Game of Thrones: Unwanted Attention
Chapter 11 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Now onto the story.
Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 11
Arya smiled lightly to herself as she walked down the street, she was heading to Gendry's house in Flea Bottom, having just got off the bus at King's Landing. It was still a bit of a walk, no bus service actually going to Flea Bottom. But Arya didn't mind, it was actually a peaceful evening so she had a chance to walk and simply relax.
'Urgh, that freak, Kevan Frey, I'm getting sick fed up with his pathetic views on me and women in general.' She thought angrily. 'I ought to...whoa, okay, calm down, I'm going out to spend an evening with Gendry, it's a good time, just relax and enjoy it.'
Reassuring herself she crossed the street and continued on her way. There was nobody about, but that didn't worry her. At least not until she passed an alleyway and suddenly she was grabbed and dragged into it.
"Hey, what the fu-MRUGH!?" She cried out silenced by a hand clamping over her mouth.
She struggled frantically until she was slammed against the wall. She grimaced, trying frantically to regain her equilibrium, figure out what was going on. She could make out a single attacker, clad all in black, hiding his face.
"You're mine, girl." He snarled, his voice oddly muffled. "You'll get what's coming to you."
She struggled in his grip, but he responded by roughly shoving her against the wall again and Arya growled and refused to just give up, still struggling.
'Who the fuck is this guy, urgh, I need to...' She thought desperately.
She had a nasty suspicion as to what he wanted.
Sure enough, much to her horror, he began tearing at her clothes, forcibly removing her jeans and tearing her shirt.
"Stop struggling; it'll be much easier on you if you just accept it." The man growled to her.
But Arya refused to do so; her adrenaline kicked in and she forced herself to react, relying purely on her instincts. Before he could finish his attempt to rape her, the man screamed in agony, Arya had bit down, hard, on the hand covering her mouth and also lashed out, managing to scratch his face.
While capable of much more, she knew what she was doing and was glad to note the blood under her fingernails. Before he could recover, with Arya recovering much quicker, she delivered one final blow, kneeing him in the groin, before running for her life, trying desperately to fix her badly damaged jeans and hold her badly torn shirt together.
Her heart was pounding and the adrenaline still surged through her, urging her onwards, desperate to reach her destination.
The frantic knocking at his door startled Gendry; he had been expecting Arya to arrive of course, but for the knocking to be as frantic as it was, that wasn't normal. A feeling of foreboding struck him as he hurried to answer the door.
"Hello?" He began as he answered, then his eyes widened. "Arry!"
She stood on his doorstep, shivering, clutching at her badly torn clothes, she had a split lip and a the beginnings of bruises. Her eyes were wild and frantic and Gendry realized, to his horror, that his worst nightmare, her parent's worst nightmare had come true.
"C'mon, let's get you inside." He said quickly.
But as he reached for her she stepped back.
"Don't touch me!" She cried. "There might...there might be evidence on me, I don't want to contaminate it."
He bit his lip, amazed at how clearly she was thinking things through; suddenly it made sense. It was still horrific, but not as bad as he had feared. At the very least she hadn't actually been raped, but someone had attacked her, had tried to do so.
Stepping back to let her in, he asked. "What exactly happened, are you…?"
"I'll, I'll be okay, I'm sure. I just..." She began.
She then took a breath and began telling him exactly what happened.
When she finished Gendry was wide-eyed.
"Gods, that's...shit, thank the Gods you got away okay." He gasped. "You fought him off?"
She nodded. "Yeah, it worked at least..."
She was calming down now for that he was glad.
"Listen, we need to call the police and an ambulance maybe, get you checked over."
She didn't dispute this, merely nodding and Gendry quickly made the call; still shocked and worried by the dangerously close call his girlfriend had just received.
End of chapter, now things take a drastic turn, read and review please.
