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Backstabber	By : Radiantwaterfalls Category: +S through Z > Super Smash Brothers Views: 2681 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don not own SSB, nor do I profit from it. Nintendo does.

Chapter List
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Warning!
Rape and Abuse in this chapter!
And Cussing!
Proceed with Caution!

Backstabber
Chapter Five
Marth entered the school with a slight limp in his steps. No one seemed to notice or if they did they didn't care. Marth managed to get to his locker before he was ambushed. Captain F. (that's what he goes by) slammed the poor boy against the closer royal purple lockers.
"Well, slut, you look injured. Did you trip and fall again?" he teased.
"S-Stop… P-please…" Marth managed to say through his fear. Captain F. abused the term rape. He did far worse than that. He's a very skilled rapist who has no one on his tracks, and he manages to keep hisslaves quiet.
Marth trembled in fear. The bell rang indicating that people would now be exiting class (A/N: there is a class before first period the nerds go to.). Captain F. sneered and said "We'll continue later in the bathroom. At lunch. Be there or I'll personally murder you."
Marth was released as the students started to fill the halls. Captain Falcon and his crew were no where to be seen. The poor boy trembled with the fear and the mixed emotions he was feeling. He gulped and turned back to his locker, opening it. Suddenly, Roy appeared at his side.
"Hey… you alright?" he asked, worry in his sweet voice. Marth shook his head no, saying "No. But I don't want to talk about…"
Roy didn't press because he saw how shaken up Marth was. "Well, if you need to talk you can come to my house after school. My mom will be home this time."
"T-This time?" Marth asked, wishing he had a mother would was alive. Roy nodded. "Yeah… she usually works every night."
"Oh…" Marth said with a gulp. He looked at Roy and nearly broke down. He had to look away. I need help… Maybe a counselor…? Marth thought as Roy said "Let's go. Class will be starting soon."
Marth nodded and followed the redhead to class.

It was lunch time. So, Marth got up all his courage and entered the boy's bathroom, the one no one ever went to. He was terrified. He had had Captain F. abuse him before. Last time he was hospitalized. Captain Falcon got away with it though. He pretended to save him.
The moment the bathroom door closed, he was grabbed and gagged. It tasted of dried blood… Marth gulped, which was hard to do with the bandana in his mouth. He was led further into the bathroom.
Marth was shoved to his knees, and his hands were bound. The boy heard a evil laugh, and he paled. Captain Falcon appeared in front him. He looked at him with wide eyes full of terror. Captain Falcon then spoke "Now, now, now… The school whore is tied up for me now."
Marth began to tremble with all the terrible fear he was feeling. Vivid images of what happened last time flashed through his memory. Captain Falcon laughed and got his knife out. He cut a slice down Marth's shirt. The blue shirt fell free. Marth gulped as the felt the tip of the blade trail down his chest, not hard enough to cut. At his belly button though, the rapist cut a quick slice across it, like every time, marking Marth as his.
Marth whimpered through the gag. Captain Falcon smirked and said "Remove the gag and bring the ropes."
Marth was freed of the gag, which immediately after it was taken off he gasped for air, and ropes were wrapped around his ankles, and a collar with a metal link chain was place around his neck. How he managed to smuggle these into school was a mystery to the poor boy being raped.
Captain Falcon smiled and said "Guard the door, Bowser."
The buff tan-ish guy nodded and walked over to it. Marth watched him then gasped in pain when he felt… something being shoved up his ass. He didn't even know his pants were off!
Marth felt tears fill and fall from his eyes in pain. Captain Falcon laughed. "I would've thought a pimp like you would be use to this now, would be stretched for all eternity."
Marth cried out in pain as his body began to shake violently. Captain F. made the poor boy lay on his bound hands, which was extremely uncomfortable. He pressed harshly against the younger. Marth was crying silently, tears streaming down his pale flawless face, the only thing the rapist won't scar.
Poor Marth was being violated yet again. He gulped and took it, too used to being told to shut up and being smacked. The younger senior cried out loudly in pure agony when something bigger was inserted into him. This time he knew what it was.
Captain Falcon laughed and wrote with the knife across Marth's forearm the words: CF's whore. Marth whimpered and moaned, in horrible pain and sick pleasure. That's what I get for being gay… Marth thought as he cried out when Falcon slammed all the way into him.
The rapist smirked, sweating, and said "You are pathetic! Your weak! Look at you! Being dominated by a guy! Your suppose to dominate girls! But no… you like a mouth full of cock and a prick up your ass!"
Captain F. knew that this was getting to Marth's head. He enjoyed messing up the boy. Marth whimpered and cried out in pain as he felt the blade of the knife cut into his thigh. There, Falcon carved the words:Slut for life.
Marth's tears seem to have no end for as the rapist violated him worse and worse his eyes filled with more and more tears. Falcon laughed at the affect he was having on this poor boy. Marth was a withering mess beneath him, both from pain and from sickening bliss. Marth bit his lip till it bled, trying to hold in his moans of horrifying want, lust, and desire.
Feeling his gut tightening, Marth gasped as the pounding got fiercer and fiercer. His hard-on was softening from the out-standing pain. The inflicted pain was turning him on, but the too-much-to-bear-pain was turning him off. So, he was partially hard and partially not.
Marth whimpered as he felt the need to give himself release, but he wasn't near hard enough to be driven over the edge. Captain Falcon's breathing picked up to match Marth's, though Marth's was shallow and laboring.
Soon, Marth heard a gasp. Then, Captain Falcon came hard inside Marth. He pulled out, and the poor raped senior gasped in pain. His insides were torn to shreds, and his blood had been used as lube.
Left heaving and barely breathing on the floor, Marth's eyes fluttered closed briefly as the crew of rapist left the poor boy.
A hour later, Marth awoke in pain. He groaned and sat up. Whimpering he manage to get his clothes on, which instantly turned red from the blood. He gulped and started to make his way to the nurse's office. He knew everyone else was in class.

