City OF Evil Ch.2
by *ldjango21
Ch.2~by ldjango21
He brought her to the couch to lay her down by the fireplace to dry and keep warm. Peering closer he gently sweeps her hair away from her face where she hit her head. There was a slight bump with a purple color bruise, it was merely a bang on the head and was going to be ok. None the less he heads to the kitchen to get some ice draping a blanket over her as he makes his way. Frida stirred in her sleep trying to find a cozy position as Django returns and sits beside her on the couch. He takes the bag of ice and gently dabs her bruise to help reduce the swelling. Her body seemed at ease all bundled up and giving a faint smile. She had very radiant skin and glowing hair reflecting the fire's light. For the first time in a long time Django gave a weak smile, it was nice to have someone around to be with. It was always quiet around when Sartana leaves for her villain veteran's get-together. It was still storming outside so he figured she will not return until the storm passes.
Moments later Frida was beginning to wake rubbing her eyes trying to make out her surroundings. Django slowly backed away trying not to startle her, "Take it easy you hit your head pretty hard."
She didn't scream but she was afraid of what he was going to do to her, "Please don't hurt me I don't even remember how I got here. Did you kidnap me?"
"Kidnap you?" he laughed. "No I found you unconscious on my doorstep and carried you in."
He walked up to her and gently pressed the ice on her forehead.
"Why did you save me?" she asked with eyes glossy from waking up.
"Not all villains are heartless," He replied. "I wouldn't recommend leaving just yet it's not safe."
He pointed to the raging storm outside the window to prove his point, "You are welcomed to stay here until the storm passes."
For an Evil Super villain he was rather generous. As she walked around there was a door half way open. Opening the door the room was dark and Django flipped the light switch behind her. She gasped in awe gazing upon a collection of guitars and not just any guitars these were Gibson.
"It's so beautiful, these are all yours?" she asked walking by each guitar.
He nodded with a small smile, "I collect them…It's a hobby of mine. Some of these guitars are gifts from my cousin."
It was like a dream come true in her eyes, she would go to each and every one looking at the elegant wooden framework. The collection stretched all along the walls and stands on the floor. There must have been a hundred of them it made the room glow with a golden hue. Django watched with a smirk as Frida went to each one and would describe each model. Frida tried so hard not to touch then until she saw a desk with sheet music on it. They were guitar chords and lyrics that he had wrote, "Hey these are really good."
"What these? That's just music I make when I have nothing to do.
"You should make an album."She held the music in her hands reading them.
"Nobody wants to see a dead skeleton sing."He took the sheets of music and placed them in the desk.
"Well I do, you are very talented and the fact that you're a dead super villain would give you a tremendous look."
He couldn't help but giggle under his breath. It was nice to have someone who is not fazed by his appearance and has a thing for guitars."You sure know your guitars." He peered out the window to see that the storm had cleared, "Do you need a ride home?"
"No thanks I usually walk, but would you like to walk me home?"
If Django had a human heart it would have skipped a beat, Frida wanted him to walk her home. This was probably his first time actually walking a girl home. He felt nervous and was going to decline, but a part of him really liked being around her. "Sure."
Walking down the road all is quiet with a faint sound of sirens in the distance. They spent most of time exchanging their personal guitar skills and things they like to do until Frida broke the ice with a question, "Django why don't you start a band?"
"I don't know, I guess I can't see that I could make it to the big times like my cousin."
"Who's your cousin?"She asked.
Then they finally reached her house and the two Dobermans were in the front yard, "Great dad let the dogs out."As she prepares to make a run for the door Django picks her up in his arms and runs up the fence pushing off the tree into Frida's window. His maneuver was really impressive that it even made her blush as he sets her down carefully. "I don't know what you were thinking but this way seemed safer."
"Um…Thank you…For saving me."
He tipped his hat to give his respects, "Your welcome." Giving her a smile as he heads towards the window, but she stops him on the roof.
"Will I see you again?" She asked.
He smirked then gave a nod, "Until next time senorita." He turned to the streets and disappeared into the shadows.
She looked outside the window as her father came into the room, "Frida when did you get home? Did that Rivera kid bring you here?"
"Um…yea since it was so dark out Manny brought me home," She lied.
"Oh very well, you should get some sleep you must have had a very long day." He kisses her forehead not noticing the bruise and leaves the room.
She takes off her goggles and takes a hot shower. Her hair was all matted and her clothes were still damp. Once she changed she climbed into bed lying her head on the pillow feeling her bruise and thought about the day she had spending time with Django. She felt sorry for him that he was always alone in Sartana's lair with no friends. He was so talented and yet a bit shy to express his musical talent.
She had matured allot in the past several years and next month was going to be her sixteenth birthday. On a girls sixteenth birthday they hold a special ceremony to represent the child transforming into a lady. Frida was nervous for the fact that she is not fond of wearing dresses none the less a tiara. She slowly closed her eyes and dozed off to sleep.