Steve's POV
I stared down at this young woman. She looked fragile, and her body was so thin. Her hands were dainty, and her figure was small. I placed her hand in the palm of mine, and I noted how hers were calloused, like mine. Though instead of her hands being rock hard like my own, hers were slightly soft. I was 6' 4". She must have been slightly taller than five feet.
I sighed sadly as I looked at her splint. She must have dropped from high up, because her lower part of her left leg broke in half. She had cuts and bruises all over her body from the fall through the tree limbs. How she survived I was baffled by. Could be the fact that the limbs broke her fall, and her being so light.
I lightly touched her bruised face, and I couldn't imagine the beauty she had before her death defying drop. Her face was smooth, and I could only imagine what color her beautiful eyes were. Women here are incredibly rare, just like any human. I sat down in the chair nearby, and I watched her, waiting for her to wake up.
Sirius's POV
I growled in frustration, and I punched the wall. I knew something went terribly wrong.
Be back in a few those words mocked me every time I thought of them. It was nearly dark, and she still wasn't home. I opened the front door, and I walked out into the bitter cold, following her footprints. I needed to find her, fast! Whoever hurt her will pay!
Steve's POV
I heard soft moaning coming from the young woman. I bolted up and hovered at her bed side. Her eyes were slowly fluttering, and then they burst open with fright. She let out the highest pitched, horrible scream I had ever heard. A scream drenched in fear, and pure horror.
Midnight's POV
I nearly hurled. I somehow managed to live, and now I'm here, in a man's bed. Men. All the men I have ever encountered raped, or tried to. Every single one. Even my father, and my own sibling. What's to say this man is not one? I felt tears well up in my eyes as I swiftly swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I bolted up-
"AHHHH!" I shrieked in pure agony. Unbearable, sharp and stabbing pain shot up my left leg. I crashed down into the floor in agony. I fought the pain, and I managed to stand up, and hobble slightly.
My left leg gave out again, and I felt strong arms grab me. I felt my tears stream down my face in despair as I squirmed. I felt his muscular arms completely wrap around me, and my arms. I could barely squirm because he had me so tight. I began to kick wildly in desperation, and I even landed a few crotch blows with my right leg. He grunted and loosened his grip for only a few seconds each time, but his grip would become tight again.
Steve's POV
What the hell did I ever do to this woman?! She was acting like I was going to kill her, or worse. She couldn't go out in the daytime, let alone the night! I hissed in pain as her good leg kicked me in the groin. If she kept this up, she might make me sterile!
"Calm . . . Down . . . Dammit!" I hissed in agony. I carried her to the bed, and I used both my arms to pin her to the bed, leaving her legs to kick at nothing.
Midnight's POV
He pinned my arms to the bed, and positioned himself out of the way of my legs. I struggled, and his grip only got tighter. I stopped moving all together, and I felt hot tears stream down my face.
"Please . . . don't hurt me." I sobbed. "Not like my dad did . . . please!" the horrible memories flooded my mind. All I need is for that to happen again.
I looked at his face with pleading eyes.
His grip slackened greatly, and he brushed my hair out of my face with one hand.
"Now who said I was going to hurt you?"
I felt my tears slow, but I was still scared. Men loved to lie. I sniffled, and I looked at him, he looked like he was honest, but I couldn't be so sure. He slowly and cautiously let my other arm go, and he waited to see if I was going to try to make another break for it. I just laid there, and I slowly sat up.
Now that I calmed down a little, my body condition slapped me in the face all at once. My arms were covered in bruises, and cuts. I could only imagine what the rest of me looked like.
My eyes trailed down to my legs, and my breath hitched in my throat. I had a splint on my left leg. When I tried to get away, I screwed up the splint, and my leg was slightly bent where it wasn't supposed to bend. I heard the man sigh.
"Looks like you screwed your leg up again." I numbly nodded while tears still trickled down my face. He positioned himself at the foot of the bed, right where my foot was.
"This is going to hurt." He sighed. He didn't have to roll up my pants leg, because he sliced it off while I was out cold. His hands lightly brushed my skin, causing me to visibly flinch. He sighed as he unraveled the bandages. Every touch from him made my skin jerk, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I was terrified of this man.
Sirius' POV
It was pitch black outside, but luckily I could see in the dark. I followed the foot prints, and they lead into the jungle. How stupid was she to venture into the jungle, where zombies and skeletons loved to hide under the huge trees?! She didn't even have Frosty with her! I growled in frustration, and I nearly took a stone block to throw into the nearest skeleton.
Midnight's POV
I hissed in agony when I felt a sharping and stabbing pain as he popped my bone back into position. I was careful to not even flinch because I didn't want my bone to pop crooked. He swiftly wrapped a new bandage around my splint, and he neatly tied it off.
