Dance Of The Dogs
An ER fan fiction by AbCaLuDa
**See chapter 1 for warnings and disclaimers.
Chapter 2
She blots her eyes and grabs a few extra tissues to keep in her pocket. She pulls her coat tight around her neck and steps out into the night. She hasn't had a reaction like that since the beginning of her dancing career when it was all new and exciting and terrifying.
Someone whistles and she stops, looks around, tries to figure out where the sound came from. A man steps out of the shadows, smelling of sweat and cheap aftershave. She wants to run, but her feet won't move.
"I thought you might come out this way. How about a ride home?"
She shakes her head. "Thanks, but I like to walk."
"It's not safe for a pretty girl like you to be out alone at night. Especially in this neighborhood."
"Please, I just want to go home." Her feet seem to have grown roots in the ground. He's less than arm' length from her and she can't move. She tries but she can't make herself move.
"I'm offering you a ride."
"That's very kind of you, but it's really not necessary. I can walk."
"I know you can walk, but you don't have to."
"Do you want my purse? You can have it. There's eleven hundred dollars in the wallet. I got paid tonight. Take it. You can have it."
He laughs, and the sound makes her nervous. She glances to the side, wonders if she has any hope of out running him.
"I don't want your money, sweetheart."
She pushes off the ground, fearing with every step that she will fall. He's right behind her, pulling her down. She feels the ground rush up to meet her, and his weight holding her down.
"It didn't have to be this way, bitch."
She feels the bruising blow of his fist, and her head hits the ground with a deafening crack.
* * * * * * *
He leaves a tip on the table even though the waitress never had to do anything for him, and he heads for the door. The balmy night air threatens to choke him as he steps out the door. His car is parked around the side of the building and he has a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach.
It's a full moon, the kind of night the crazies come out, especially on this side of town. He has his keys in his hand already, but he sees something that makes his heart stop before he ever gets to the car.
Behind the building, he sees the shadow of a man, hitting something. Someone. One of the girls from the club. He recognizes her despite the blood.
He acts impulsively, jumping on the guy, throwing him off the girl, wrestling him to the ground. He gets his hands around the neck and slams the head against the pavement. Once, twice, three times. He can't stop.
The girl moans, and the miserable sound distracts him. He releases the guy and watches him fall limp. He doesn't bother to check for breath, he doesn't care if he has killed the creep. He feels no guilt or remorse, because men who take advantage of women like this don't deserve to take up space.
He kneels beside her and takes her wrist in his hand. Her pulse is weak, but it's there. He gets to his feet and reaches down to pick her up. She tries to shrink away from him, but she doesn't have the strength.
"It's all right," he says to her. "I'm going to help you."
"No…" She reaches up to touch his face.
"It's going to be all right." He carries her to his car and eases her into the back seat.
"No doctors," she moans. "No hospitals."
* * * * * * * *
Well, what do you think. Do you think you know who her savior is? Come on, leave a review. You know you want to, and you know I want you to ;) Take a second or two, just let me know you're out there. Thanks so much for reading!
An ER fan fiction by AbCaLuDa
**See chapter 1 for warnings and disclaimers.
Chapter 2
She blots her eyes and grabs a few extra tissues to keep in her pocket. She pulls her coat tight around her neck and steps out into the night. She hasn't had a reaction like that since the beginning of her dancing career when it was all new and exciting and terrifying.
Someone whistles and she stops, looks around, tries to figure out where the sound came from. A man steps out of the shadows, smelling of sweat and cheap aftershave. She wants to run, but her feet won't move.
"I thought you might come out this way. How about a ride home?"
She shakes her head. "Thanks, but I like to walk."
"It's not safe for a pretty girl like you to be out alone at night. Especially in this neighborhood."
"Please, I just want to go home." Her feet seem to have grown roots in the ground. He's less than arm' length from her and she can't move. She tries but she can't make herself move.
"I'm offering you a ride."
"That's very kind of you, but it's really not necessary. I can walk."
"I know you can walk, but you don't have to."
"Do you want my purse? You can have it. There's eleven hundred dollars in the wallet. I got paid tonight. Take it. You can have it."
He laughs, and the sound makes her nervous. She glances to the side, wonders if she has any hope of out running him.
"I don't want your money, sweetheart."
She pushes off the ground, fearing with every step that she will fall. He's right behind her, pulling her down. She feels the ground rush up to meet her, and his weight holding her down.
"It didn't have to be this way, bitch."
She feels the bruising blow of his fist, and her head hits the ground with a deafening crack.
* * * * * * *
He leaves a tip on the table even though the waitress never had to do anything for him, and he heads for the door. The balmy night air threatens to choke him as he steps out the door. His car is parked around the side of the building and he has a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach.
It's a full moon, the kind of night the crazies come out, especially on this side of town. He has his keys in his hand already, but he sees something that makes his heart stop before he ever gets to the car.
Behind the building, he sees the shadow of a man, hitting something. Someone. One of the girls from the club. He recognizes her despite the blood.
He acts impulsively, jumping on the guy, throwing him off the girl, wrestling him to the ground. He gets his hands around the neck and slams the head against the pavement. Once, twice, three times. He can't stop.
The girl moans, and the miserable sound distracts him. He releases the guy and watches him fall limp. He doesn't bother to check for breath, he doesn't care if he has killed the creep. He feels no guilt or remorse, because men who take advantage of women like this don't deserve to take up space.
He kneels beside her and takes her wrist in his hand. Her pulse is weak, but it's there. He gets to his feet and reaches down to pick her up. She tries to shrink away from him, but she doesn't have the strength.
"It's all right," he says to her. "I'm going to help you."
"No…" She reaches up to touch his face.
"It's going to be all right." He carries her to his car and eases her into the back seat.
"No doctors," she moans. "No hospitals."
* * * * * * * *
Well, what do you think. Do you think you know who her savior is? Come on, leave a review. You know you want to, and you know I want you to ;) Take a second or two, just let me know you're out there. Thanks so much for reading!
