The smell of cigarettes and alcohol seeped out of the thug's mouth as he talks closer to Yuna's face. The smell of his breath brought back horrible memories. She tries to push away from him, but this only angers him, drawing his knife closer to her neck.
"Think you're so tough, huh? Well think again, hussy." The thug hisses.
The man holding Toboe pulls him back further as he draws his knife to Toboe's neck. "Yea, boss. Show this bitch who's the man." His minion says. With his hand still covering Toboe's mouth and knife to his throat, he gleefully watches as his leader begins to grope Yuna.
"S-Stop! Let go of me!" Yuna yells, trying to rip off his wandering hands.
The thug only laughs. "That's right. Keep yelling, it only eggs me on." The thug then leads Yuna off of the bridge, towards the side of a building. The thug slams Yuna against the wall and pins her against it, slowly carssing his knife against her cheek. Out of nowhere, more than five men came from the otherside of the bridge, wearing thugish clothes and waving their weapons in the air with glee. One of them cups his hand around his mouth and yells, "Yo, boss! That the bitch you've been talking about."
Without turning his attention away, the thug yells back, "Yea, this is her."
His cohorts run over to their own. Their evil grins and eyes scanning Yuna from head to toe soon became more clearer up close. Yuna eyes begin to swell up in tears, the memories of her abusers were now tormenting her mind, the thug was obviously taking joy in this. One of them looks at the thug holding Toboe and says, "Who the hell is this? You didn't say the bitch had a kid."
Still with his attention on Yuna, the thug says, "Don't know, don't care. Kill him."
The thug brings his blade up against the skin of Toboe's neck. As Toboe tries to struggle away from the thug that held him, Yuna tries to push off the thug on her. "NO! DON'T!" she yells, "He's just a kid! Do whatever you want to me, but please, keep him out of this!"
The thug laughs, "Oh-ho, the little vixen finally breaks!" He looks away from Yuna and says to his cohorts, "Let the brat go." On cue, the thug lets go of Toboe, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him to the streets. Toboe exclaims in pain as his palms graze the street.
"Beat it, you little brat!" the thug yells.
Anger plastered Toboe's face as he struggles to get up.
"No, let go of her." he says calmly as possible, trying to still the tremor in his voice. The entire group laughs out loud at Toboe's feigned courage, they could see his legs shaking like warm butter. "I mean it. If you don't let go, I'll... I'll."
Before any of them could insult him, Yuna yells to Toboe, "It's alright, Toboe. I can handle this. Just go somewhere close, I'll see you soon." she says with a smile, even with tears falling from her eyes.
"No, I'm not going to leave you here like..."
"Toboe, do as I say. Please." Yuna asks. Yuna winks at him, meaning she had something hidden in her sleeves. She didn't know if Toboe understood it, but either way, he reluctantly ran away from them, crossing the bridge and picking the basket of flowers up as he runs.
Once Toboe was out of sight, the thug and his gang members turn their attention back to Yuna.
"Now... where were we?" The thug says as he traces his knife from her face, all the way do to her thigh. The coldness of the blade hitting her bare skin causes her to shiver.
"Damn, boss!" One of the thugs exclaims, "You's was right, she really is a smoking hot babe."
"Yea... hope the boss is done with her quick." One thug said to the other, causing the one who listen to laugh.
"Now, now boys." The thug teases, "You'll have to be patient. Cause I'm going to spend some quality time with this one." he says as he plays with one of Yuna's buttons on her shirt with his knife. Every second that past, Yuna felt her muscles tighten up. She wanted to vomit from the smell of all of them, they reeked of cigarettes, alcohol, and sweat. Yuna swallows her pride and cooks up fresh tactics.
Yuna, gently taking hold of the tip of the knife, staring up at the thug with a seductive gaze and smile. Yuna then says with a submissive tone, "But why must we have them...?" Allowing her to brush the knife away, Yuna slowly runs her hands up his built chest, all the way to his cheeks.
"...All I want... is you." she says seductively. The thug became instantly entranced by her seductive change of pace, dropping the knife on the ground.
"...I know how guys like you like women who play hard to get. I may have... taken it too far." Scotching closer to the front of him, Yuna runs her leg against the side of his. "I think about that deadly handsome face of yours, and those... manly arms and solid chest of yours all night..." Slowly unbuttoning the top three buttons of her shirt, she bushes them back, allowing her cleavage to show. "It makes me all hot and bothered, and now I can't take it anymore." she says in a begging tone. Sweat now began to form on the brow of the thug. He couldn't control his breath, or stop the butterfly feeling in his stomach.
