I've read over the previous chapter and realized that I accidently switched from third person POV to first person POV, oops, sorry about that if you noticed. I'll correct it eventually.
The two punks moved closer to the bound boy, smirking as they held him down. It took only the sight of one of them moving their hand under the young boy's shirt for K-Lyn to snap and lunge at the punks.
Blood spurted out of the closest one's mouth and nose when she punched him in the face, sending him to the asphalt before he knew what happened. Swirling quickly to her left, K-Lyn went after the second punk, who stood on guard now, his surprise giving way to anger. He was ready when K-Lyn lunged and made as though to punch him, but he didn't expect her attack with the knife.
In her left hand K-Lyn held her pocketknife, its cool steel blade gleaming once as it glided to the punk's skin. A slashing motion and the punk backed away in agony, his hand clutching his lower abdomen close to his inner thigh. Not pausing for a second, K-Lyn punched the punk in the face with her right fist, causing him to fall to the asphalt as well.
Lips pursed, eyes narrowed she glared at the fallen punks, boys no older than sixteen, who, while unconscious, looked more pathetic. Gripping her pocketknife tighter, she stepped closer to the punks, her eyes gleaming with wild hatred. Hatred that blinded her so that she lunged at the unconscious punks, motioning as though she'd stab them both furiously.
However, a muffled cry from behind her broke her irrational anger—the young boy she rescued was still bound and gagged. Turning around K-Lyn went to the bound ten-year-old, who seemed wary and relieved at the sight of her. In one swift motion, K-Lyn used her pocketknife to sever the ropes that bound the kid's arms and legs, and then did the same to the gag.
Free from his bonds the boy backed away from K-Lyn, and tried to stand, but he was trembling too much and his limbs felt weak.
"Careful…maybe you should relax for a sec." K-Lyn changed her tone to one a person acquires when comforting a child who had a nightmare. Hesitantly she placed her hand on the boy's long black hair, and gently stroked it, a caress that soothed the boy. It was now that she noticed the bruise on the side of the boy's face and the bump on his head. Those punks did this.
"…thank you…." The boy looked up at K-Lyn, his eyes shining with trust and gratitude. "Thank you for saving me."
"Don't mention it. I should get you home; your parents must be worried about you."
"…I don't have parents only my brother."
"You're an orphan?" K-Lyn's eyes softened when the boy nodded, and she wrapped her arms around him in a warm hug, feeling her own pain over the boy's—she was as good as an orphan herself; hell, it's been five years, she could truly be one. "What's your name?"
"Mokuba; Mokuba Ka—" The boy collapsed in K-Lyn's arms before he could give his full name, his skin pale.
"Shit." Her eyes widened and she tried to get the boy to regain consciousness. Failing at that, she looked around wildly, wondering what to do when she saw one of the unconscious punks stirring. After laying the boy, Mokuba, whom she held in her arms, on the asphalt, she went over to the awakening punk and knocked him out again, so that she'd have time to think.
I can't move him if I don't know the extent of his injuries. K-Lyn chewed on her bottom lip and furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at the unconscious Mokuba. She needed to call an ambulance, and for that she needed a phone—something she didn't have since stealing one from a store wasn't as easy as stealing food. Of course!
Quickly she turned back to the two punks, and rummaged her hand through their pockets—if they had kidnapped the boy for ransom; they'd have a phone or money on them. Sure enough, she found a cell phone in the first punk's jean pocket, completely charged.
"Idiots, you should've stuck with using payphones, the police can easily track a cell phone." K-Lyn shook her head and then glanced back at Mokuba, only then realizing that she didn't know what street they were on. Damn, I can't leave him alone those two might wake up. "But then again…." A sly grin spread to her lips as she eyed the cut rope laying on the alley blacktop.
Two minutes later she had the punks tied up tightly, and had dialed the hospital to send an ambulance. Before the ambulance arrived, she made sure to untie the punks—she didn't want to make any trouble for herself—and put the cell phone back in the one punk's pocket. However, the ambulance was there before she could leave to avoid questions, and since she looked so thin, they brought her to the hospital as well.
"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not sick or anorexic?" K-Lyn nearly growled at the nurse who insisted on giving her a physical, and kept asking where her parents were.
"You have to be something, you're five feet five, and weigh only eighty-eight pounds. You don't have any fat on your body, only muscle—so don't try to convince me nothing's wrong."
"I'm not sick or anorexic."
"Oh really?"
"Really; excuse me; because I'm leaving now, I've had enough of this hospital." K-Lyn stood and left the room before the nurse could protest, and walked briskly down the hall until she found the room where Mokuba rested. Seeing him lying so still on the hospital bed with the intravenous tubes bound to his wrist, K-Lyn's breath caught in her throat and her heartbeat increased.
It was so much like before, the lights, the young boy lying still on the bed, the very layout of the room reminded her of a time, five years ago, when her brother landed in the hospital after a serious accident. No older than ten at the time, her brother never regained consciousness, only lain there on the hospital bed unresponsive, tubes going through his arms and nose.
Numbness filled her body at that memory, leaving her oblivious to her surroundings—she had to convince herself that it wasn't like before, the child, Mokuba, wasn't injured fatally.
"I want to see my brother, what room's he in?" A gruff voice broke through K-Lyn's thoughts, and she turned her gaze to see a young man, maybe around his mid-teens, barely waiting for the doctor to answer him before swiftly enter the room to which the doctor pointed.
K-Lyn felt her heart rate increase as her eyes drunk up his appearance—short brown hair, and blue, angry eyes that scowled at everything. He didn't notice her as he brushed by her into the room where Mokuba rested, nor did he notice that the doctor wanted to speak to him.
That must be his brother. K-Lyn gazed into the room at him sitting by his brother's hospital bed; in his haste the brown haired teen forgot to shut the room door, and K-Lyn felt compelled to watch them. On an impulse, she stepped inside the room door, remaining completely silent as she watched the older teen touch the younger boy's black hair gingerly.
Moving her gaze to the teen's blue eyes K-Lyn saw the tenderness and worry in them as the teen continued staring at his brother.
"Mokuba…." K-Lyn heard the teen whisper as he blinked his watery eyes and trembled almost unnoticeably. However, the next moment the tremble left, his eyes narrowed and filled with anger, and his lips pursed into a rigid line. Face rigid from rage, the teen turned away from the bed and toward the door where he saw K-Lyn standing.
Please review. Right now I'm trying to decide pairings for some of my other stories, so if you have any couples that you want to see tell me in your review (doesn't have to be Yu-Gi-Oh related, but must be of an anime/manga I know. Check my profile for what shows I watch.)