Chapter Three
Kyrie woke to a blood curling scream and immediately she threw her clothes on and grabbed her baseball bat, running as fast as she could down the stairs and stopping suddenly as she was grabbed from behind. A small group of men were at the base of the stairs, snickering and helping themselves to some food they had found from the kitchen. Most of them looked like thugs, chains and leather wrist bands and denim jackets. One of them, a tall bald man with tattoos up his arms was holding Sen around the waist, pinning her arms to her side with one hand, and the other was on her face tightly, to prevent her from screaming, or enabling her to bite him.
"Look at this, Kev, another fish in our barrel!" The tall and thin, but surprisingly strong man that now restrained Kyrie in a similar fashion to Sen said. A short man with a greasy black crop of hair and a pair of ray-ban sunglasses turned to Kyrie with a grin.
"Looks like it. Tell me, since your friend wouldn't, who owns this little shag-pad?" Slowly the man that was holding Kyrie's mouth let it go.
"I do!" She barked with as much confidence and pride as she could muster. She wasn't really afraid, as she knew, if she tried, she could free herself and turn offensive. She glanced back at Sen though, who still struggled, fear and anger in her eyes.
"Excellent. Then we will kill you first." The man named Kev said. Kyrie's eyes lowered and she bared her teeth in a growl.
"Not if I can help it!" Suddenly her head crashed back against the man's who was holding her and he muffled a cry as blood erupted from his shattered nose. He staggered back, releasing Kyrie and clutching his badly broken nose. Kyrie steadied herself and turned to the other Four men that were glaring angrily at her.
"You'll pay for that!" Kev barked and the man standing closest to him lunged. Kyrie swerved as he missed her and quickly hammered him in the back, causing him to drop like a fly. She had accidentally pinched his spinal cord and he had fallen instantly unconscious. Seeing another about to attack, she quickly kicked the dead guy and he rolled away, out of further harm.
Besides Kev and the man holding Sen, there was only one other man left. He charged her, swinging a punch in her direction but she dodged it and fell to her hands, swinging her legs around and taking his legs out, causing him to crash hard to the marble floor. He groaned and attempted to sit up, but Kyrie was too quick and landed a kick to his neck, rendering him unconscious. She rolled him out of the way, with another kick and turned to Kev. Kev smirked to himself and armed himself with the baseball bat that had rolled towards him when Kyrie had dropped it when she had been grabbed.
"I think it's time to take matters into my own hands!" Kev growled, swinging the bat towards Kyrie. He had an extended reach now, making things difficult for Kyrie, but she managed to duck out of the way of the first blow. The second crashed into the marble floor, on a scarce moment after Kyrie had leapt out of the way. She lunged at him, ready to strike, but Kev's sudden speed shocked her, and the bat found it's mark on her left arm, sending her flying and landing against the wall. The initial attack had dislocated her arm, making it now, very difficult for her to win.
"Come on love. This won't hurt… Well not me anyway!" Kev snickered, turning in on Kyrie. She grumbled and cursed and stood up, letting her dislocated arm hang limp. She jumped a low swing and sung around, attempting to kick him, but he stepped back out of harms way causing her to stumble in the air, without the balance of her arm and she fell to the floor. Kev seized his opportunity and brought the bat crashing into her stomach, causing her to scream out in pain. Blood found its way into her throat and was causing her to choke, and she coughed, freeing it.
Kev wasn't satisfied yet and struck her again, in the chest, causing her to scream again. He struck her again, this time in the head and she didn't scream. She lay motionless, not moving, a small trickle of blood running the course of where the impact had broken the skin.
Kev raised the bat again, to finish the job, only the bat never came down when he tried to hit her. Kev stood confused for a moment before glancing over his shoulder. He screamed, suddenly terrified as a marble coloured fist struck his face, sending him flying, through the wall and far into the distance.
Cell released his one handed grip on the bat and it fell to the floor besides Kyrie who remained motionless, slowly bleeding. He stared for a moment, before slowly turning around. The other man and Sen were both staring in horror and shock, the man wimpering before dropping Sen, turning and making a run for the door. He got four paces, before a quick blast of energy turned him to ashes.
Sen fell on her knees, staring up at Cell, who turned to stare at her for a moment before turning back to Kyrie. He watched her for a few moments before to Sen's surprise, he knelt besides her.
"She has two broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and possibly a bad concussion." He stated coolly. Sen whimpered in fright and fear for her friend and the tyrant and simply watched. Cell scooped her up effortlessly in his arms and headed up the stairs slowly. After a bit of hesitation, Sen followed. Her loyalty to Kyrie won out over her fear of the tyrant.
"Warm soaked towels." Cell demanded, with out bothering with a thank you or a please. Sen turned and ran from the room, in relief of being away from Cell, and for an excuse to help Kyrie. Sen returned to find Cell in Kyrie's room, Kyrie laid out on her bed, Cell removing her shirt…
"Hey!" Sen yelled, suddenly finding a voice. Cell ignored her and threw the tattered shirt on the floor, leaving Kyrie with only her bra to cover her.
"You need not worry. I'm an android. I lack those urges. I'm simply inspecting the extent of her wounds." Cell stated as if it was obvious, ignoring Sen.
As the hour droned past, Cell had bandaged her chest and head after treating them as best he could and stared instead at the deep bruise that was developing on her lower belly from the first initial blow. He had been watching as she fought, thinking it admirable that one girl take on four men. It was disappointing when she had misjudged her attack though, and lost the use of her arm, falling. Her mistake.
He stood now, turning to leave, Sen who's confidence had steadily grown had moved to the other side of the bed, occasionally changing the warm damp cloth from her forehead. It was designed to relax her and prevent anything from happening and help her concussion. Sen watched for a moment as Cell headed towards the balcony. She knew he was leaving.
"Thank you." She whispered. Cell stopped and turned back.
"She disappointed me when she failed to stop those men today. Perhaps you could tell her so for me." Sen frowned a little upset at that.
"She tried though. Isn't that enough for you? She's not a super human, or an android like you. She's just a girl. She tried though…" Sen hung her head slightly and turned back to Kyrie. Cell simply walked to the balcony and opened his wings, taking to the afternoon air.