbed Alfred and forced him to his feet. He cried out, stumbling, but they held him up, slinging his arms over their shoulders.

“Just a little further, love,” Arthur said. They made their way slowly toward the closest door, the constant threat of the monster behind them looming, but it did not follow.

Once they safely had a door between them and the monster, their only challenge left was figuring out just how the hell to get out of that place.

Matthew felt overwhelming desperation with every door they tried that led to another room, or another hallway. Part of him started to wonder if they really would escape. They were all stumbling along, only staying upright with the help of the other two, and it was something of a miracle they did not all go crashing to the floor, unable to stand back up. Soon they were pretty much dragging Alfred along with them, and the blood that dripped from him acted as a trail should they ever get lost.

Matthew gasped in surprise when he pushed a door open and was met by sunlight. He squinted, holding his free hand up to shield his eyes. They had really done it...?

“Don't stop just yet,” Arthur said hoarsely. “God, keep going...”

They pressed onward, leaving their prison behind, stumbling out into the cheerful sunlight. The door swung shut behind them, leaving the monsters trapped within to whatever their fate was.

They made it maybe a block from the building before collapsing. Matthew remained where he had fallen on the grass, tears streaming from his eyes. The horrid aches and pains he had ignored in the burst of adrenaline he had desperately rescued his brother with returned full force. Faced with freedom, with returning to his normal life, he tried not to think about everything he had so cruelly lost.

They had all escaped. That was all that mattered.

Not far away, Alfred was curled up in a sobbing, shaking ball, blood spreading on the grass beneath him. Arthur was kneeling, staring up at the sky with a wondrous look.

Nothing else mattered. They were free. Every shred of innocence had been stripped away, leaving festering wounds on their souls behind instead, but they had escaped. None of them had to be left behind.

Matthew laughed in delight. They were free. His body was aflame with agony, but he would heal. Alfred was curling up tighter on the red stained grass, crying and choking, but he would heal, too. Same with Arthur, who was still staring at the passing clouds.

Reese was dead, they were free, and they would heal in time.

Matthew laughed again, tears streaming down his grimy cheeks. He couldn't stop.

Re: Toppling The Hero 12b/12

(Anonymous) 2011-08-13 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
THANK GOD, A RELATIVELY HAPPY ENDING!

Seriously, I was thinking that they wouldn't be able to escape, but they did and I'm SOOOO HAPPY!

Poor boys...

Re: Toppling The Hero 12b/12

(Anonymous) 2011-08-13 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
That's such a great last paragraph. The ending fits so well with the tone of the rest of the story. Dark and bleak, but with a definite feeling of hope. I love the way you can bring out such a huge rush of emotion through just those few words. Really fantastic fill all around, with a spectacular ending!

OP!

(Anonymous) 2011-08-13 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh thank god, they all escaped. ;A; I can't say they escaped unscathed, but still, it's so great that they're out.

I loved that the ending was somewhat hopeful, even after everything they'd been through. Matthew's POV for the ending worked great. I still feel so bad for all of them, but for some reason I feel especially bad for Alfred. He probably feels incredibly guilty, blaming himself for all of this, not to mention everything he's been through... I feel like he'll be the one who needs the most therapy once they get back home. D:

And they all really need to get to a hospital. Especially Alfred, if he's still bleeding that much!

This was brilliantly written, from how awful the bad guy was, to the punishments, to the strength of the characters despite whet they've been through. Honestly I couldn't have asked for a better fill then this, so thank you. :)

Would it be too much to ask for an epilogue, or to at least see what Al, Matt, and Arthur will to do after this?

A!A

(Anonymous) 2011-08-13 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

Weeell... I was kinda going for leaving the ending, and how good or bad things go, all ambiguous and up to readers. That's one reason why I didn't extend the ending any further past their escape. ^^; I'd have to write like three choose-your-own-epilogues, and it wouldn't be quite the same. XD

Re: Toppling The Hero 12b/12

(Anonymous) 2011-08-22 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
THIS WAS AMAZING. I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT.
INFACT...It's 3 in the morning and I have class in 3 hours....I loved this so much I stay up all night reading it. IT WAS SO AWESOME.

And I'm so glad it's a happy ending! (even though a part of me wanted some eery cliffhanger where Reese manages to escape.)