“Shh, don't speak ...” he did not know what to say. Most of the blood on him had beeen on the knee of his pants though their was a splattering of it else where on him so as they embraced she was still blood free.

The cops arrived soon after along with an ambulance. There was an officer down and fortunately Richter or Ric, one of her dad's poker buddies since she was knee high to either one had been the lead officer on the scene.

Rheen was quiet dead, the blade of Stein's knife sunk into his neck up to the handle, Stein was still alive though his right shoulder had been broken and his left forearm had been fractured … He was brought up from the basement second though he was secured the officers tended to their own first and there was only one ambulance here so no one really cared if he suffered.

More of a priority had been her father who they carried uo stairs on a gurney then transferred to a stretcher … he groaned painfully … he was alive! No blood either, he was alive and that was the important thing.

“Wher is she,” she could hear him calling from the kitchen, Ric soon fetched Vikky.

“He wants to see you but try to keep it brief.” No one seemed to be in a hurry to call in a second ambulance for Stein though, he was secured, he could wait. Not one but two officers were still with the unconscious man.

Don’t speak, he said. She didn’t. Vikky just leaned on him and sobbed as the police and ambulance around them to finish up this whole situation. She heard the confirmation that one of the police officers was dead. It wasn’t her father, but it was someone he knew. Vikky crept closer to Vilmer, wanting to feel the comfort of his presence, keeping the jacket on only by hanging and not quite properly. Just… stay there. The rapist was apparently still alive… some strange part of her was relieved. She didn’t quite know why after all the death and sadness he had caused. Her body kept itself leaned towards Vilmer with his arms holding her, comforting her, as she waited for the report on the one in the basement…

… Where is she? Vikky jerked up from her sobs and moment of sadness. Her eyes were wide in surprise. He had taken a 50 caliber bullet to his chest! And another one to his back! How could he!? Richter appeared, saying she could meet him. Vikky’s confused eyes sought Vilmer’s for a moment, as if asking what to do, then she ran. She ran as quickly as she could, almost forgetting to keep the jacket on her in the process. After almost losing the jacket she grabbed a hold of it, one arm with a grip on every side covering her breast in a cross, and ran as quickly as she could…

“DAD!” She darted straight into the kitchen before braking sharply with a worried and slightly hopeful look and looked at her father, trying to assess his condition.

Sure enough Fredrick was there, a weak smile on his pale features. Oh it hurt but not as much as it would have if he had lost her. Vilmer followed behind though he hung back not really wanting to interupt.

“Do you believ that ass shot me three times? Three! He did a number on my jacket, it was my favorite too, the one your aunt got me.” He coughed a little and Ric looked on.

“Alright -”

“Ric, go fuck yourself! I'm not done speaking with my little girl. That guy in the basement is more fucked up then me.” It was unusual to hear suck language spilling from his lips but it wasn't every day that he got shot at point blank range.

“After the first time I wasn't going to let the bastard shoot me again, the vest held but that last bullet cracked a few ribs, or broke them, all I know is it hurts … Vikky I told you to run ...” then his eyes flicked to Vilmer as if he were confused. He leaneed a little closer to her and whispered the last before he was pulled out of the kitchen and sent to the nearest hospital.

“I would ground you for disobeying but there's no sense in punishing that young man,”

Then louder. “Pain Killers! Morhin! I want it all!”

As he was drawn out of the house Vilmer stepped forward and squeezed her hand.

“Do you want to ride with him?” Ric asked before either had a chance to speak to one another.

He was alive, and well enough to bark complaints and stupidity. Vikky just stood there beside him, smiling happily at her living and kicking father. He had been wearing a vest. A vest strong enough to hold a bullet from THAT on point-blank range? Wow. [[I guess this really is the future.]] And he was complaining about the jacket…

“I’m sure auntie won’t mind since you still have the life grandmother and grandfather got you~” Vikky giggled beside him. She could care less about the jacket, but… it was a sign that he was alright. He truly had energy. Oh, dad… I’d hug you, but it would probably hurt, so I won’t~ Her father shouted at Richter who had started to say something. Vikky just giggled, even with the harsh language. Harsh language was SO much better than no language. Then… he turned his attention to her. Oh, yeah. He had told her to run… Vikky steeled herself for any kind of further words, tensing herself up to accept whatever scolding or punishment was coming, but she was physically incapable of removing the smile on her lips. He leaned closer to her, so Vikky also leaned closer since he was apparently going to whisper something…

… Eh? Grounding her… would be punishing Vilmer? Was there… something Vilmer wouldn’t be able to do if she was grounded? Only a single thing came to Vikky’s mind at that moment… She turned bright red at her father’s words. Then he shouted for medicine against pain before she had properly drawn back, making Vikky stumble backwards slightly. Fredrik had rather properly surprised his daughter, who now was red and flustered. She felt Vilmer grab her hand as her father was carried away… Vilmer… Vikky looked down on the grip and then up at him. … The girl smiled once again. Alright, then.

