Punch. Kick. Smack.
The rage fueled me. The terror enlightened me. The memories haunted me.
I continued to beat the punching-bag in my room. Sweat and tears mingling together. Memories flashed behind my eyes.
I lay there. Broken in the dark alley way. Nothing mattered. My clothing was haphazardly thrown back on me, tears had stained my cheeks. Several bruises were forming on my body. Jaal. Jaal. Jaal. The image of him turning his back on me. Accepting what Reyes said so easily.I curled into a ball on the cold ground. End this. End it. I uncoiled myself. I had to leave. I had to leave. I shakily stood up onto my feet, putting my clothes back on a bit more properly. Pain coming from all across my body. Why? Why? Why?
I slowly stepped out of the alleyway and into the now deserted street. I began to walk faster and faster towards the Tempest. I needed safety, sanctuary, something. I traversed over the bridge extending across to the platform that the ship sat on and up into the Nomad bay.
I remember it all. Burned into my mind. A scar I won't forget. More thuds as my limbs slam viciously into the leather. Reyes.
First-punch-he hurts Kaetus just to see how Sloane would react to her best friend, second-in-command, and perhaps lover getting beaten to a pulp. The turian helped Sloane keep a cool head on and Reyes the back stabbing son of a bitch decided to nearly kill the man.
Second-kick, slam-he drugs me and fucking rapes me. I can't even have Jaal hold me without seeing Reyes, without flinching in fear or discomfort.
I quickly found Jaal's room. I knocked gently on the door, feeling myself begin to crumble. The door opened and I walked into the room. Jaal stood there a smile planted on his face. I can't tell him. I can't. I don't want to see that smile disappear. I have to be strong. For him.
I felt like crying, but smiled back at him. He walked towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I flinched slightly, but he didn't seem to notice. He is not Reyes. His arms are warm, not cold. His face is narrow, not rounded. He loves you, not lusts for you. The chant repeated in my head again and again, trying to calm my nerves down. Jaal looked deep into my eyes for a moment, his brows furrowed. I feigned curiosity, trying to hide the fear that now consumed me. He frowned and my heart stumbled.
"Is something wrong Darling One?", he asked in worry.
I tensed up slightly, but forced myself to relax in his arms.
"No. Nothing Jaal."
I hit the bag again, again, again. Then smiled wickedly. He shouldn't have messed with me. He should not have done what he did. If he didn't do that...
I cackled maniacally as I beat the thing over and over. Fists beginning to ache, but I kept going. I've gone completely mad! Insane! Bonkers! Off my rocker! I stopped for a moment. If only he hadn't done that.
The cave was dark and I felt only the eyes of Sloane and her team eyeing my back. My ground team didn't need to see this so I didn't bring them. I didn't know what I was going to do and I didn't want to put them in danger. Not when I faced an unknown enemy. The Charla-fucking-tan.
I saw a terrifyingly familiar figure emerge from the shadows above us. Death. Kill. Murder. Drug. Maim. Evil. Wicked. Reyes.
"Ah, my property has been returned to me. Isn't that right, princess? You know you're mine now, right?" Princess. He is trying to taunt me. Calling me that. Trying to bring up the horrifying past. My biotics flared and Sloane growled from beside me. We shared similar feelings.
"Why did you do it?" I spoke out in a harsh voice. My gun was gripped tightly in my hand.
He smiled slyly, "I wanted something no one else could get. You." Reyes jumped down from his perched and walked towards us. "I get what I want, princess, and if I couldn't have you... No one could."
"There's a sniper-"
I ignored the rest of SAM's sentence and dove at Sloane. Forcing both of us to the ground as the bullet flew above our heads.
Fighting errupted and I quickly rose up and chased after Reyes. Sloane and her guys can take care of a few mercenaries. He was running, but I was faster. Desperation, rage, adrenaline, and biotics pushed me forward, faster and faster. I launched myself into the fleeing man. The coward.
Reyes shouted in surprise when I slammed him into the ground. He rolled onto his back and I pinned him down with my foot. Fear shone in his eyes and I relished in it. Reyes' mouth pulled into a force, flirtatious smile. Annoying the first times. Now it is a death wish. "Hey now, we can work this out," He tried to taslk his way out, a shiny film now covered his face. Is he sweating? Ha!
My eyes narrowed and he widened the smile nervously. "Work this out? We didn't exactly work this out before. No, no, no. You took what you wanted. You took me!" I paused a grisly smile stretching across my face. "Now, I'll take what I want."
His eyes widened in horror as the barrel of my shot gun was pointed towards his lower body. I fired and he screamed in pain. No one will stop me now. It's only me, Sloane, and her back up. I fired again and he let loose another scream. "Now, let's see about that pretty face of yours."
I paused in my assault, fist hovering over the punching-bag. I could feel the blood dripping off of my hand. The blood. Not mine. Reyes. I looked down and saw his beaten face. His chest had stopped rising a long time ago. A very long time ago, but I kept on beating him. I remember getting up and spitting on his corpse. I shivered slightly and brought my hands down.
"SAM? Why couldn't you help me when Reyes did... what he did?"
"I couldn't see or hear what was happening, Ryder. My connection was scrambled, similar to what happened while examining Spender's apartment on the Nexus."
I knew I had asked that question before. I knew it was the same answer. I just wished SAM could've helped. Could've told someone, but he couldn't. We didn't know if the scrambler was planned or not. A scrambler was something on the black market and was expected in Kadara so when his connection was scrambled he didn't do anything because it was natural and bound to happen in that hell hole.
I shook my head and colapsed on the bed. I won't be the same. No matter how hard I will try. I won't be the same. I sent a silent prayer to the stars. Please. Help me. I don't want to lose him because of this.
A.N.
You're questions about most things are answered. You got Reyes' motive, what happened to my poor, poor Sara, and why no one helped her. Sorry for my delay in updating. The writing system (I think that's what it's called) decided not to work on the day I really needed it so I spent 2 hours trying to get it working while doing other things. Doesn't matter as of now so thank you all for the reviews, views, follows, and favorites. It was really interesting, shocking, and a little funny to see four new reviews in a day.
The Unpredictable Muse: This is good enough right? Right? Personally I always thought that Reyes was an untrustful, slimeball and I absolutely abhorred him. I thought Sloane was cooler with her kick-butt attitude (albeit I always disliked her very Vladamir style with the spikes and all that jazz).
Morbicity: Yeah... sorry. The original, original had Jaal getting pissed at Reyes for flirting with Sara and Reyes backing off... buuuuut I decided they didn't have enough conflicts so I sorta threw that in. Another thing, I have reason to believe Drack was in a bar fight and/or drunk at the time so he wouldn't be very much help.
gofeer: As previously stated, I don't like Reyes. He was always a bad apple to me. Plus it's nice to know you enjoy the story so far! :D
This Is Sarcasm: Yep, I know. Don't know how you fun loving people would react to this twist though (it was hard because I considered changing out one of the genres because of this scene, but decided not to).
