A/N: WARNING!!! This chapter contains graphic descriptions of injuries- gory, horrid, nasty injuries, might I add- and scenes of violence. In a nutshell, this is not a happy chapter. And I'm making this Clow Card up, yes, but I thought it was...fitting. And yes, all you S+S fans, I WILL get around to it, but...like I said, this is going to be a long fic, and this is only the third part. A very unhappy part. A rated R part. General Meiling and Syaoran abuse, though the focus is on Meiling. Yes, I enjoy bastardizing Meiling, but I'm trying to be nice to her in this story. Also, a tidbit of obscenities- Syaoran uses the F-word, and it isn't bleeped. My gods. Anyways, enjoy, and like always your comments are appreciated! On with chapter III!


It was raining. Meiling hutched up against the cold pavement. "Oh, please, just let me alone!" she wailed, as the large bear slammed into her small body again. She felt his claws rake along her back, and she screamed out in fury and pain, praying that someone would hear her. And then, suddenly, over the noise of the bear's terrible roars-
"Meiling! MEILINGG!" a thin body slammed into the ground, catching itself on its hands and knees, and skidded, clumsily, into the park. Meiling's rusty eyes widened, and she screamed in hoarse recognition.
"SYAORAN!" She fought to get to her fiancé, her cousin, the one she loved. Syaoran raced to her side, ripping at the bear with his bare hands.
"Get off of her, you fucking monster," Syaoran growled with a fierceness Meiling had never heard before. The large animal turned its massive head to Syaoran, and the two stood frozen. Suddenly, the animal lifted its giant, clawed paw. Just as the blow from the bear's paw lifted Syaoran into the air, Sakura raced to the edge of the park. Her eyes widened in anger, fear, and sadness.

"SYAORAN! NOOO!" She cried, as Syaoran slammed into the pavement, bouncing slightly at the impact. She turned to the bear, knowing subconsciously what, exactly, they were up against. "Rage Card," she growled. "Water! Release!" Spinning the Sealing Wand, she released The Watery. A nymph-like woman emerged from the card, and circled the Rage Card. The large bear whirled around and glared at Sakura, lifting its great head and bellowing in pure hate as The Watery encircled it and formed a funnel of water that shot up into the air.

In her tired fighting, Sakura twirled the Sealing Wand, reciting the phrase to confine a card. As the light Card fluttered to the ground, she raced to Syaoran's side. Tears streaming down her face, she shook his shoulders gently.
"Syaoran! Syaoran! Li Syaoran, wake up this instant! Please, Syaoran," her tears fell, sparkling like diamonds, onto Syaoran's bruised and bloodied face. "Oh gods," she buried her face in his shirt. "Why! WHY HIM! WHY NOT ME?!" she screamed in fury and hate at the sky. Tomoyo and Kero-chan chose that moment to burst into the clearing.
"Oh, Sakura," Tomoyo wanted to reach out for the girl, who was screaming in rage at the heavens, but she ran to Meiling's side and tried her best to revive the unconscious Chinese girl.

Kero flew to Sakura and hovered at her shoulder. "Sakura, come on!" He tugged at her sleeve. "This is pointless! Let's take him back to your house!" Sakura looked up, and as lightning illuminated the sky, Kero-chan saw the madness and grief in the Cardcaptor's eyes. She shook her head once, and the opaque look was gone. She nodded, gently placing Syaoran's head in her lap.
"You're right, Kero," she whispered. "This is so stupid." Somehow, they loaded Syaoran onto the Sealing Wand, and by using The Fly, made their way to Sakura's room. She rolled Syaoran onto her bed, and ripped up an old sheet. She wrapped the wounds on his arms, legs, and his head, tears rolling down her face. She did not make a sound.

When there was nothing left to do except wait for him to wake, Sakura buried her face in her hands and bawled. Kero watched sadly from his drawer, knowing that nothing he could say or do would help. He closed his drawer and eventually drifted into an uneasy sleep, but was waken often by shrill, hoarse and pained cries of:
"Syaoran! SYAORAN!!"