Hero
Kirsty scarcely needed a man to save her from whatever danger she found herself in. Most days she possessed such iron might and strong will, a stubbornness which was evident in her brown eyes which screamed she would rather see the one who had threatened harm upon her in Hell. She might have passed for a damsel in distress with her innocent facade and softly doe eyes, but looks could be very deceiving, and she was more than far from a screaming, fainting damsel.
She could kick the butt of any bearer of harm, whoever it was. Sure, she had always been fragile goods and could scream and cry with the best of them, but a terrified Kirsty Cotton was a pissed off Kirsty Cotton.
She had proven her worth when up against her evil uncle and stepmother, who'd both wanted to kill her...and of course the Cenobites. When her ex-boyfriend Steve had breezed into the burning house of her late father, hoping to save her, it had actually turned to the contrary. It was Kirsty who had actually saved Steve on that eventful night as well as herself, and she had refused his help point blank in getting out of that mess.
But, there had been times when she couldn't rely on her sharp will and fierce attitude, and had to be saved from another on several occasions when she least suspected it.
Thrice now he has come to her rescue, without the gallantry and without the arrogant attitude of course. But he had saved her, and each time it had surprised her. She'd neither asked him to do it, nor did he appear he wanted to.
She'd always thought herself to be pretty much near invincible and able to take care of herself without the help of a man. But the Prince of Pain would often remind her that she was still vulnerable and liable to fall.
Subconsciously, she'd come to rely on him to rid her of her enemies, and for that he was smug.
He was her unlikely Knight in Shining Armour...her hero in black.
Not that she'd ever admit it...