A/N: I don't own anything. Criticism is better than nothing. ;) BTW, Don't be a cheat, read the first chapter.

Five versus one. Even you know those aren't good odds. They haven't seen you yet, there's still time to turn around and never admit to yourself that it happened. But that would mean leaving blonde behind. That'd be more difficult. You can't let what happened to you happen to anybody else. Even if it is your personal hypnotizer.

Those are bad odds, but that doesn't mean you can't change them. As far as you can tell, they're all unarmed. You don't have to be. Turning back into your alley, you sprint towards your hidden pipe. You've had enough life experience to know it's better to be safe than sorry.

Grabbing your pipe, you make you way to street outside your alley. Still there's five men surrounding the lone blonde. What now? Throw a shiny rock the other way and hope they follow it? Bluff your way into scaring them away? Maybe- Fuck it, just go beat'em up. Silently you creep behind the bastard #1. Pipe in hand, you swing and the loud crack the pipe and his skull makes you flinch at the loudness of the sound. It makes the rest of his buds flinch to.

Looking up, bastard #2 takes a swing with his meaty paw. Like in karate kid, 'wax on' works just well. Bringing the pipe up to slam his family jewels makes him down for the count. Three left. Finally out of their shock, they dash toward you. You're already feeling cocky, so next thing you know, your throwing the pipe at bastard #3's face. It does what you intended to do, he's down. But now it's hands only. This is might hurt. Thinking faster than you have your whole life, you feign injury of your right wrist. Grinning, both bastard #4 and #5 pounce at the opportunity. Suckers. Ducking under #4 outreached arm, you grab behind his knee and pull while simultaneously pushing his torso. Heads always make crack sound when he hits pavement. But while you dealt with #4, #5 got the wicked grasp on your long hair. You should really cut it someday. He is pulling you towards him, and only stops pulling when he gets him mouth disgustingly close to your ear.

By the glint in his eyes, you can tell he thinks himself a winner, if it was anybody else but you, he may have been. But you're Santana fucking Lopez, you're the winner. Never the loser. With your new resolve equipped, you brave the pain of twisting your body away from the hair holding bastard. You can tell he's surprised. He hasn't looked away from the clump of your hair in his hand, the hair your painful twist resulted in. Anger flooding you like drugs used to do, you throw technique out the window. He hurt you, you're gonna pay him back ten fold.

Starting off with a pimp slap, he goes down. He won't get up again. Kicks and punched fueled by your anger only, beat upon the bastard who dared to cause you pain. You've lost count of the number of kicks and punches you've thrown when you hear what you wish you didn't. #5 screamed. A scream full of pain and anguish. It reminded you of a similar scream. The scream you made before…

Clamping his mouth shut, you come to realize anger has left you. You should leave. Being covered in blood isn't the best to be caught in. It's less likely that someone will investigate the scream, but you can't risk it. You can't be on file, it's not as easy to get off file as it was years ago. Damn computers.

Turning into your alley, you stop. You can't just leave the blonde there. Someone could do what the bastards sought out to do.

Looking back your eyes settle back on the reason you went though all this trouble. Her expression still looked pained. She was still beautiful. Her eyes are blinking slowly. When you near her, her eyes focus on you. You're able to fight off the hypnotism, but only barely. Looking at the rest of her, you could see she was not in proper health. Bruises and cut were swelling already. You're not gonna leave her out here.

Looking back to her eyes, you silently beg for permission to lift her. Talking has never led to anything beneficial. She seems to understand, nodding. Carefully as you could, you lift her.

Her weight wasn't a problem. Your unique regeneration could mend broken muscle tissue, making you impossible to beat in an arm wrestle. You hear her whimper.

Quick as a jackrabbit, you open the door with a kick to the handle. Quicker than when you opened the door, you place her on the only soft spot in your shitty apartment. Your bed. She whimpers again.

You're not sure why you have peroxide, but you do. You star cleaning her wounds immediately. You wince in sympathy at the amount of cuts she has. You're finally done. When you glance up to her face, you can say you're thoroughly surprised at the hypnotizer, she's still awake. She stares at you. Confusion dominates all other emotions in her eyes. Not knowing what to do you stare back. Mistake, you're hypnotized again. Like before, the eyes are all your vision can focus on. The confusion never leaves. Also like before you blink. Turning away from those eyes is your only defense.

Turning makes you take in your shitty apartment. It's only one room, if you don't count he bathroom. There's a fridge, a table, a chair, and the bed that dominates most of the room. Where are you gonna sleep? Fuck it, you can sleep on the floor. There has been worse.

A/N: Let explain the muscle thing, I couldn't find a way to explain it without disrupting the flow of the story. After somebody works out, they're usually sore. That soreness, is when some of your muscle tissue snaps of breaks. When it broken or snapped tissue heal, the worker out-er has bigger muscle. Thus, the stronger the muscle can constrict. Making the muscle stronger. If it still doesn't make much sense, comment about it so I can better explain it next chapter.

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