Suzuna: Poor Mamori! Elf-Bro! Hurry up and go save her!

Hiruma: Damn Skates, I'm going as fast as I can, and it's the Damn authors fault for this even happening!

Me: you mean little o' me?

Hiruma: Yes you, damn author! Now finish this damn story so I can get back to Football! *shoots wildly*

Me: sheesh, alright already.

Ch.10

Vizio pushes Mamori on the nearest couch, and gets on top of her, pinning her down. His legs were holding her legs; he had one hand grabbing her hands above her head. She squirmed, trying to be free of his grasp.

He leaned closer to her ear, "I want you to scream,"

She shook her head 'no'.

"Well, too bad, you will," with his free hand, he wandered down her body, tugging at her clothes.

"Please," she whimpered, "anything but this," she would endure any other pain, but this.

"Once I put my mind on something, I do it. Plus I still haven't gotten enough of your pain yet," she froze at his words, "to hear beautiful things scream, is music to someone like me,"

Her mind frozen, the only words, 'someone please help me' were written brightly in her mind. Small tears formed at the corner of her eyes. She tried to get out of his grip, but he was too strong. One of her hands was able to get free, but Vizio caught it.

"Uh-uh, no escaping," he bent her hand back, until both heard a snapping noise. Mamori screamed in pain.

Hiruma ran as fast as his longs legs can take him. Let me get there before anything truly bad happens to her, Mamori please be careful, he thought as he got his gun ready for confrontation. A scream echoed down.

He hasn't passed any doors as he ran. He realizes that he went up about four floors. Thankfully, with due to all his football practice that he has done, he isn't even tired yet.

Few more minutes go by as he runs up the endless staircase. "Where is the damn door?!" he yelled in anger.

Like as if he wished it, the door suddenly appeared around the bend of the next flight of stairs. He stopped in front of the door. Instead of opening the door by the doorknob like a normal person, he kicked it down.

Dust flew everywhere as the door fell with a loud thud. The fallen door led to a long hallway, with a red door at the end, hopefully this would lead him to Mamori, or he was going to shoot someone.

He started to pull her shirt off. Mamori felt his grip hardened on her hands. His body pressed against hers.

"Let me go!" she exclaimed as her shirt rise higher.

*knock*knock*

Vizio stopped. Mamori's shirt went back the way it was. Vizio turned and stared at the door. Mamori felt his weight shifting, and in one quick movement, she kicked him with her left leg.

He fell off the couch.

Mamori, pain shooting through her body, went over the other side of couch. The pain doubled as she landed, she also felt dizzy. Her body was close to the ground as she looked for a way to defend herself. There were still large pieces of glass from what happened before.

Cradling her broken hand, she slowly crawled to the glass.

Vizio, stunned for a moment, began to smile. "This is quite fun, my dear," he said as he got up, "but, whoever at the door will be fired and shot on the spot," he walked to the door, and opened it. Before him stood a tall young man, spiky blond hair, and devilish features.

"Are you Vizio," he asked

"Of course and do you know you're interrupting something very important?" he replied back angrily, wanting to get back to his corrupting.

"Yes," he said. Vizio came face to face with a gun pointing at him, "Now," he said "I called the damn cops on this place, and they'll be here any damn minute now,"

"The cops?! That will blow down my business, why the hell would you do that?!" Vizio yelled angrily at the young man before.

"You took something of mine," he replied

"Of yours? I don't ever recall taking anything of yours, tell me your name, I might remember who you are and return what I took of yours," he replied, "what was it, Money? Possessions?"

"The damn girl you were about to 'Corrupt'," he said, anger rising in his voice. He stuck the end of his gun into the side of Vizio's head, "and the name is Hiruma". He pushed Vizio into the hallway behind them, and shot one bullet.

He turned back to the room. It looked the same as he saw in the small theatre downstairs. His eyes scanned the room, searching for Mamori. He heard a small noise coming from beyond the broken fish tank. As he walked forward, his feet made sloshing noises as he walked across the very wet floor.

He went around the corner of the fish tank and…

*swoosh*

A cut appeared on his face, and a slight tickle of blood ran down. Mamori stood before him, a large piece of glass in her hand; her eyes were wide with shock.

"Hiruma?" she said slowly, as realization hit her.

He took a look at her body, clothes slightly torn and wet, cut marks all over skin, and a couple of bruises. The other hand she wasn't using was limp at her side.

Mamori realized that she attacked Hiruma, "I'm sorry," she mumbled.

His gun dropped, and Mamori felt his long arms go around her. "No, I'm sorry." He said, "I should have protected you more," he hugged her tighter, "I thought I was going to lose you,"

Mamori buried her face into his shoulder and started cry. The two just stood there, her cries echoing through the room.

As she finished crying, she sniffled a bit here and there. Hiruma took a look at her, "I'm taking you back," he grabbed her arm and started to walk, but she gave a cry of pain. His head snapped back to her.

"Sorry," she gave a weak smile, "I should have told you that my hand is broken," he immediately let go of her hand. I should have realized, she wasn't using it, he took another look at her, and she's probably in too much pain to get out of here too.

He walked behind her and picked her up bridal style. After what she's been through, she didn't care nor mind. Her head leaned against his shoulder.

He stopped at the doorway; Mamori looked and noticed Vizio cowering on the ground shaking. Hiruma didn't want to take the stairs while carrying Mamori, but she needs medical attention right away.

He noticed two shiny doors, which looked like an elevator shaft. Mamori cradled in his arms, he walked toward it. There were two buttons, up and down. He pressed the down, and the doors immediately opened.

He walked in and turned around. The doors shut quickly, and they started their descend. Hiruma glanced at Mamori's face and caught her eye. The two just looked at each other, wondering what the other was thinking about this situation.

*ding*

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Hiruma walked out to the lobby, Police were holding the gun's out, running about, looking for anyone. He notices the reception twins and the other men from the theatre were on their knees, hands up.

A guard noticed Hiruma, and told him to let go of the girl.

"It's all right, I'm the one who called you, is there an ambulance outside?" he replied. The guard looked at him suspiciously, and then finally nodded.

Hiruma turned on his heel and walked out. He noticed several police cars, two ambulances, and one fire truck. The car was still where the Ryota parked it.

Musashi, who was talking to a police officer, noticed Hiruma and Mamori. He ran over, he gasped when he saw Mamori up close; he pointed Hiruma to the nearest ambulance. Lexie, Ryota, and Mark watched Hiruma walk to an ambulance with an injured girl in his hands.

Mamori was watching everything with blurry eyes. She lost consciences as she was pulled gently on a gurney in the ambulance. Hiruma was riding with her, never wanting to lose sight of her again.