A/N: Hey everyone! I took another quick "brain-break" from TBI to write this chapter. This was going to be a choppy, time-skippy one-shot, but the first part got so long that I realized I didn't want it to be as choppy as I did at first, now it's either going to be a two or three-shot.
It's not a songfic, but it was inspired by the song Supergirl by Krystal Harris – just the first part of the chorus – I'm Supergirl and I'm here to save the world, but I wanna know who's gonna save me?
This is pretty much AU.
But yeah – I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing with this. It's just kind of there.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wizards of Waverly Place or camp Rock.
Two 19-year-old girls, just finishing up a date, walked arm-in-arm through a dark, deserted parking lot.
The taller girl, Alex Russo traipsed the pavement in black strapped high heel sandals, tight, blue skinny jeans, a dark purple flowy top, and a black leather jacket. Her shoulder-length hair was tied back in a short ponytail, and a few strands of bangs swung over her forehead. Alex's hands were buried in her pockets and the upper part of her right arm was enveloped in her girlfriend's left hand.
Alex's lover, Mitchie Torres, who stood 3 inches shorter than Alex, rested her head on the taller girl's shoulder. Her brown, wavy, hair flowed down to her upper back, which was covered by a dark gray pea coat. Under the coat, was a short, black strapless dress, black leggings, and simple black flat shoes.
The girls were laughing as they walked, and Alex said something that made Mitchie smile and quickly lean up to peck her on the cheek.
Just when the car popped into view, a man approached the them. He was big - about 6 feet tall, with a wide frame. The darkness hid his face but the street lights bounced off of his black leather jacket, which stopped right above his hip. The man was well-cloaked by his black attire and reeked of alcohol.
"Well, hello there. You two girls look like you're having a good time." A deep slur came from him.
"Uhhh...Yeah..." Alex trailed off with uncertainty.
Mitchie's left hand immediately squeezed Alex's arm to notify her of the bad feeling that made its way into the pit of her stomach.
"Care to help a poor, old man who's down on his luck?"
"Um, sure..." Alex's eyebrows furrowed. She knew the man was probably lying, but she didn't want any trouble.
The Russo took out her wallet and retrieved a 10 dollar bill. She tried to give it to the man, keeping her arm stretched out at a distance so he wouldn't get too close.
"Oh, I don't think you understand what I want..." he said sinisterly. Within a second, two more big, burly men stepped out of the shadows and stood behind the girls, blocking their only escape route.
The man who approached them walked over to Mitchie and studied her.
"Hm, you're a pretty one, aren't you? ...With those cheeks, that nose...those chocolate-brown eyes. I bet you just drive everyone crazy..." He then reached up with his right hand and ran the rough back of his fingers against Mitchie's smooth features. Mitchie squirmed under his touch and attempted to get even closer to Alex.
That set Alex off. No onetouches Mitchie unless Mitchie is okay with it.
"HEY! KEEP YOUR SLIMEY HANDS OFF OF HER!" Alex yelled. Her whole body tensed up and, as a reflex, Mitchie let go of her girlfriend's arm.
Alex's right hand balled up into a fist and she smashed it into the man's face, just where the corner of his mouth ended. The offender was forced slightly to the side by the blow, but quickly recovered, wiping only a little bit of lip blood on his right sleeve.
"Oh, you shouldn't have done that." he warned.
In one quick motion, the man took his left hand, raised it over his right shoulder, and brought it down onto Alex's left cheek with a deafening crack. Alex let out a loud cry, and found herself half-laying on the pavement, leaning on her right arm for support, her left hand cradling her face.
"ALEX!" Mitchie's horrified scream echoed through the parking lot as she tried to run towards her fallen girlfriend.
Without hesitation the two men ran up to get in front of her, blocking her path to Alex.
"You think I'm scared to hit a woman? You think I won't fight back when some feisty bitch runs her mouth?" The man barked at them, in an almost taunting tone.
"Get up." He demanded.
Alex just looked at him from her position on the ground, tears in her eyes. She was absolutely terrified now. The man showed no sympathy and brought his right foot back behind him. With all of the force he could muster up, he brought it forward and made a forceful contact with the girl's rib cage.