"Th-thank you." I mumbled timidly. He stood up and I couldn't help but shrink away from his height. He basically towered over me. I felt myself quiver slightly in fear.
I could always stand up to a zombie, and creeper. Heck, I stood up to an Enderman, and forced him into my house! Men are a different story. All the ones I met did wrong, disgusting things to me. Forced me, used me, starved me, kept me in their house against my will for revolting reasons. Now he is keeping me in his house, against my will. God only knows what he's gonna do to me.
I felt a tear trickled down my face, my bottom lip quivering. I never cry, but I was so scared. I squeaked and jerked out of fear when I felt his hand touch my shoulder. He yanked his hand away, and he sighed sadly.
"What have I done to you?" I heard him sigh.
I blinked and it took me a few moments to find my voice.
"N-nothing." I barely whispered. I began to chew on my bottom lip, to stop the quivering.
"Then why are you so scared of me?"
I took a deep breath.
"I-I'm scared of men." I whispered.
"All they do is violate me . . . " I sniffled. "My father, my brother, every man I-I came in contact with. My mother never knew what my father has done to me before my father killed her." Tears were streaming down my face. "My brother helped my father, because he was a sick psycho, a-and I escaped one day, at the age of 17." I pulled my knees to my chest, even though my broken leg throbbed. I buried my face in my knees, and I felt uncontrollable sobs rake my body. I stiffened when I felt a hand gently place itself on my shoulder. It gave a gentle squeeze, and I felt the bed shift as he sat down next to him.
Steve's POV
My jaw nearly hit the floor. I didn't understand, but now I do. Her whole life, being abused in the worst way. All by men. I am a man, so all I did was revive those old memories. She fears me because she feels like she can't trust men. I can't blame her. Seeing her bury her face in her knees, sobbing hysterically, just tore my heart in two. I didn't know what to do. I placed my hand on her shoulder, and I gave it a gentle squeeze despite her tensing up. I sat down next to her.
"I'm sorry . . . I wish I could have helped you . . . "
That instantly ceased her sobbing. I smiled a little at the result. I frowned as she began to sob even louder. I honestly didn't know what to do.
Midnight's POV
"I'm sorry . . . I wish I could have helped you . . . "
Those few words instantly stopped my crying. Those words echoed and I was stunned. I felt my body fill with a whole new feeling. A mixture of hope, joy, and disbelief. I began to sob louder, not with fear, and sadness, but with joy. I heard him sigh, as his hand removed itself. I fought to hold back my sobs. I finally got myself under control, and I unburied my face, and looked at him with tear stained eyes.
"Th-thank you . . . " I said shakily. He seemed taken aback, shocked even. I have begun to trust this man. The first time I trusted a man since I was six years old.
"My name is Steve." He said calmly. He brought his hand out in front of me. I took his large hand in mine, and I gave it a firm squeeze.
"M-mine's Midnight." I whispered.
"Nice name." He complemented.
"You too . . . " I mumbled timidly as I let his hand go. I felt the bed spring back as he stood up.
"It would be best if you get some rest." He stated. I numbly nodded my head, and I wormed under the blankets.
"Th-thank you . . . " I murmured. He nodded his head as reply, and he put out a few of the torches to where we both could still see. I closed my eyes.
Sirius' POV
The faint scent of blood filled my nose. Not just any blood. Human blood. My heart sank. I don't know why I care so much for Midnight. She saved my life. I felt like I had to protect her, even if I would die in the process. I took a deep breath, and I located the source. I dashed toward the source, stopping frequently, smelling for the source. I looked around the dark, and my heart stopped. There was dried blood on the grass. No. Hell no! She better not have . . . Damn her! I sank to my knees, in disbelief. No, she had to be somewhere else. I spotted footprints, definitely not hers. New hope bubbled inside me. She could still be alive.
Midnight's POV
Snort Snort!
I felt pressure on my chest. I cracked open my eyes.
"AHH!" I shrieked when I saw a pig in my face.
"PORKY, GET OFF OF HER!" I heard Steve scream. The pig squealed at his booming voice, and he hopped off of me. I sat up, and I stared at the strange pig. He had a hat, and a scarf on him! How in the heck did he get those on him?!
"Sorry, he, uh, likes visitors." Steve said sheepishly.
"How did he get those-"
"He likes to wear them. Watch."
He swiftly removed the pig's hat and scarf.
"SQUEEEE! SQUEEEEE!" Porky squealed. Steve replaced the scarf and hat, and the pig hummed slightly. I smirked at them both. Maybe all men are not bad. Maybe there are good men out there.
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