Marth entered her office, and she sighed. "Again, Marth?"
He nodded, his lower lip trembling in effort to not cry. She offered a soft smile and said "Take a seat up here."
"T-Thanks I-Impa."
She smiled sadly and said "Take your clothes off first."
Marth nodded and managed to get his shirt off before Impa had to help get the pants off. He whimpered, but they finally came off. Then, he sat on the observation table gently. Impa looked him over and sighed. "Can you tell me who did it?" she asked as she cleaned the cuts that formed ugly words.
"No." he said miserably. "He'll find out and kill me."
Impa frowned softly and said "Well, alright, but you need to stand up for yourself."
Marth nodded, then gasped in pain as the Neosporin was sprayed on his wounds. Impa bandaged the one on his left forearm and started on the one on his right thigh.
"I've got some clothes you can wear home." Impa said as she bandaged the one on his thigh. He nodded. "And I suggest going to a friend's house for the night."
Marth nodded sadly. She was the only one who knew of his abuse at home. But they can't go to the police because his step-dad will find out.
Impa sighed and said "Your finished. Let me get you those clothes."
Marth nodded and waited. He got down tenderly and slipped on his bloodied underwear. She came back carrying jeans and a shirt. "I'm sorry… Marth, I only have jeans."
Marth looked at her and said "I can't wear those…"
Impa sighed. "I know, dear. Wait. I have an idea."
She left the room again, and when she came back she was carrying a different pair of jeans. "I still can't wear those."
Impa smiled and said "You can wear these. These are something I am currently working on. So, as you well know I have powers."
"Yeah…"
"Well, these are just an illusion. Here." Impa used magic to make them fit around him. He didn't feel anything on though. "But… I can't feel them."
"Exactly! Now, they can't hurt your injuries." she said. Marth smiled. "Thank you!"
"But be careful. They only will last till about the time you get home."
Marth smiled. "I will!"
"Good. Now, get to class!" she said with a smile. "Yes ma'am!" Marth laughed. He left with care.

Link and Dark began their walk home. As they walked Link sparked a conversation. "Where will we sleep now that our bedroom is gone?"
Dark thought for a moment. "I don't know…"
Link sighed and said "Well… we can figure it out when mom gets home." Their mom works till six. It's four right now.
There was silence for awhile till Dark spoke. "So… is that really why you were upset yesterday? Because your Red?"
One thing to remember. Link… is a horrible liar. He can't lie to save his life. Link hesitated, then said "No."
Dark looked at his brother curiously and said "Then why?"
Link gulped and looked at his feet, hesitating. "Because I…"
"Yes?" Dark pressed. Link sighed. "I um… don't think… I… I love Zelda anymore… I don't think I ever did…"
Dark was surprised. "Really? You don't love Zelda? Then why are you with her?"
Link shrugged. "I don't know… I… I just…"
As a cover… Link thought as he looked up into his twin's face. Dark smiled softly and said "Don't worry. It doesn't matter why. But… are you going to break up with her?"
Link paused for a second. Should he? I mean, he doesn't love her. Why should he stay with her? Link looked at his brother and nodded. "Let's make a detour… to Zel's place…" Link said quietly.
Dark nodded with a secret smile that Link didn't see. "Let's go!" Dark said, leading them across the street to the sidewalk that would lead to Zelda's.

