Kinne340: decided to write this because I don't see much of Matt being paired with an original character, at least not with out a love triangle or something going on so this popped in to my head and I had to write it. Please enjoy.
The rain poured onto everything. The buildings, sidewalks, streets, cars, umbrellas, and one girl who was soaked to the bone running through the downpour. Her breath came in short gasps as she continued to move forward, to move away.
There was a brilliant bruise spreading on the side of her face and another one blooming on her throat. Blood stained the white tee-shirt she wore, making the wound look even more morbid that it actually was. The drip of red down her side was being washed away by the thick rain.
Everything was sticking to the girl. Especially her cloths and her long hair which were both so drenched that they weighed her down as she tried to keep moving. None of the people passing by on the street seemed to notice her frantic flight. They all pretended not to notice the spreading red stain on the once perfectly white shirt.
Her sides were aching and screaming at her to stop. She had no idea how she was even still running. Then the world started to spin around her as she grew dizzy, either from the lack of oxygen or the loss of blood.
She tried to keep going and lost her footing on the edge of a curb. The world continued to spin as she fell in to the path of an oncoming car which thankfully came to a screeching halt.
The driver of the car rolled down his window and started to scream insults at the crazy teenager, probably drunk he thought, that he had almost killed. She paid no attention to him though as she felt her way back to the sidewalk and forced herself to get back up and keep going.
Her pace was much slower now but she had to keep moving. She had to put as much distance between them as possible. Her breathing was more labored as ever and now she seemed to have twisted something when she fell off the curb. But she kept limping along awkwardly as she favored the injured ankle.
Her next stumble sent her tumbling in to an alley way face first. She groaned as she felt the last of her strength leave her. The girl attempted to get up but all she managed was to roll over slightly.
A loud gasp then escaped her lips as she looked up. A figure loomed over her. Her vision was so blurred that she couldn't make out any of the details at all. However unlike every other person on the street, this figure was paying attention to her.
She didn't like that at all. Her arms shook violently as she tried to move away. Her vision only grew more blurred as she collapsed fully on to the cold wet ground. She shut her eyes and let herself sink in to the darkness.
"I should have just stayed in tonight." He grumbled to himself as he carried the girl through the alleys. He was heading back to his apartment, though what he should have been doing was going straight to a hospital and dropping her off so he would be done with it.
He couldn't help but feel that he wouldn't be doing the girl any favors. Why should it matter? He wasn't quite sure. He could blame his intuition or maybe just put the blame on the games.
Well there was nothing he could do about it now. He struggled to get the key out of his pocket with the girl in her arms. Not like he was weak but he wasn't the strongest person either so it was a bit tricky.
He tried to be gentle when he dumped her on to his couch. Going back he closed the door again then turned and took a look at her. He ran his hands through sopping wet red hair to get it out of his face as he thought.
First thing to do was get the wet cloths off of her before she got sick or something. Not that getting sick was a big priority at the moment considering how much red was on that shirt. He also had to get the cloths off to treat the wounds though. He thought that it was really a shame he wasn't a doctor, but at least he could do well enough to keep her alive.
Stripping off the cloths was difficult. Not only were they stuck to her freezing cold skin, but the side of the shirt was caked in dried blood. When he finally did manage to get it off the cut started to bleed again.
He cursed lightly and went to get the supplies he needed out of his bathroom. Luckily he had enough knowledge that it didn't take to long to get her all bandaged up. He let out a sigh and once again ran a hand through still wet red hair.
As he stared he realized something. She was naked… Not that this was particularly a problem for him but she would probably freak out waking up with no cloths on.
He looked at her. She was pretty tiny looking for someone around her age. One of his shirts should fit and cover enough for the time being. With that decided he went off and chose a stripped shirt to slide over her bare body.
After several futile tries he managed to get her arms in to the sleeves and then pull the shirt as far down as it could go.
He was satisfied that she was covered enough since the shirt covered everything that should be covered. He really didn't need anyone trying to charge him with sexual assault.
Feeling exhausted by the whole event he reached in to his pocket only to pull out a soaked pack of cigarettes. He let out another sigh and went searching for another pack Once the cigarette was lit he flopped on to a chair and pulled out his DS.
Kinne340: This is the first fanfic I have actually ever uploaded so please go easy on me. I am very open to criticism but I would appreciate it if no one was overly hurtful or rude with their words.