"AGGHHHH!" Another pained cry left Alex's lips, only much more agonized. The harsh kick sent her into the air for a moment, then flying back down, onto her left side. Both hands clutched what she was sure were damaged ribs at this point. She dug her head into the pavement and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to will the sharp pain away.
"STOP IT! PLEASE!" Mitchie whimpered. The grips on her arms only tightened as she tried to free herself and reach her girlfriend.
"I SAID, GET UP!" The man yelled.
Alex sniffled as she slowly got up in a sitting position. She grunted in pain when she felt a stabbing sensation just below the surface that her hands were grabbing. Keeping her left hand on her rib cage, she used her right to somehow maneuver herself into a standing position. The girl wavered in place, dazed from the hurt in her body.
Just as she finally found her balance, the man placed his hands on both of his shoulders and shoved her backwards, without letting go. It took a few steps, but he propelled her into a brick wall of the back of a building with such great force that Alex's head flew back and smacked against the hard surface. The impact was not enough to knock her out, but she slumped to the floor, jostling her insides around, and leaned on the wall behind her, barely conscious.
"LET GO OF ME! YOU'RE HURTING HER!" Mitchie kept struggling as hard as she could.
"You better shut your mouth! I don't want to hurt you too, but that doesn't mean I won't." The man pointed an aggressive finger at the constrained girl.
Alex sat limply against the wall. Her legs were bent, both knees facing the left, and her arms drooped to their sides. She was barely able to keep her head up, but saw that Mitchie looked fairly untouched.
Thank God.
If all of this was happening to Alex, it meant Mitchie was unharmed, as far as she knew. That's all that mattered - Mitchie's safety.
A wave of dread washed over Alex as she heard footsteps coming toward her. In her blurry vision, she saw the figure of the man, standing over her, feet on either of her sides. He leaned down and grabbed her roughly by the collar of her jacket. Alex's body screamed in pain when she was yanked up, into a kneeling position, and her hands instantly flew to the wrist of the arm that holding her up.
"Hope you enjoy a nice nap." The male voice was close to her face. Although, in her state, he sounded like he was miles away. The last thing Alex heard was a sharp intake of breath before feeling an immense impact to the right side of her face. The instant that Alex's head shot violently to the right, every muscle ceased to work and her arms fell to her sides. Her vision narrowed and eventually, she let go into total darkness.
"NO!" Mitchie screeched through sobs and tears as she saw her girlfriend go completely limp, the collar of her jacket still balled up in the hands of their attacker.
Ironically, after all that, the man gently placed Alex on her back. Her legs were once again bent - this time, her knees were pointing towards the right and her arms were at her sides, palms facing upward.
The sick man stood back up and walked over to Mitchie, who was nearly collapsed in tears, with only the immobilizing holds on her arms keeping her in a standing position. She was hysterically sobbing incoherent words, her eyes never leaving Alex's unmoving form.
"Now what do we do with you?" The deep voice pulled Mitchie from her thoughts. Her head snapped to meet his gaze and she let out another sob."
"P-plea-ase...le-let us g-g-go..." She tried to speak trough the tears, "J-just, p-p-please-se. Here, t-take m-my wal-let...it's got m-my c-cred-dit card a-nd my deb-it-t. The P-PIN is 1046. I've b-been work-ing and s-sav-ving up. Th-there should b-e at l-least a th-ous-sand in th-ere." Mitchie's body shook violently as she spoke.
She was barely able to find enough wiggle room to reach her hand into her pocket and pull out a small, black wallet. She held it out for the man to take.
He looked at the wallet and then to his partners, then at Mitchie. His demeanor changed, and he nodded to his men. Mitchie was released and the wallet was quickly snatched from her hand. With that, all three men sprinted away from her, off into the dark.
Mitchie listened to the fading footsteps and when she was sure the attackers were gone for good, she ran the 20-foot distance to Alex's body. Falling to her knees, Mitchie looked over her girlfriend. Alex's face was swollen on the entire right side from when the man's giant hand hit her. Under her jacket, Mitchie could see a lump protruding from her upper side.
