Seeing his eldest brother kneeling over the girl, checking her vitals- he stayed put until his brother looked up at him and said, "She's alive. Just in shock." As he carefully scooped the little one up off of the blood spattered floor and set her on one of the work tables while Throttle just stood there for a moment and looked around the room with his blood red eyes before asking,
"Well. Now that that's taken care of... There anymore hiding in the apartment?" He pointed off to the side where said place was earning a dark look from Vinny who growled at him.
"Dunno. Make yourself useful and go see."
His brother gave him a funny look and was about to ask him where exactly he'd be when Vinny moved over to the terrified/shocked girl and gently pushed Modo back away from her, while telling him through their telepathic link that his elder brother might be overwhelming her.
I mean, she had just gone through a terrible and traumitizing event.
Moving back away from her as his younger instructed through their bond, the elder tried not to let what Vinny had just said hurt his feelings. But he didn't exactly understand why he would be considered overwhelming to the girl since Vinny didn't tell him that some of the guys he had found trying to hurt her had been about his size.
And they had all been toting weapons. Though none quite as advanced or potent as the laser canon embedded in Modo's arm.
So instead the elder put some distance between the girl, his younger brother and himself and leaned against the far wall opposite of the two. Which put his in a very nicely strategic place for if Throttle ran into some more thugs and possibly needed help.
Not that he thought for a single solitary moment that his second sibling would.
The tawny furred alien may be a lot of things; quiet, polite, dutiful- And he was also the youngest alien in the history of their home planet to become a commander of what the human military commonly referred too as 'seals' or 'green berets'.
He specialized in killing.
Whereas Vinny merely had a bad temper and while he liked to kill his victims somewhat savagely- if the looks of the guy with the broken neck indicated- Modo knew that like him, each kill ate at his heart and soul.
Throttle however- well, let's just say that at one point when he had first began his military career; Modo and Vinny had seriously questioned if he even had a soul. So much so that at one point they had decided to try doing a cleansing on him using some of the ancient methods of their people.
They had jumped him, got their asses kicked, and woke up hanging upside down by their feet from hooks...naked. And in the company of one very pissed off thirteen year old. Needless to say, once their mother got a hold of them- the two had decided that Throttle was pure evil and for the sake of their futures, they should steer clear of his ass kicking radar.
They'd likely die if they didn't.
So for the past ten years or so they had done just that and yet- Throttle came back into the room and noticed Modo lounging with his arms crossed over his muscle chest and rolled his eyes somewhat. When were his brothers going to learn? He wondered as he used their bond and told the elder to remove himself from his lounging spot, and go make sure that the area was secure while he helped Vinny with the girl since she was far frailer than they.
And needed to be dealt with accordingly because they couldn't just up and leave her in the condition that she was in. There was no telling what would happen to her if they did.
Looks like we're staying here tonight. He thought to himself as he mentally told Vinny to go with Modo and secure the area. He wanted no nasty surprises to be sprung on him and his kin while they were worrying about a civilian.
Vinny looked like he wanted to argue with him- in fact he knew his brother did. He could see it in the way he tensed up and clenched his jaw for several moments as pink clashed with scarlet before the younger mouse's ears finally drooped and he sighed and gave the girl one last look and then turned and quickly walked away.
The need to put his fist through something, riding the younger alien hard.
The moment Throttle was sure he was gone, he glanced down at the human female. Noting various things about her. Her age, she was young. Sure. But not a child he didn't think. However due to her size and bone structure it was sort of hard to really tell with accuracy.
Like the pale porcelain of her skin under the bruises left by the guys that had attacked her. The color of her hair, dark brown. Almost black. The soft pink of her trembling, busted lips.
The soft green of her exotic eyes when they flickered up to his face, seemingly searching for something before her shock numbed mind seemed to remind her that her clothing was torn all to hell and she brought her knees up to her chest in an effort to hide herself from his unblinking stare as tears welled and slipped down her face.
Shrugging out of his leather jacket, he used in to drape across her slender shoulders and he to bit the inside of his cheek to keep from crooning to her in a soft, comforting tone when he saw her try to flinch away from him. Kneeling in front of her, he wrapped her more securely in his jacket. Hoping that it's warmth might help some as he used his gloved hands to wipe at the tears and blood on her face until he almost had her completely clean and then stopped.
Or perhaps froze in place was a better way to put it.
Dear god she was a pretty little thing. He thought as his heart slammed against his ribs as she raised her head to look at him again with those beautiful, exotic eyes of hers and found himself blinking when she suddenly lifted one of her hands and began to reach out for him.
Now Throttle wasn't the type of male to freak. Not because of some little woman/child creature that he'd just met. And yet, that was exactly what he was doing.
He could feel in in the sudden change in thought patterns, resperation, his body was beginning to break out into a cold sweat and there was more adrenaline pumping through his system than there had ever been during the war on mars. And just before her small hand could make contact, thinking quickly, he used an old trick that their race often used- and put her to sleep and as she slumped over, caught her in his arms and just held her there as he looked around the empty room feeling more rattled than he had ever felt before in his life.
And not understanding why. He might have dwelled on it, wondering just what the hell was wrong with himself when the voice of one of his brother's cut through his thoughts like a knife.
"Bro? The place is secure. There's no one else present inside."
Throttle didn't bother looking away from the female's blood spattered and bruised up face as he shifted her ever so slightly within his grasp so that he had a hand free that he used to absently stroke her long dark hair.
"We should lockdown the place and settle her in her bed so that she can rest and recover."
"We need to have Modo take care of her injuries, check her for broken bones and possible internal bleeding and clean maybe her up a bit. Finding her a change of clothing would be nice too." Throttle said, starting to feel a little bit pissed at Vinny for his comment to their elder brother earlier. Especially when he had only been doing his job as their team medic.
"I wasn't trying to offend the big guy earlier, Throttle. I was simply worried that the female might awaken and become hysterical if she saw him looming over her like that. I guess that I just worded my concern wrong."
Throttle moved his hand away from the female's hair and then carefully cradled her in his arms as he slowly got up off of the floor to his feet and turned to his brother and said, "No shit. I expect you to apologize." As he brushed by him and stepped into the apartment attached to the garage.
The second he stepped through the door a weird feeling began to take root deep within him, causing him to stop walking and tip his head back to scent the air.
The place was thoroughly saturated in the scent of the female in his arms. The sweet almost oddly honey-spice like scent causing his nose to tingle and his blood to thicken and begin a slow burning sensation in his veins that he knew only by the rumors that the mated males of his race had spread so that the younger generation of unmated males would know what was happening to them once the sensations began to overwhelm them.
Looking down at the civilian female, he studied her features for a moment as his mind went right into denial.
There was no way that this little female was his future mate. Surly the gods were not so cruel that they would allow him to find his mate outside of his own species? His people were a dying race for fuck sake! They needed every available male and female to mate and beget offspring just to keep their people alive for just a little bit longer.
So why- Why would he find himself besieged by the 'sensations' indicating that he had just met his future mate now of all times? Why not back home with a better female?
Not that he was a racist or anything. He wasn't. He just...didn't understand.
But if the gods of his people have deemed the female in his arms truly his, then he would do whatever he must to secure her. It looks like our mission has just been altered significantly. He thought to himself as he slowly began to move again while trying to squash the sudden feeling of anxiety that settled deep within his gut as he silently moved through the apartment until he found the female's bedroom and then carefully laid her down on her bed and then moved to go see if he could find something for her to wear while Modo checked her out.