Yuna gently takes hold of his collar and pulls him with her as she leans up against the wall. The thug holds himself up with the palm of both of his hands on the wall, close to Yuna's head. With cheeks redder than ever, Yuna leans close to his ear and whispers, "Don't worry of being rough... I love rough."
A smirk grows on the thugs face, "Now that's more like it." he says, Yuna giggles softly.
Yuna runs her hand down from his collar, down to the button of his pants. Yuna, teasingly, unbuttons it and slowly unzips his pants. The thug nibbles on Yuna's neck, his breathing down her neck sends shivers down her spine. As the thug goes to unbutton the rest of her shirt, bringing her lips close to his ear, Yuna whispers "...Fooled you."
Pushing him away, she slashes at the thug's neck with her nails, tearing flesh and sending a rain of blood to the ground. The thug flys backwards, hitting the ground. The thug wraps his hands around his throat, grunting and lightly moan barely as he rolls around on the ground.
"BOSS!" One of the thugs yell.
The rest watches as their leader slowly bleed to death, with Yuna brushing her coat. "I should have done that forever ago..." she mutters. The thug's cohorts looked at Yuna in shock. Yuna was looking back at them with a hateful look.
Another pulls out a butterfly knife and charges at Yuna, "You bitch! You'll die for that." The five others follow his league. Yuna chuckles tauntingly as she charges at them, with a blood chilling cry.
The she-wolf leaps out of the way of his attack. With him exposed, she leaps at his neck, in her wolf form, and bites down onto his jugular deep, causing blood to spray out as she lands him to the ground. Yuna bits down harder, feeling the crack of his neck, blood spraying from the wound. Yuna then eyes the other thugs, who were now shaking in their shoes, one had urinated himself. Yuna growls angrily at the thugs with blood dripping from her mouth, loudly barking at them, making them flinch at each bark.
"Dude, this bitch is a monster! Screw this!" The thugs yell as they high tailed it out of there. Yuna, drunk on anger, chases after them. Catching up to one of them, she jumps onto his back, causing him to trip and fall on his face. Yuna then swiftly bites into the thugs jugular, deep and hard. Ignoring the thugs plea for his life, the thug's screaming was soon silenced as Yuna bites down deeper and rips out his throat. Raining blood soaked her blonde fur.
In the distant, the other screams could be heard. Yuna chuckles silently in her mind as she walks off of the dead thug. Now in her human form, Yuna, with blood covering parts of her face and on her coat, she inhales in deeply and yells, "THAT'S RIGHT, YOU GODDAMN PIGS! RUN LIKE THE COWARDS YOU ARE! NOW NEVER COME BACK IN THIS TOWN AGAIN!"
Standing back up straight, Yuna gains back her senses. Eyes of hate soon became empathy as she slowly turns around and saw the dead thugs behind her
The thug she killed's neck had been torn out, his face and the upper part of his back was covered with blood. He had a terrified expression on his face. Yuna gasps, covering her hand over her mouth as she backs into the wall of the building behind her. Small squicking escaped her mouth as tears formed in her eyes. Falling to her knees, Yuna breaks down into tears. "I... I did this? N-No. I couldn't... I couldn't have. I'm not a killer. I'm not a..." Yuna interrupts her sentence tasting the blood that was in her mouth. Removing her hand from her mouth, she looks at her hand in shock. Her hand was covered in blood as well, with bits of flesh clinging under her fingernails.
Eyes wide, Yuna screams in terror. Her scream echoed off in the distant. No doubt someone from the city heard the screams. Crying and hyperventilating, Yuna was siting in a fetal position, covering her head with her bloodstained hands. Yuna begged for someone to come help her, but at the same time, she didn't want someone to see what she has done.
She didn't know how long she sat there, it felt like hours. Sitting there, looking over the deed that she has done, Yuna becomes sick to the stomach.
Like a wish come true, Yuna heard footsteps approaching fast. Her shaking legs prevented her from getting up, even as she tries to push herself, she soon lost the will. Giving up, Yuna brings her legs to her chest and digs her face into it. No longer caring what might happen, as she heard someone approach. Yuna still refused to look as she heard the steps get closer to her. She caught the scent though, it was the scent of strong alcohol. The steps stop in front of her, her muscles tighten up, waiting for judgement to hit, but the hits or yelling never came. Instead, she heard the voice of a old man.