"A-Alex...?" Mitchie's voice sounded small, like a child's. She gently leaned her ear over Alex's face and sighed when she felt a slight tinge of warm air on her cheek, "C-can you h-hear...me?"
Mitchie let out another sob when there was no response and put her hand on Alex's right forearm as she looked around. There was nobody in sight and the parking lot was eerily quiet. Her emergency instinct hit her and she reached into Alex's left jacket pocket and retrieved her car keys. Mitchie hesitated, reluctant to leave her girlfriend alone, but quickly dashed to the silver sedan and grabbed her phone. She rushed back to Alex's side and dialed 911. After one ring, a woman's voice came through.
"911. My name is Lisa. What is your emergency?" The woman sounded so calm.
"Hi. Um m-my name i-is Mit-chie a-and I w-was out w-ith my gir-girlfriend and th-this guy attacked her! We n-need an ambul-lance, or th-the police, or s-s-something!" Mitchie rushed out. Her panic was a stark contrast to Lisa's reserved tone.
"Okay, is your girlfriend with you and are you injured?"
"I'm f-fine. Sh-she's uh not waking up. What do I do? She's breath-ing b-but she's not m-moving."
"What is your location?"
"Um, we're in a p-parking lot on the corn-er of 10th a-and Main Street." Mitchie sniffled.
"All right. I'm sending out an ambulance right now. I need you to make sure that your girlfriend is safe and try not to move her if you can. Can you do that for me, Mitchie?" Lisa asked.
"Uh y-yeah. I th-think so."
"Help should be there in 5 minutes. Just try stay calm for a little bit."
Mitchie thanked Lisa and hung up the phone. She reached back to take Alex's hand, but winced when she felt an extreme soreness in her upper arm. Mitchie shrugged her coat off and looked just below her shoulders. Large, angry, hand-shaped bruises clouded the area.
"Shit." She grumbled to herself. Mitchie returned her attention to Alex and cupped the right, uninjured side of her face in her hand.
"Just hang on, baby."
Mitchie was in a distant state for 3 long hours. When the ambulance arrived, she was ripped from Alex's side by paramedics. A shiny, silver space blanket was draped over Mitchie's shoulders, and she kept her gaze on her girlfriend as they hoisted her up into the back of the awaiting van. Mitchie was then ushered in right after and seated on the suspended, metal bench beside the gurney.
Once the ambulance arrived at the hospital, the two girls were separated again. Alex was taken into emergency care, and a nurse had brought Mitchie into a small examination room.
"Hi Miss Torres. I'm here to look over you because I hear we have some bruises." The woman looked barely older than Mitchie, maybe just by a few years. She had black hair and dark skin, most of which was covered by purple scrubs, "Is it all right if I call you Mitchie?"
Mitchie stared blankly at nothing on the wall opposite her as she nodded.
The nurse looked over the charts given to her, and quickly put on her "working with traumatized patients" face.
"Okay, Mitchie. Is it all right with you if I roll up your sleeves a little so I can look at your arms?"
"...I'll do it." Mitchie's small voice cracked. She slowly pulled her small sleeves back, gasping when her hands brushed against the marred skin of her arm.
The slightly older woman took Mitchie's right wrist gently in her hands and moved her arm around, testing out the range of motion. Thankfully, Mitchie still had full movement.
She repeated the process with the left, and when the same thing resulted, the nurse made a record in her clipboard.
"Well, there's no internal damage, which is good. It's a lot of bruising, though, so you'll be sore for a few days. I recommend icing your arms for about 20-30 minutes every 5 or 6 hours a day. It will help with the pain." she suggested. Mitchie only nodded.
"Also, I don't know of you'll need it, but for patients who have been in your...situation...the hospital has a great team of counselors who specialize in traumatic events. If you need someone to talk to, I could set up an appointment." the nurse offered.
Mitchie shook her head 'no'.
"All right, well I'll give you a business card anyway, just in case you change your mind and need a listening ear." A stack of business cards made its way to the surface of the table and the woman looked through them, stopping about halfway though the deck.
She handed Mitchie the card and Mitchie took it.
"How about you get your coat back on and there should be some news about your friend soon."
"She's m-my g-girlfriend." Mitchie mumbled tiredly.