Roy awaited for Marth outside of his last class, dance. Roy heard the bell ring, and girls came pouring out. Then, Marth came out last. Roy smiled and said "Hey, Marth."
Marth looked at Roy and smiled. "Hello. How are you?"
"Good." Roy smiled. Then his smile faded as he said "You alright? You weren't in gym or music earlier."
Marth looked away for a second, licking his lips, before he looked back at Roy and said "Yeah. I'm fine…"
Roy didn't press though he didn't believe him. "Well, what do you say? Can you come over?"
Marth's dull eyes brightened. "Yeah!"
Roy smiled. "Good. Then, let's go!"
The raped boy smiled and said "Alright, lead the way."
Roy led them outside and to his car. Marth followed with light feet. He figured out awhile ago that if he uses light steps walking doesn't hurt as much when he's raped, screwed.
Roy got into the front seat while Marth took shotgun. He started the car, and the radio blared loudly. Marth covered his ears. Roy turned it down hastily. "Sorry! Uh… I was jammin' out earlier."
Marth smiled and said "It's alright. I'm use to it." Then he frowned in memory.
Roy noticed this and asked "What's wrong?"
Marth blinked and looked at his close friend. "Nothing… Why?"
"No reason…"
Silence filled the car. Well, it almost did. The only thing keeping it from complete silence was the radio.
"I am in misery. There ain't no body who can comfort me. Why won't you answer me. The silence is slowly killing me."
Marth found his vision blurry. He could relate to the song, but in a different way than intended. The song's talking about love while as he's never had love. Ever.
Marth tried to blink back his tears, but he was failing. A few managed to escape. Roy noticed this, and since they were at a stop light he asked, looking at him, "Are you sure your alright?"
The boy shook his head no. "You wanna talk about it?" Roy asked carefully.
Marth shook his head and managed to calm himself. Soon, the light turned green, and they lapsed into a deafening silence again.

