Prologue

News Flash

“It’s a shocking story, isn’t it, Error?” the other newsreader was saying, as he shifted his papers and began his report.

“I know what you mean-” She reaches for the T.V. remote, in a desperate attempt to block out the unholy reminders that are about to spew forth, but too late her hand grasps the control, and the newsreader continues. “Our lovely Princess raped! And by her best friend, too...”

She clutches a pillow in her bedroom, and brings it around her head, trying to shield herself from the noise, yet it seeps in, penetrates through the thick material-

The two of them were laughing, as he pinned her to the floor...the stench of alcohol, the alcohol that she had managed to sneak from the Guards, that she’d given to him, reeked on his breath. She tried to push him off, as she attempted to get off, only to find him unwilling to release her.

And then, he was pushing her against the wall, clawing at her clothes, drunken slurs of lust and lewdness mispronounced as he worked himself into a frenzied, aroused, state...

She tries to stop the memories, but she can’t. And the newsreader reads on.

“Well, yes, I know what you mean, it’s horrible, with what happened. I mean, he was her best friend, and what did he do? Rape the poor girl...” Error is continuing with his pitying ministrations, oblivious to the girl’s plight.

She tries to push him away, yet his overwhelming strength is unshakeable. Even drunk, he pins her to the wall, as he mutters again about how good he thinks she looks tonight. But, unlike the first time he said it that night, when he was sober, the words are chilling, a foreshadowing of the violation to come.

She tries to fight him off, to push him away, yet there is nothing she can do. Helpless she tries to grasp something to beat him, to halt the flow of events. The table lamp suddenly falls in her grasp; grabbing it, she smashes him on the head, and, stumbling forward, runs toward the door.

“No...please, stop...” the same words she was using that night escape her lips, as she tries to dam the cascading memories that flood her mind with pain, shame, and a hundred other emotions that terrorise her until she rolls in agony, holding her head as though it would explode from all the emotions running through her head.

“To quote a spokesman for the Royal Family, “We are disgusted with Mr. For-” she forgets the name as it is spoken, trying to forget what he did, unable to come to terms with what her best friend had done, and listens in anguish as the reporter continues, “and we are hoping to prosecute this vile...debased young man for these crimes. There’s a high chance that he will receive capital punishment for these dastardly acts.”

“Shut up...just, please, shut up...” she whispers, burdened with the terrible memories.

She only just makes it to the door, before he catches her, the insatiable gleam of madness and lust playing in his eyes. Pushing her into the door, he suddenly, with a surge of violence, unclothes her, and does the ultimate violation upon her.

There is no time to think, as the pain, the anguish all fall upon her at once. She screams for help as the torturous moment continues, as he, behind her, forces himself upon her again, and again.

Then the door bursts open, she is pulled off him, and she becomes aware, for the briefest, crystalline second, of the tears streaming down her face. She can see the blood on the carpet, between her legs, with its raw, metallic odour. She can feel the pain that gashes, throbs throughout her body and the rawness in her throat, hoarse from the screaming. And, most importantly, the boy lying on the floor, a mixed daze of horror, unsatisfied desire, and something else, unreadable in his sky blue eyes that have clouded over as the guards come to him.

“I really feel sorry for her, it’s so horrible-”

“But most people are raped by people they know. It’s proven statistically.”

“I know, but it’s still sad. Whether you’re raped by a stranger, or a friend, or father or whoever, it’s still wrong, and it’s really sad for the victim.”

Their pitiless chatter is too much; she grabs the remote and, switching off the T.V., drops it on the tableside, before returning to her bed, and grabbing the pillow, and trying to block out the noises, and crying into her bed.

“I was raped...” she whispers. “I’m the girl they talk about...”

Shivering, she clutches the pillow, and draws the blanket closer to her. On the opposite wall, there is a teddy bear, dressed in a tuxedo, with the words “Happy Birthday Zelda!” written on its smart jacket.

That teddy bear was the same one he gave her on her ninth birthday. It was the same teddy bear that she had in her bed every night she went to sleep. It was the teddy bear given to her by her best friend.

“Link...” she whispers his name, as she clutches the blanket, and draws it up to protect her from those imaginary demons.

“Link, why did you do it? Why did you...do...?” the question never finishes, as Princess Zelda Harkinian of Hyrule breaks down in tears, and, hours later falls asleep, into a restless slumber of nightmares, groping hands, and the twisted, malevolent face of her best friend.


Firstly, there was supposed to be italics. Grr.

They have disappeared, so just try and understand where flashbacks are. Sorry...

I am in need of a title, and so far might publish this, and the first chapter once exams are over. So take a look, and leave ya comment. Have fun! Or not.

GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE ANGST!!!!!!! IT BURNS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, now that that's out of my system, your quest for a name. . . He Didn't Mean To. . . . Mistakes. . .Shattered. . . My brain's fried. Gah. I'll see if I can think of something better when I'm more awake.

Violated?

CGM had the same reaction

She's actually quite mad at Link. :D

Violated works I suppose.

Yeah, I'm kinda ticked off at Link myself at the moment. :angry: Bad Link, bad!

It had better get better! :D

Lol...

It's only gonna get worse from here. Shall I make it a tragedy?

Whoa there. Usually I like angst. But to keep it to the point and sweet as well, this is just not my cup of tea. But let's just ignore that fact to make it as fair review. Relativly well-written, although could use some work. As for a title, seeming as I don't know the storyline (I haven't been checking out that thread as of lately), I can't come with a really solid one, but "That Night..." and put whenever it happened, like 3 years ago or something.

Not exactly my best review, but it's something to read and think about. Good luck with future chapters!

YAY! My hate meter rises! Well, not yay, but this was supposed to be very weird. I might be able to insert a theme somewhere...hehehe...

Thnx PH for the advice! That title would be cool, but it's only been really recent...at least I imagined it. Though making it take time would also be better I guess...