Yay! Chapter two! Man i am just cranking out these chapters.
Too many ideas swirling around inside my head and if i don't write em down fast enough they might drive me crazy!
So i hope you enjoy, review, fangirl, or do whatever your heart desires.
Chapter Two
It hurt. She didn't want to remember why it hurt, but the memories came to her unconscious mind unbidden. She had been running, her lungs gasping for oxygen as she pushed her body harder, knowing what would happen if she slowed. She remembered clearly the pain shooting up the back of her leg before she crumpled to the ground. Something had hit her. She looked around, and saw that it had been a fist sized rock. Gasping in pain, she tried to stand but her now injured leg would not hold her weight and she fell back to the ground. Realizing that they would be on her in seconds, she opened her mouth and let out a blast of air the ripped through the night, surprising herself and her attackers as a large hand smashed over her face cutting off the sound.
Gasping for air in a void of complete black she remembered her horrifying experience. What they had done to her. The hands over her mouth muffling her screams. Except here in the void her screams rang like a siren enveloping her in the sound, in the hope that someone would hear her, and save her.
Gaara jerked his head abruptly towards the sound of the screaming that had interrupted his deep contemplation. It wasn't as if Gaara was unused to screaming, having dragged the sound out of many people, it was simply unexpected and his sand jerked on reflex. It was around three in the morning and the girl on the other side of the room was no longer lying immobile. She was screaming and thrashing as if trying to escape the confines of her bed, as if the sheets themselves were trying to kill her.
He judged her convulsing form for a moment, considering her thrashing limbs and high pitched screams. He felt the urge to still her limbs with his sand and choke off her voice with its crushing force. He felt the need to see her blood spill onto the irritatingly white sheets.
Gripping his head to control not only his urges but those of his demon, Gaara used a tendril of sand to jab the button on the wall meant to call medics, before he could change his mind.
Within minutes a medic was in the room and quickly converged on the girl in an attempt to wake her. As soon as his hand, charged with green healing chakra, touched her, the girls eyes shoot open. The medic found himself on the floor in the blink of an eye; the unnamed girl had lashed out at him abruptly, kicking him away from her.
As soon as her eyes opened she knew that this man had not come to save her, he was going to hurt her some more. Instinct kicked in and her leg lashed out, getting the offending male away from her as quickly as possible. Panic constricted her throat as she looked at him. She didn't see a medic she saw a monster, coming towards her with every intention to make her suffer.
"No, no, no, no, no!" she cried rolling out of the other side of the bed as far away from the man as she could.
Gaara watched as the girl stumbled towards his side of the room, unaware of his presence.
The medic got to his feet and rushed towards the door "We need sedative in here!" he yelled into the hallway. He then attempted to approach the girl who shrank back further towards the window.
She couldn't breathe, her lungs gasping for air as they had when she was running from the men. She didn't know where she was. She felt her leg bump against something and ignoring the shooting pain grabbed the chair and hurled it at the oncoming man. Using the time granted by the distraction she glanced behind her and saw an open window.
She made her decision quickly, they weren't going to get her again, and she would rather escape or die.
The young man in the bed watched as the girl dashed towards the window, fear coming off her body in thick tangible waves. "She's going to jump" he realized, they were on the fifth floor, and with her obviously not being a shinobi, would not survive the fall in her condition.
Hands gripping the sill, she didn't need to prepare herself, fear drove her, drowning out any rational thought except that it was not happening again at any cost. She got her feet onto the sill under her and pulled herself so she was standing on the narrow ledge, looking out over the village.
She closed her eyes and jumped.
Into a wall of sand.
The medic pulled up short, aghast in horror at the sight of the golden red sand that suddenly rose up to stop the girl. He stood, staring in shock and fear as the sand threw the girl back into the room and onto the floor roughly, knocking her unconscious once more.
As he was paralyzed by fear two nurses rushed in, one holding a syringe and the other looking around frantically. Both stopped at the sight before them.
Gaara honestly didn't know why he did it. If she wanted to jump from the window he should have let her, she would have made a nice splatter of red on the hard street below. But he had thrust up his sand, halting her mid leap, and instead of wrapping it around her with brutal force; he had thrown her back into the room roughly.
