Murder and attempted rape; this is why this story is an M rated
DISCLAIMER:I only own my OC's every other character is owned by Disney, Lucas and everyone else who has ever written anything for Star Wars. This is for entertainment only. My own and anyone who cares to read it.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Ana went straight to the drawers, when she entered the bedroom, her walk now all business; she pulled out the revealing silk blue night dress that she knew clung everywhere and shivered as she quickly put it on. She then lay on the bed propped up on pillows, covers automatically pulled up in a defence response. She was ready, waiting.
She waited.
She knew she had to do this, to give Rex, the chance to do whatever he was going to do. She assumed he was going to try and leave now, to escape; this was the least she could do, he had just got caught up in her messy personal life. She had become lax about Raif, not doing her normal checks and then with Empire Day. She had allowed him to get close to her and she was now paying the price and would deal with the consequences, either way:
I am well and truly fucked.
They were taking a long time and she couldn't hear or see what was happening; "Raif," she shouted, hoping she sounded...ready. "I'm waiting." She added the last with a touch of neediness in her voice and slipped her hand under the pillow to check.
It was still there.
Thanks Dad.
The sounds of scuffling and raised voices finally came from the main room; she resisted the urge to check on him and prayed Rex was still ok, hoping that this would help him, give him time.
And that he would understand and forgive her.
Raif's footsteps on the wooden floor indicated he was on his way. She had never forgotten the sound of that gait; she had often lain in their bed, in a state of abject fear waiting for him to finally come in. She was fearful now but not for herself; she had made her choice.
A sudden change of approach, she needed to delay him as long as possible and turned the sheet back ready, as she got back out of the bed; she ran back to the drawers, tidied her hair and sprayed perfume on. This felt so wrong and then the door opened and he was in the room; she turned towards him smiling, the leer on his face indicated what he intended to do.
"Ready Babe?"
"As much as you are?" She smiled wider, what she hoped was seductively and not the grimace it felt like.
"Oh, I'm more than ready babe." He looked her up and down, and smiled again. "You shouldn't have left me; we were good together. You wouldn't have had to go through all this, with him."
Although her stomach was churning, she knew she had to keep this pretence up. He walked towards her undressing as he did, dropping his clothes anywhere; it was a parody of a striptease and she could see he was aroused already. Ana looked up and saw him watching her watching him.
"Better than what you've had recently eh, babe." He pulled her into him, until there no room for her to move; grinding against her, "And it's all for you." He lifted her onto the bed, crawling until he was braced over her; his eyes ran up and down her.
"Yeah, those few pounds you lost have made all the difference. I can't fault the old man on his taste." He grabbed her neck and pulled her in for a kiss, it was hard and painful. She couldn't even respond before he had moved onto her breasts, the nightdresses ripped in his haste; his hands felt like vices around her arms and it hurt her. She swallowed back the bile that had risen in her throat and, as soon as his hands had move she reached under the pillow; he pulled her arm back.
Did he know?
"Not yet babe. Wait till I'm in you."
She'd always hated that he called her 'Babe'.
He lifted her up to him, so that her breasts were in his face and held her there. Ana forced herself remain still.
.
Rex dropped his head and dragged his feet, as they took him outside; they were practically having to carry him and he had put on a few pounds since his GAR days.
"Not so feisty now old man, eh. This is what you get for messing with Raif."
He fell to his knees, as if in defeat and retrieved the small knife; the two that were holding him overbalanced as they tried to haul him upright.
They should have just let him fall.
That was their first mistake, no second; the first was thinking they could even take him on. The third mistake was forgetting the Tooka; it leapt at the remaining man, claws extended ripping into his face, with that distraction Rex lunged up and to the left giving him three deep jabs to the stomach with the knife.
Someone kept their knives sharp. He was impressed with that.
The one on the right recovered sufficiently, to see his colleague writhing in agony, clutching his stomach in an effort to stem the blood; he wasn't succeeding. The Tooka turned her claws on the other as Rex now whirled around and slashed the one on the right across the face, his centrifugal force giving him enough speed to inflict deep cuts but that simply slowed his opponent down, as he was frantically feeling for the knife in his boot that was no longer there.
The di'kuts weren't even wearing armour!
Rex now faced the remaining one, who struggled with blood dripping down his face; this one had a blaster but had gone for his blade instead.
Why?
The two men circled each other; Raif's man must have looked thirty years younger than Rex but Rex had years of experience and training to draw on, holding his knife in readiness, those years won out; his opponent tossed his knife between his hands, back and forth, waiting.
Bad idea.
Rex made his move and lunged at him mid throw, causing the knife to be deflected and leaving Rex an open body to aim at. He threw his weight behind his lunge aiming for the stomach area again, and pushing him to the floor. No bones to hit, all soft tissues, it bled easily. He vaguely realised his other opponent had stopped groaning and this one was being more trouble, recovering sufficiently to bring the heel of his hand up under Rex's chin and started pushing his head back.
Fek!
Rex stabbed again harder, angling the blade upwards and twisting. He knew many ways to kill with a knife; the Anatomy of a Kill had been ingrained into him as a cadet and reinforced during ARC training. He could use any number of implements, including his bare hands. Feeling the hot wet substance on his hand, the pressure under his chin was reducing and finally fell away; he removed the blade and rose up from his knees, he suddenly wondered where the third man had gone. He received the answer as he finished straightening up.
Chakaar!
The tight choke hold, he found himself in.
.
Ana couldn't wait any more, it would have to be now, she could feel him getting more and more aroused; she reached again for the blade and slid it quickly to her side. She needed to be certain where she was going to put it. She ran her fingers lightly down his ribs; Raif moaned. She stopped; she felt her courage ebbing away.
"No…don't stop…..more babe, more."
She ran her fingers slowly down his ribs again, until she felt the lower end of his rib cage, manoeuvring the hilt slowly in her hand, she lined it up. She felt herself gulp and then pressed the tiny button on the side of the intricately engraved silver hilt. It buzzed as it slid into Raif's side. He jolted and stopped still, looking directly into her eyes. "Babe" he questioned her; his eyes opened wider, as he realised what she had done, his hands came together around her neck and squeezed.
"Bitch!" He spat out; she could barely breathe. This was the Raif she knew, recovering her courage and retrieving the knife she positioned it again. He seemed so focused on killing her that he did not realise her intent again, until the last second, until just before she pressed the vibroblade button again and it shot into his heart. The pressure reduced on her throat as his hands became slack and as she lay back, the colour slowly returned to her vision which had been greying out.
.
The choke hold was a strong one but Rex still had the small sharp knife; even as the lack of oxygen caused the edges of his vision to blur, his training came through and he slowly drew his blade across the forearm of his opponent. The pressure lessened as the man screamed with pain. Rex twisted out of his grip, twirled around and slashed his throat; there was no resistance as he had instinctively covered his slashed arm leaving his upper body open to attack and Rex had taken full advantage of that. As if in slow motion, the man collapsed backwards, with a look of disbelief on his face, clutching the wound, which was bleeding profusely.
Rex frantically searched for the blaster that had been lost in the fight; finding it he walked past all three assailants, casually discharging a bolt to the head of each.
"Always make sure they're dead." He muttered to himself, his breath gradually slowing; it had taken longer than he calculated.
"Ana." He shouted, as he rushed back into the house, hoping he was not too late.