“No, I believe he’s QUITE alright and does not need me to watch over him. Unless you need someone to take care of him for you, of course.” Vikky giggled at her own words that she had answered Richter with and brought up her hand to her mouth as if she was embarrassed at her giggle. What? She had survived this. She had the right to… … Oh, yeah. Vikky stopped smiling, and looked over where Rheen had been. This was… still no time to smile. Someone had died here. To apprehend the criminal and save her… people had put their lives at stake… and some had lost it… She squeezed Vilmer’s hand a bit extra…

They did not need her to mind her father of course though she was too relieved to question the vest thing too much. The second ambulance was called for her and Vilmer who began to complain about his ankle probably to stay close to her riding with her as they were sent to the hospital, her wound were to be looked at and evidence collect through a rape kit.

Josephine was contacted as to the hospital he and her father had been at just a Vilmer's had been contacted about him and his wounds

She would be given the morning after pill too and the Aegir grinned a little from his place in the dorm room. He had conidered for a moment jus taking her right then and there though he had not … no, in time he would no doubt but he would keep things on two separate levels, the nightmare being darker, some things deliberately not adding up o upon waking it would all seem more like a dream and les like a manipulation though he would have the memory of it.

She played along well though and Aegir appreciated the ones that played along more so there was more incentive to give her a reward than to punish her. No, if he had been disappointed with her performance he just might have though give how receptive she was he would most definitely be back.

Vilmer did not release her hand though during that amblance ride, squeezing the back of hers. “Was that convincing enough? Stay Vikky? At least give me the time back that I lost out on today … we can hit a museum, go see a movie or have diner, whatever you'd like.”

He seemed a little worried but it was clear that he was thinking of things that avoided sex altogether thining or assuming that she was not going to be in that frame of mind for some time now. He was showing her that he didn't care about that, not in so many words anyway, just that he had wanted her regardless, sex, no sex, he had just wanted her to stay, his closeness during the ambulance ride made certain of that.

Vikky wasn’t even aware she was playing along. She was just… reacting to what she could perceive around her. It wasn’t something she could refrain from or deny. She was simply… going along with what she thought was reality. After all, in reality one does not have the choice of not playing along.

So, Vikky had been thinking that she really didn’t need to go to the hospital because she wasn’t that wounded… but that wasn’t the case. She had been raped, and with that forced to remember what Stein… she now knew his name… had put her through. Due to such reasons, they needed to bring her in to examine for damages and who knows what else. She would also be given a morning-after pill upon arrival, standard to make sure she wasn’t made pregnant due to being raped… Vikky would have thought she’d be more traumatized by being raped, but… she was actually rather stable. In that twist, she had managed to make the rapist use kinder means to begin with, although that wasn’t really kind, and had managed to hold off what would be really traumatizing until help arrived. Thank you, father, for your quick actions…

So, she now sat in an ambulance, her boyfriend beside her, squeezing her hand. Undoubtedly happy she was still alive. … Vikky was too. Happy Vilmer was there. She squeezed back, holding hard. Had he not been there… she would really have been dead. Without father, she’d been dead. Without Vilmer, she’d been dead. … If it hadn’t been for Rheen, who forced Stein to focus on both himself and father, she might even have been dead, too. So many people had contributed to keep her alive… Vikky was glad to have such gallant souls around her, even those who didn’t make it.

Vilmer… he was referring to what she had said about if he was good enough, she’d stay. Vikky couldn’t contain her grin. Such… such a joke. Was he really taking it that seriously…? Such an idiot.

“Did you really take that promise seriously? You idiot.” She leaned towards him. Diverting her weight towards her boyfriend, she intended to show him just how much she felt she depended on him. “That… that was a cruel joke I did to keep you on edge. I’m sorry, Vilmer. It was bad taste of me. I never did intend to go back. I’m going to stay with you. Please forgive me. If you do, I’ll marry you.” … OK, that does it. Maybe she was traumatized, after all. She wasn’t thinking straight. Wonder how long she hasn’t been thinking straight. Oh, gee… Vikky blushed where she closed her eyes and leaned on her boyfriend… [[she obviously leaned in some way she did not hurt his ankle… if it really was hurt…]] … Such a happy little girl she was…

He gazed at her in a bit of a stupor., then he grinned as the words sunk in. His hand squeezed back against hers. “You know I can't help but be intoxicated around you so yeah, I can be a huge idiot at times. Meanie!” He laughed a bit.

