Her scream is loud and shapeless but with an unmistakable familiarity, he moves quickly, the small door to his room breaks apart as it smashes into the wall, his feet carry him as fast as they can, each second is precious and potentially fatal to the poor being that screamed in such a sorrowful way, the innkeeper glares angrily at his rampaging customer but doesn't move out from behind the large wooden desk, each step takes him closer to a fate he never wished for and a love he never dreamed of, as his foot leaves the last step of the entrance to the inn, the smell smacks him strongly and sweetly, it's her blood, it hits him that he's failed again but he still keeps on moving, various sizes of children play in the streets with adults attempting to sell any number of crops or items, but they are of no importance.
The smell grows stronger with each step, he refuses to slow down but he begins to take notice of his surroundings, the town is built oddly, it's essentially two lines one directly parallel of the other, each with a dozen or so cheaply and less then sturdily built businesses and homes. Still running, he passes building after building with the smell growing stronger and stronger with each step, finally he suspects that he's reached the source of the scream and the bloody smell, it's a large tavern, the top part of the building seems to lean forward in an attempt to devour anyone foolish enough to try to enter, he realizes that can't be the case and rushes past the swinging doors. Several large burly men stand in the middle of the bar in various states of undressed around a beaten, broken and naked form, the stools, chairs and tables all moved into a corner, each of the men turn to face their unexpected interruption.
"Wanna turn?" The obvious leader asks, his brown pants in a mess around his ankles and a sweat covered wife-beater clinging to his chest, likewise, what remains of his black hair clings sweatily to his head, he tips his head back slightly and begins to collect saliva, but he doesn't have a chance to unleash further humiliation on the broken being on the ground as before he can even realizing what's happened, his face begins to fall into his hands, the acid acts quickly and a single quickly delivered punch to the chest ensures that none of it falls onto his victim, the six other men stare as the acid further devours the face of their leader and finally begins to eat through the wooden floor. The smallest of the group, an overweight red haired man tells the others to run for it, the broken form on the ground releases a whimper which guarantees them each of them a violent death, they all scream, they all bleed, but most importantly, they all die.
After searching in vain for something large enough to wrap her in within the bar for several minutes, he gives up and grabs the clothing off the largest of the six, as he approaches her, his heart sinks, each part of her is covered in a bruise, a cut or something altogether worse, her pale skin seems to scream that she'd be rather of dead, her raven hair is tangled, dirty and bloody, the monsters that did this will never pay as much as they should, but who is he to judge? He's a monster himself, Gently, he grabs her by the shoulder and leans her forward, using his other hand he slips the shirt onto her, it's much too large, of course, her and three exact clones of her could fit in it without straining the material, but it covers her and it will help keep her warm, the pants prove more difficult as he struggles to find a way to do it that wouldn't seem like further crimes against her, finally, he finds a way and after once again surveying the death and destruction he's caused, he slides his hand under her head and his other hand under her knees and lifts, she's unbelievably light, he pulls her closer to him as he walks out the door.