Chapter 3 ''Deck the Halls'
Really in a sense it was irony that Jet had gotten his drink and was most likely pumping the information visciously from the bartender. And she was shivering like mad and wandering out of the building.
The shivering was caused partially by cold air, and also by sheer dread. It wouldn't take long before the Red Tail was reported back to Damian, and he would know that she was here. She burrowed deeper into her coat and she blinked repeatedly, her eyelashes occasionally sticking together.
Hopefully this wouldn't take too long. She shivers, turning a corner and then stopping as a body walked towards her. The coat was different, but the walk was familiar.
"Faye..." came the voice, and she cursed. Twisting around with her catlike nimble grace she began to race away. The sound of cursing followed after her and a; "Wait! Stop! Faye!", but she didn't let those words, muffled, stop her, sway her.
As she ran, air racing in and out through her lips, flashes of memories wormed their way into her mind. Damian and she entwined in bed, Damian and she laughing uproariously over little things.
Damian looking at her in shock as she knocked him unconscious and stole his ship. The Red Tail.
"FAYE!" Came the loud call, and she turned, blindly, into a building. She stumbled over a board, and she tumbled further into the room. She rolled across the hard wooden floor, and she came to a stop.
"Who the fuck are you?" Comes a low voice, and she turns her eyes around the room, the green depths gazing up at all the people, now standing, looming over her.
"A tourist," she offers lamely, moving to climb to her feet. She's stopped by the sudden rush of excitement.
"She's a woman!"
"Shiiiiit man! And a good woman too! Not fat like the rest of the bitches here!"
"Ooooo dude! I'm tenting!"
They began to move over her, and she reacted quickly. Her gun was in her hand before the first hand could land upon her coat, and the butt lashed out, hitting the most lecherous looking face hard. His face contorted hilariously, and he tumbled back onto a few others.
She twisted to her feet, and she cocked the hammer back and pointed it at the head man's temple.
"There's more of us than there are of you here, sweetmeat," he leers at her, licking his fat lips.
"I don't care, I'll take them all out easily," she offers back coolly, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart, hating that sick feeling that's creeping up her spine.
She felt her arm twisted up and behind her suddenly, and her gun began to fall down, spinning. It would go off on impact, most likely, but before it could land one of the men caught it, and leered at her.
She struggled against the large, meaty hands that held her, and she watched as the boss approached her.
If only she hadn't run away from Damian.
He tore off her hat, and threw it over his shoulder, and his greasy fingers slipped through her soft hair, and he moaned, crudely grinding himself against her belly.
"Is that all you have?" She insults him, spitting upon the cold ground. It froze seconds after hitting the wooden ground.
"Wha...?" He offers cluelessly, his beady eyes asking the question he was too stupid to even voice.
"That's the smallest cock I've ever felt! I've seen mice with bigger hard-on's!" She snaps at him, impatient now for real, with his inability to understand her insults.
"Bitch!" He grounds out, as his men guffaw about him. His large hand lashed out and struck her hard on the side of her pretty, pale face.
Her head jerked to the side, and a few drops of blood flew outwards, landing on someone's jacket. The skin where he had struck her was warm for a second, and then it numbed. She drew her tongue across her teeth, lapping up the rest of the blood.
"Your men even agree with me! They probably know first hand how little pleasure they get from your shaft!"
The blows began to fall harder, the laughs turning malicious and the jeers encouraging.
Good.....at least she wouldn't be conscious for the rape.
"Faye! Damnit Faye!" She heard the words before she realized that the blows were stopping, no longer was she being barraged with large fists, the strikes to her face and body lessened....although her coat was torn to shreds.
Through the legs she could see a familiar movement, she could hear familiar footsteps.
"She came to see us, buddy. I suggest ya back off."
"That lady's with me," came the familiar tenor, and she closed her eyes, groaning.
But for some reason she just couldn't wish for his death. That was why she'd never come back to this desolate planet that had for a while seemed like a haven, like Eden reborn; she knew one of them would die if she ever came back.
No one was paying her any attention, and she crept across the floor, searching for her gun, and eventually finding it, between some bowlegged man's legs.
She felt a heavy thud against the ground and her green eyes flickered up, and she watched as a body and then another landed on the floor.
She heard a muted roar coming from a throat and she closed her eyes at the primeval fury that laced that sound, ringing within the wooden building.
She clutched her gun, her lifeline, watching as Damian put to use his moves and abilities, honed to a level that these men could not even fathom.
As their numbers dwindled, they began to smarten up, to realize, and quickly they began to escape, leaving their companions behind.
She could hear him approaching, and quickly she hefted her gun up, blindly, her eyes not really looking. The metallic weapon trembled in her small hand, and she bit her lip.
"Don't make me....." she implored, and then, as he continued to approach she groaned loudly and her both trembles once before succumbing to the black pain that had been clawing at the corners of her mind, she was not even cognizant enough to feel arms scooping her up, or that she was being carried away.