"Oh. Sorry. Your girlfriend. Now she was unconscious when she was brought in?" Another nod.
"How about you take a seat outside and I'll do my best to get a doctor out to talk I you, okay?"
Mitchie followed the nurse out and sat down in one of many empty chairs. The nurse put a comforting hand on her shoulder and Mitchie looked up to give her a subtle nod of gratitude.
No more than a few minutes after the nurse left Mitchie alone in the waiting room, a tall, good-looking man in a long, white coat emerged from the double-doors. He walked into Mitchie's line of vision and met her eyes with kindness.
"Hello. Mitchie Torres? My name is Dr. Paul Stevens. I've been attending to Alex for the past half hour." He offered his hand. Mitchie took it and she almost immediately snapped out of her trance.
"Um, H-how is she?" Fear was evident in the girl's voice.
"She'll be all right but she's really banged up. She's suffered a mild concussion and the entire left side of her face was swelling, but we got some of it down. What we were really worried about, though, as her rib cage. 2 of her ribs are for sure cracked and we're suspecting the two on either side of them have some bruising."
Mitchie's heart dropped. How could one human being do that to another and not even bat an eye?
"I was concerned that one of the ribs had been very close to her lung, but she's out of the woods and resting up...Now, this next part might be hard but, Mitchie, we need you to tell us exactly what happened, so we can make sure that Alex is getting the right treatments. Do you think you'd be up to do that?"
"I think so." Mitchie agreed. She retold the doctor exactly what had happened earlier in the night and by the time she was done, her face was once more stained with new tears.
Doctor Stevens handed her a box of tissues.
"I'm going to go check on Alex. She's resting right now. I'll see if there's any way we can get you in there, okay?"
"Y-yes. Th-thank you."
Mitchie was alone with her thoughts.
Alex is okay. She's going to be fine. That's what the doctor said…What if that man didn't take that wallet. He could have killed her. He could have killed both of us. Oh god, when he hit Alex and she looked like a ragdoll…I just can't…
"Mitchie?" Dr. Stevens' voice broke the stream of consciousness. The distraught teenager was somewhat thankful he interrupted the path her mind was going down.
Stevens gave her a nod to follow him and she got up. The two walked down a wide hallway and stopped at a door with the number 933 on it.
"She's right in here." The doctor turned to Mitchie, "It won't be easy, so take all the time you need."
"Th-thank you s-so much."
He opened the door for her and let her in before walking away.
Mitchie paused for a brief moment to take in the sight. It was a small room, divided by a light blue curtain. No one was in the bed next to Alex – it was a slow night. The room was almost completely white with only slightly darker, crème-colored walls which made Alex stand out even more.
Mitchie slowly took a seat in the chair that was already at the side of the bed. The room was absolutely silent, other than the rhythmic beep from the heart monitor.
The injured girl looked so fragile, Mitchie was scared to hold her hand, so she just rested hers on top. Alex's face looked like the difference between night and day – one side was damaged with bruises and puffiness while the other…the other was untouched, still perfect just like it had been seconds before the girls stepped foot into that stupid parking lot.
Alex was so…still. She wasn't dead but it seemed so much deeper than just sleep at first glance.
"Alex…" Mitchie started, her voice quivering again, "…I don't know what to say…I'm sorry." Her body exploded into quiet, but feverish sobs. Forgetting all concerns she just had, Mitchie took a desperate, loving grip on Alex's hand and kissed the back of it.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry…" She repeated as she laced her fingers in with Alex's.
Mitchie must have said it a hundred times, as if it were the only thing she knew how to say. Finally, after who knows how long, exhaustion caught up with the girl and she laid her head down to rest on the side of the bed, with the two hands still linked on Alex's right leg, just above the knee.
Just for a few minutes, Mitchie thought to herself as she drifted off.
All right – there's the first part! I'm still trying to figure out exactly where I want to go with this. I know the basic idea, but I'm working out the details. I feel like I say that for every story I post.
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Sorry for any mistakes and I hope you enjoyed it!
Well, not in a cynical way, of course. I don't hope you enjoyed my Alex ass-kicking, but I do hope you enjoyed reading in general. I'll shut up now.