An Heiress and A Runaway
Chapter 2, Savior
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Teen Titans. And if there is such a thing as an "Axes and Saws" "I" or "II" movie, then I don't own it.
Yawning widely he looked at his hotel room's clock, and found it was 12:47 pm. Woke up pretty early today. Garfield James Logan thought to himself. Ruffling his mix of long dyed- green, striped with black and dirty blonde hair, he grabbed a new pair of blue jeans and a light green shirt with a dark green outline of a howling wolf; then one of the hotel's towels.
After taking a cold shower, he dried and dressed himself quickly, spiked up his hair with a little gel; and jumped onto the bed, sitting up he snatched his cell phone from his nightstand and pressed 1 for speed dial.
"Victor? … Yeah, I know pretty early for me… Nope, no trouble so far… Just called to let ya know I'm alive and all, haha…" he conversed casually. "Mmm, yeah I know, it's almost my eighteenth birthday… I'll have to show up again soon…" his tone turned grim. "…Yup, I'll make sure to see you then, only about--" he glanced to the calendar; Monday, March 15, "a month to go… Sure, talk to ya later, tell Bee I said hi."
Ending his call he looked at the clock once again, 1:12 pm; sighing, he skipped breakfast and packed up his clothes into a large black backpack with his other possessions, then jammed a hat and sunglasses on; and checked out of the hotel.
Walking around Jump City aimlessly he decided to catch a scary movie, Axes and Saws II. Awesome! I loved the first one, can't wait!!
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The movie lasted an hour and a half, and all of the people in the audience left wide-eyed, and mouth slightly agape; Garfield left as such, and wandered mindlessly. Dude… that was… creepy- scary… and the floating head… AWESOME!
When he came to, he shook his head and wiped the drool off his mouth; looking around he found himself in the outskirts of town; a part he knew very well. Brings back memories… Putting away his cap and sunglasses, Garfield walked around the houses; down the graffiti filled alleys, and emerged at a deserted neighborhood. He slowly continued through it, reminiscing about his past.
He was about to exit another alley when a car suddenly rushed onto the road and screeched to a stop just outside an abandoned warehouse, near the neighborhood. Garfield stopped and narrowed his eyes as a man dragged out a beautiful girl with black hair around his age from the car and pointed a gun at her back; holding her by the back of her shirt.
He watched with amusement when she broke his hand, but it quickly died away when 4 men dressed all in black came out of the warehouse; 3 chased her while the other helped the man with a broken hand back into the warehouse and rushed back outside after them.
Garfield quickly dashed after them with amazing speed and took several short-cuts to get ahead of them. There is only ONE way she could be headed to if she continues like that. He guessed, knew this neighborhood like the back of his hand, and he could definitely get there before them. Taking the opposite turn as the girl, he stopped at an alley, catching his breath.
Just when the girl was about to pass the alley, he grabbed her and made sure she couldn't move or make a sound; and that the men were gone.
"Wow you run fast…" he said tiredly.
Garfield let out a sigh of relief into her hair and his nose was immediately filled with the smell of herbal tea and the enchanting scent of lavender; under his hands he could feel her flat yet defined abdomen rising and falling with each of her breath. She was tense at the contact but was somewhat relaxing; her hair and skin were silky soft, and he had thought she was beautiful the moment he saw her. Even with that frown. A very cute frown.
He mentally slapped himself. Stupid! You shouldn't have gotten involved! You can't get involved with anybody! Not until your eighteenth birthday… you're so close, don't ruin all that hard work now… all the hiding… the secrecy… He shook himself from such thoughts. He, Garfield J. Logan, was already mixed up with this and he would not have it any other way; his parents had raised him this way, and he would help someone in trouble no matter what. And this girl was certainly in trouble.
He set his face to a determined expression, but was distorted when he felt her bite him.
"Ouch!" he yelled. "What the fu- mm?!!" But the girl's hand quickly covered his mouth, a vein clearly pulsing on her forehead.
"Shut up! Who are you anyway?" she said in a loud whisper, she let go of him, words dripping with venom.
"Yeah, well that's no way to say thanks to your savior." Garfield muttered, rubbing his left hand.
Suddenly they heard the men footsteps approaching fast; Garfield's eyes widened and he grabbed her hand from his mouth and pulled her deeper into the alleys.
"Over here! After them, don't let them escape!" They heard one of the criminals say.
In his haste he accidentally led them into a dead end. "Shit!" he cursed slamming right fist down on the wall.
Turning around he saw the men just enter the alley; letting go of the girl's hand he got into an offensive stance, one of the many he knew. Then motioned for her to step back, she gave him a short "Thank you" as the men blocked the exit and surrounded him.
Garfield easily avoided the 3 men's attempts and expertly countered them, and knocked them out. He was so preoccupied with amusement for the three that he did not notice the fourth one sneak away and hide behind an old trashcan in the shadows.
She clapped when he finished with the three, grinning proudly as he took a short bow; but it was long enough for the 4th man to launch himself at her.
"Mother fu-!" he cursed under his breath as he pushed her out of the way and took the stab on his left shoulder.
It was in pretty deep, but he took no notice as he pulled it out and brutally punched the guy in the gut, face and did a heel drop onto his chest, rendering him unconscious; Garfield's eyes flashing with raw anger. What a sorry excuse for a man! Attacking a woman with a knife and kidnapping her! He crossly kicked the man in the side; his breath ragged, and his vision fuzzy from all the blood he was losing.
He abruptly fell on his knees then onto his back, he was having trouble breathing and he could not see very well. Then he was suddenly aware of the girl he just saved frantically bandaging his wound with a large blue handkerchief. "Can I at least now your name?" He asked in a raspy voice.
"Shh… shh, Rachel Roth; yours?" Rachel asked determined to keep her savior awake, even if by talking.
"Garfield… James……. Bestia…" Garfield replied with great difficulty.
"Garfield?" she mused with a cocked eyebrow. "Bestia"… Latin… "beast," very fitting… but dismissed it quickly with a shake of her head, "Never mind." This isn't the time to make fun of the guy who just saved your life Rachel!
"Just one more question, do you have a cell phone? They broke mine on the way and we need to get you to the hospital."
"No hospitals!!" Garfield suddenly exclaimed with fury in his eyes, grabbing her forearm in a tight hold; almost bruising her with the pressure. His face was dead serious and she could not refuse.
"Ouch! Okay! No hospitals!" she agreed with him quickly with a frown to his hand.
"Right front… pocket…" he said as he fainted and his hand dropped.
Rachel anxiously searched his pocket and called her father. "Dad? Hello?... Yeah I'm OK! Listen a guy got stabbed protecting me and I need you to send for our private doctor and help him… He doesn't want to go to the hospital! Just do it OK?! Oh and call for the cops too we're at…" she continued to tell her father what to do, and he could only comply as she finished bandaging Garfield's shoulder.