Roy led the unstable boy up the stairs to his room. He made him sit down on his bed. "Can you talk about it?" Roy asked gently.
Marth looked at him with tear-filled eyes and said "I… I… I can't…"
Roy sighed and nodded. "Well, I'm here for when you need to."
A dense silence filled the room. Neither boy spoke. Marth was too deep in despair to talk. Roy was trying to find the right words to say. Finally, Roy broke the silence by asking "Will you stay for dinner?"
Marth looked at him and nodded. "Y-Yes…"
Roy nodded and stood up. He turned his radio on. Some random song came on. Marth wiped his still damp eyes and tried to cheer up for Roy's sake. Roy smiled gently at him, not wanting him to break. Surprisingly, Marth returned the smile, though it was a little sad.
Roy couldn't help but feel happy that Marth smiled .He wasn't sure why, but Marth's smiles seemed to affect him. He felt warm inside when one was directed at him. Roy looked the boy in the eyes and said "What would you like to do?"
Marth thought for a moment then said "I don't know… but we have homework…" This caused the boy to frown.
Roy frowned as well. He doesn't want Marth to frown. He wants him smiling. "We can do it later. It's only 4:15."
Marth nodded and looked at Roy, hesitantly. "I… um…"
Roy was curious. He looked at the blunette and said "Yes?"
Marth gulped and hesitated. Then, after a moment he said almost inaudibly "Can I stay here for the night?"
Roy blinked, wondering if he heard him correctly. Of course he would gladly let him stay the night but… why? Why does he need to stay? "Sure. Of course! Yeah." Roy replied.
Marth smiled softly as he looked up at Roy. "Thanks."
Roy smiled back. "No problem."
Marth looked away still smiling. Roy couldn't contain his smile. He looked around his room, and he sighed softly. Then something hit him. Where will Marth sleep? He only has a full-sized bed. Would he mind sharing a bed?
"Hey, Marth?"
"Yes, Roy."
"Um… Do you mind sharing a full-sized bed tonight? We only have this one open, and it's mine."
Marth smiled. "Sure. I don't mind."
Roy returned the smile as his heart leaped uncharacteristically into his chest. "Okay."
Marth looked at his lap. His eyes widened as he found his 'jeans' were starting to fade. Crap! he thought, panicked.
Roy noticed Marth's sudden change in emotion. "Marth…?"
"Hm…?" Marth said, not really listening as his pants faded away. Roy gasped. "Dude! What happened to your pants?"
"Uh… they were made of magic?" Marth said softly.
"Really…? And dude… are you wearing… panties?" Roy asked, bewildered.
Marth blushed and looked away. "Uh… no… maybe… yes. They were the only ones the nurse had!"
Roy raised an eyebrow. Then, he noticed the turquoise panties had dried blood on them. His eyes widened. "Marth…? Why is there blood on them?"
Marth looked down at his undergarments, and his eyes widened. "I uh… because… I… um…" he didn't get to finished as Roy's eyes raked his body, lingering on the parts wrapped up in gauze.
"Is…" Roy hesitated. He got up and touched the gauze gently, causing Marth to wince in pain. "Is this why you weren't in gym or music today?"
Marth couldn't look at the redhead. He gulped and licked his dry lips. "Um…"
Oh gosh! It is! Roy thought as he looked at the gauze which was already bled through. "Let me rewrap them in clean gauze."
"No!" Marth exclaimed, pulling his thigh close to him, protecting it. "Y-You… y-you... can't!"
Roy looked up at him. "Why not? They've bled through!"
Marth started to cry as he said "Because! Because I said!"
Roy stood up and said "Why is that a reason? Why should I listen to you? You're in my house. I commanded it. Now, let me help."
Marth hesitated. He didn't want Roy to know he was impure and unclean. Unholy, dirty, taken… Marth bit his lip.
"Please…" Roy begged kneeling on the floor by Marth, whom is on the bed. Marth slowly and hesitantly extended his leg. Roy smiled to himself in relief. Roy tenderly took Marth by the leg and slowly unraveled the bandaging of his right thigh. Marth's breathing hitched when the words were visible.
Roy's eyes widened as his mind identified what it said. In bloody cuts the words 'Slut for life' was carved on the usually beautiful flawless skin. It was italic, save for the word for. Roy gulped, and Marth felt hot tears prick at his eyes in despair. Now, Roy would hate him!
"Who… Who did this…?" was Roy's reply. He sounded hurt as if he was the one who had it instead. Marth looked at him and shook his head, saying "I-I-I can't tell you…"
"Did you do it?" Roy looked sad. He looked as though he had had his heart broken.
"No…" Marth said softly with a gulp. Roy then began to wonder what was under the other wrapping. Before Marth could react, he unwrapped the boy's forearm. He gasped at it. It had the initials 'C.F.' carved in front of the word 'whore'.
"Why… Why… Why would someone do this?" Roy asked as he felt something in his heart. His heart felt like it was in pain, like it was breaking or shattering. Roy stood up and got the first aid kit out of his closet that his mother forces him to keep in there. He returned to the shaken and broken younger's side.
"What happened?" Roy asked softly and gently as he dabbed the cuts on his arm with a little moist towelette that had been soaked in Neosporin. Marth hissed quietly in pain. "Sorry…" Roy murmured.
Marth nodded softly, looking around Roy's room at anything but Roy, and said "I… I… Roy, I…" Marth sighed and looked at the redhead's hands which were working on his forearm. Taking a deep breath, he said quietly. "I was raped… In the boy's bathroom that no one uses…"
This made Roy's hands to pause momentarily. He was really surprised.
"You…" he looked at Marth. "In the bathroom… Today?"
Marth nodded. "Y-Yes… I-I was…"
Roy gulped and looked at the words on his forearm. CF… hm…
"Why can't you tell me who?" Roy asked softly and gently.
Marth gulped, trying to keep calm. He didn't want to cry. "Because… he said if… if I told anyone he would murder me…"
"What? He can't do that! I won't let him!" Roy exclaimed, suddenly feeling overly protective and angry. Marth offered a soft thankful smile. "Thank you, Roy…"
"For what?" the redhead asked, confused. Why was he thanking him? Marth laughed softly. "For offering me your house for the night and taking care of me."
Roy smiled softly back and said in a quiet voice. "No problem."
He was glad Marth was smiling. He found he quite liked that smile. Roy wanted Marth to be happy and free and… unbroken… But that could never happen. Marth will always be broken. But Roy can achieve the other two. He was determined to.
Roy finished redressing the wounds on Marth, and he stood up. He took a seat by Marth. Roy turned to the raped boy. He watched him with his ocean blue eyes. He found himself tracing and memorizing the curves and details of his face. Marth must have felt his gaze for he looked at Roy with his dazzling sapphire eyes. Marth smiled, and Roy's cheeks tinted a light pink.
He looked away, embarrassed that he had been caught. Roy gulped, feeling fluster. Why do I feel like this? Why is my heart racing and my stomach fluttering? And why can't I name this feeling?
Marth smiled at Roy. He watch his friend as he looked away. Marth wondered why he did. Hm… Marth thought. Then he frowned. Is it because I'm disgusting? Because I was raped?
Marth felt a weight be placed on his already heavy heart. He knew he could never be happy. Roy probably hated him now, though he would say otherwise.
The raped boy's eyes fell to the floor, sadden. He would never find love, and love would never find him. He was doomed to live the rest of his horrible life alone…
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