“All forgiven. Even if you can be a bit mean, I love you. How can I stay mad at you knowing that? Certainly I will marry you Vikky, we'd still have a lot to think but we'll make it work.”

He kissed the crown of her head again holding her hand, slightly turning her body with his other hand so he could better look upon her as he smiled.

Aegir watched Vikky in her sleep. No doubt her suconscious was working to make less of an issue out of the rape that she endured just “now” in the dream, pulling upon the reality of the moment. He was pleased though, pleased that the new girl responded so well. In fact he had already been thinking about a follow up dream, an aftermath to this one but for now he left her with the pleasant ending of the dream as he crept towards the window, planning to depart as he began to crawl though the window. He hovered there though, letting the dream conclude, letting her have a final moment with her beau before he would leave her to her more mundane dreams.

He had experienced his own pleasure, feeling her own after all and while he had the desire to take her, now certainly was not the time. He looked at her, so cute as not to resist tormenting at least in her sleep where he could do no damage, where she would be unaware that he was spinning these dreams, lovely in ome places, horrid in others. After a brief moment he would leave her so that other dreams would take over.

“Oh… gee…” Vikky said, leaning blushing as Vilmer spoke. He really did love her. And… he would marry her… That… was a strange proposal… But Vikky was happy. So blissfully happy. She was kissed on the crown of her head and then turned slightly so the two of them faced one another. Both the two young individuals were smiling happily at one another, already as close to one another in all but committed vow. Both loved the other, and both so dearly held on to their desired partner. And… Vikky’s life had just been saved by this guy. It was as close to a white knight she could ever get. The baseball bat his sword, the police car or ambulance temporarily his horse, her father and the other officers his companions all on an epic mission to save the princess… or whatever Vikky was to represent. She was going to stay at home, leave Shokushu behind and marry her beloved Vilmer. Oh… Vikky leaned forward to kiss her boyfriend… and she did, because she wanted to… Just… a kiss of pure love… she never wanted this moment to end… could it last… for all… eternity…

…

…

A while later, Vikky woke up. Her normal dreams had run their course, and she was now waking up once again. The girl in her bed opened her eyes, breathing slightly heavily, apparently out of excitement… She lifted her head slightly, looking about in her dorm-room finding it exactly as she had left it. Oh… so that was… all a dream… Her head fell squarely back on her pillow, not wanting to leave it. She sighed loudly. What a dream. It all… had felt so real. Then again, some dreams do. Oh… She had been called back to home because her father had been shot, and she had let Vilmer have her first time in the hospital… then she had been kidnapped and raped… she had saved another girl from the same fate… then her father and Vilmer had rescued her and she and Vilmer had concluded they were to marry one another…

… But none of that was the truth. The truth was, Vikky was still on this island, not likely to leave any time soon. Father had not been shot, and even if he was it was unlikely she’d be allowed to leave. And even worse… she was trapped on an island filled with monsters, one which had raped her, taking her first time for his own. There was no way she could give her first time to Vilmer. Gee, she didn’t even know if that perverted Vilmer she had dreamt about was real. Or even the one Vilmer who loved her. Maybe the real Vilmer had got over her, leaving her behind as an old flame looking for the future. He was probably still in that all-boys school. … Which meant that perverted Vilmer was all her own desired creation. In one way it was good it was a dream, those police officers hadn’t really died. In another… this was bad… really bad… because…

She regretted it. She regretted coming to this school. Vikky felt the tears creeping up. In her dream, she had realized how childish her punishment of going so far away from Vilmer had been. As a result, she had been raped by monsters, and all this had happened… It was all terrible… And it had been her own decision too… Damn it… Why had she!? Her tears flowed down her cheeks. What a terrible reality. This wasn’t good. She didn’t like this. Why wasn’t that dream reality!? Put her back to sleep!! … But reality wasn’t so kind. Her foolish decision to go here would be punished, harshly. Vikky hugged her covering with all her might. She might never see Vilmer again.

“Oh, V-Vilmer…” And so she sobbed away, crying relentlessly for the better part of the morning…