The nurses and doctor had quickly gotten her back into bed, sedating her and locking the window securely along with the door. Gaara didn't miss or care about the looks they had sent him while going about doing this. They could look at him in disdain and fear as longs as they wished but all they would see is his impassive face, not betraying the slightest clue as to why he would save the girl.
When she opened her eyes again it was bright, unbearably bright, like the horribly florescent light given off by hospital bulbs.
"ugh" she groaned in a terrible attempt to annunciation her feelings about the offending light source.
The sedative was still sluggishly making its way through her system and left her mind and body slow. She felt as if the world was tipping slightly as she pushed herself into a sitting position. The plain sterile room before her was out of focus. Clutching her head and screwing her eyes closed she willed away the nausea, waiting a few minutes for the feelings of vertigo to abate and the world to steady.
After a while she attempted to open her eyes again. The light wasn't nearly as blinding as it had been, and she observed her surroundings, the sedative making her mind foggy. There was an IV hooked to her arm and she was sitting in a bed with crisp white sheets. The room was bare except for a window to her right and a few chairs along the outer edge of the room and by the bed.
"I'm in a hospital" she realized numbly, not really connecting the dots as to why she was there.
Hearing a rustling sound, her head slowly turned to the right, finally seeing the boy in the adjacent bed that her eyes had skimmed over in her initial observation. What struck her most was his shock of red hair; it stuck up at many different angles, that seemed untamed and wild, yet completely under control. If she wasn't so drugged up it would have seemed hilarious. Then she noticed the piercing green eyes locked onto her, glaring at her really. She started into them dumbly for a few moments before blinking.
She knew who this was, who the hell could have hair that red and eyes so distinctive? Plus, he had a giant tattoo in his forehead. She recognized this boy but couldn't put her drugged up finger on exactly who he was.
"Who are you?" she asked in a rough garbled voice. She felt stupid for asking, but her mind was not cooperating.
Gaara leveled the young woman with a deeper glare. How could she not know who he was? Judging from the complexion of her skin and other general features, he deduced that she was indeed from Suna. And anyone from Suna surely knew who he was.
All she got for an answer was an emotionless glare.
Huffing in frustration she lowered her body back into a laying position having just realized how hard it was to sit up and how sore her body was. Unconsciously she remembered what had happened and feeling much calmer, due to the drugs, she realized she had been rescued.
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes at the thought. Pressing her palms to her eyes she cried, she was safe, it was over. She had thought that she was going to die when they were done with her. She vaguely recalled waking briefly in that alleyway, wishing for death, only to pass out again. The tears flowed as she recalled the horrible ache she had felt. The ache for death.
Gaara watched the girl start crying. "Weak," he thought dismissively. The weak deserved to die. He narrowed his eye at the thought; he was trying not to think that way anymore.
After a while, one of the ever busy nurses came to check on the girl and was surprised to see her awake.
"Oh! You're up!" She exclaimed, "How are you feeling? Do you remember what happened? You were found in an alley on the eastern side of the village with extensive damage to your body."
The girl numbly nodded her head, not wanting to think about it.
"Good, no memory loss. A member of interrogation will be by later to question you about what happened." the brunette woman mumbled scribbling something down onto her chart. "Now, do you remember your name? There was no identification when you were brought in."
"M-Mori...Isakso" she mumbled, as if remembering her name was a stretch.
"Any immediate family we should notify?" the medic asked.
"No." There was no one, Isakso remembered, they were all dead. Her mother, her sister, and her father, all killed at separate times in her life, but dead all the same.
The nurse to a few seconds to scribble more down on her chart. "Well, Isakso-san, get some rest and we will bring some food in later after a closer examination. I'm sure you hungry right? "
Isakso frowned slightly, she wasn't hungry in the slightest, she actually still felt nauseous.
The nurse noticed. "Don't worry it'll pass and you'll be hungry later."
The nurse left, leaving Isakso alone, with the strange red haired boy and her thoughts.