"Hey, girl! You all right! What happened here!?" Slowly looking up, Yuna saw an old man, wearing a unbutton trench coat and a dark hat. Underneath it, he wore a blue uniform, with gold medals on it, and a rifle he had strapped to his side. Next to him, he had a beautiful black furred dog, looking at Yuna with a curious look. The old man reached his hand to Yuna, but Yuna just stares at it, still with tears streaming down her face.
"Come on, girl. Take my hand." The man smelled like someone set a tavern on fire, no doubt that her came from a bar. Nevertheless, Yuna takes his hand and allows him to pull her up.
"What happened to you?" he asks. Looking among the dead bodies behind, seeing the blood that covered her, it lead to one logical conclusion. "What happened here? Answer me!"
Yuna, still in shock, remained quiet. Only looking away, avoiding eye contact with him at all cost. "Damn it, girl! I don't have all day! Tell me what happened?" he yells in frustration. Yuna flinches to his loud voice, whimpering as she tried to walk away from him. The old man grabs her by the arm tightly, tightening his grip as Yuna tried to pry it off.
"You're not going anywhere till you tell me what happened." Something with in Yuna snaps. Taking a deep breath, Yuna's face twists in anger. "I killed them!" she yells at the top of her lungs. The old man's eye widened to her answer. Yuna continues to try to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let go. Memories of her early childhood began to overshadow her logic thought, reliving the abuse and torture.
"Let go of me! Don't hurt me! Please, I'm sorry! Don't hurt me anymore! I'm sorry!" She yells in between sobbing. Yuna collapses to her knees, her grief felt like heavy weights on her shoulders. She began to breath hysterically as she breaks down into tears. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry." she whimpers over and over. The old man, feeling pity for her, kneels down to her and says, "Hey, kid. It's all right, I'm not going to hurt ch'a."
Letting go of her arm, he wraps his hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her breathing.
Yuna looks up at the old man. For a split second, his face was the shear image of his savior. The tender eyes, the loving smile, his gruff appearance, she saw it all. In her blind vision, Yuna embraces the old man and hugs him tightly, burying her face in his chest.
"Please, don't leave... I don't want to be alone again, Grandfather... Please don't leave."
The old man, startled by her title for him, decides to play along and hugs the crying girl, gently rubbing her back.
"Hey now, it's all right. Stop crying." he says tenderly with his horsed voice.
His dog walks up to Yuna and licks her exposed cheeks. Yuna turns and looks at his dog, reaching over and gently pets the dog behind the ear. His dog was leaning its head into her hand, obviously enjoying the attention. Yuna laughed softly at the cuteness of the dog. Yuna finally calmed down, only hiccuping and tears stains remained. Still holding on to her, the old man helps her on her feet. Yuna looks directly into his eyes, feeling embarrassed that she mistaken him for her grandfather and acted the way that she did, her cheeks were bright red as she pulls away from him and apologetically bows.
"I'm... I'm really sorry, sir. I didn't mean..." Her sentence is cut off by the old man.
"Enough of that..." he says. Yuna looks back at him as he continues, "Look, I don't know what happened here, and I don't believe a girl like you did this... but you're going to tell me everything. Understand?" he saids in a serious tone. Yuna was startled at first, but she simply nods her head and says, "A-Alright."
The old man nods his head.
"Here is not the best place though..." The old man lightly grabs Yuna's arm and leads her. "...Hey, do you drink?" he asks.
"Do I drink...? Um, no, not often."
"Hmm, well then, today you do."
The old man lets go of Yuna's arm, trusting that she would walk with him. Walking along with him, she begins to fiddle with her fingers as she ask, "So, what's your name?" The old man looks at her and says, "...Quent. Quent Yaiden. And you?"
"Oh, I'm... I'm Yuna."
"Hmm, Yuna? That name means "Snow Flower". A very pretty name." Yuna blushes to the compliment. She couldn't help but notice his attention was now directed at her chest. "One thing though..." he says.
"What?"
"You... might want to button up your shirt." Yuna looks down, remembering her exposing cleavage. She sheepishly buttons up her shirt. Her face had become bright red with embarrassment. "And, we might want to clean up the blood on you too."
"Why is he so calm? I just hope he's not a perverted human." Yuna says in her thoughts. Something in her told her to run, but she ignored the gut feel and decides to trust him.