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A Fall From Above	By : Poem Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 25239 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Apologies for the beginning of this short little chapter. Really wanted to get to the end and I think that kinda shows.

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“What is wrong with you?”

Carth had to fight to keep his breathing even as he spoke through clenched teeth. He wanted to shout, to scream and rail at her, to let his rage talk for him. He wanted there to be more people to fight, a whole damn brigade to war against until all of his anger was spent. But he spoke low, his voice as close to even as he could manage.

Rinna looked up at him with wide, bright eyes, dark like sapphires. She seemed surprised. Frightened, even. Good. God, let her have some reaction. Let her understand how fucking serious this was.

He'd gotten stuck at the damn bar. The moment that twi-lek had sidled up to him, he'd known she was going to be a problem. She'd chatted with him as he waited for his drinks, flirted, teased, and even cornered him against a booth to keep him from picking them up. It was as he politely attempted, once again, to disentangle himself from the eager, if a slightly tipsy, woman, that he'd seen the booth – and the empty seats.

Where was Rinna? He'd spun sharply, doing a quick survey of the room, searching for her amongst the crowd. Had she slipped onto the dance floor? Found another party to join? Or had she done something a little more . . . well . . . stupid? Carth had scanned the room, trepidation slipping through his veins as he searched in vein. Where was she?

Then he'd found her. Her screams had brought him out the side door, the cool night air swirling around him, the sound of the twi-lek still cussing after him. His breath had stopped. She was pinned against the opposite wall, her delicate shoulders shaking under the arm at her throat. There had been real terror in her eyes, staring up at the brute that held her pinned, feeling the pinch of a pistol at her side. No, not just a pistol. A Ripper.

He'd moved forward without thinking, his blaster drawn from the hip, ready to fire, aimed at the back of the man's neck. His finger had been right there, on the trigger, when he saw the other man drawing his own blaster.

Carth spun, aiming without sighting, and fired before the kid even had a chance aim. The shot took him in the side, nonlethal, but painful nevertheless. The officer had been prepared to gun down the mercenary, but not this youth, not until he proved to be deadly. He had his eyes back on the merc before the kid had fallen, lining up his shot again. But the brute had his eyes on him now, his weapon drawn. He needed to shoot first.

A third figure detached itself from the shadows, struggling up from the ground with a pained expression. This one was older, and meaner by the looks of it. He had a blaster out already, a grim smile lighting up his lips as he took his shot. It missed, but only barely. Carth fired back, three quick shots, then turned back to the merc, who seemed to have his attention on Rinna again. The pilot took a shot, hitting him in the shoulder, forcing him to release the woman, before he was forced to turn his attention back to the other man.

This one wasn't as quick as the kid had been. He was wily, more so than he looked, and obviously didn't like to play at guns. The first opportunity the thick man saw, and he had then locked fist to fist. It was a hard fight, bitter. Punching, hitting, biting, choking, raw and unmatched, anything to win the fight. The man's nose was already broken, and Carth used that to his advantage, hitting it every chance he got, spreading the blood across his face until he couldn't see. He had the upper hand now, his weight holding the man down, his blows raining hard on him.

That was, until the boy had crashed into him, throwing him back to the ground.

The fight blurred in his mind. There hadn't been thought or planning to it – only a raw need to win, at any cost. He'd fought dirty, he'd hit hard, but the kid was fast. He'd been too lost in that fight to notice the thick man towering over him, until he'd wrenched him up by his shirt.

That was when he finally caught sight of Rinna again. She buried a knife into his back, bared her teeth at him, and then they were at it, and he had to turn his attention back to the kid.

He thought he had him pinned, one knee crushing at his throat. A few moments longer and he would pass out. But he was more slippery than he expected. His legs caught him around his shoulders, dragging him off with an odd kind of grace, and Carth tumbled back, reaching back to catch himself before he hit the ground – only to feel a familiar weight against his hand.

He was on his feet in seconds, his blaster drawn, sighting down the kid. He had Rinna by the hair, pulling her up as she gasped for breath. He didn't hesitate this time. He buried three shots in the kid's back before he had a chance to do anything awful.

Then he'd waited while Rinna searched for the merc. His breath had come in short, sharp waves as he struggled to calm himself from the fight. Adrenaline still pumped powerfully through his veins, his hands shook, his heart raced. There had been a genuine fear in him when he started this fight. Not for him, but for his companion. He could still see the massive arm dwarfing her small frame, could still see the Ripper biting into the delicate skin covering her ribs under the thin layer of clothing. Could still see the fear flashing in her blue eyes.

He took a deep, slow breath. Then another. The fight had always held a touch of excitement for him, a primal, masculine need to show strength. He couldn't remember feeling that in this fight. All he could remember was that flash of fear, and the all consuming need to win.

When she'd turned to him with that cocky grin, talking to him, no, joking with him, as if they were still back in the cantina, he'd lost what thin grip he'd had on his control.

"What is wrong with you?"

He could feel how big his hands were on her delicate shoulders. He didn't dwarf her the way the merc had. She wasn't a small girl. But he could feel her shrinking back from him, shrinking away from the anger radiating off of him in waves.

“Onasi-” she started, but he shook her, cutting her off. Her toes barely touched the ground, he was pinning her so hard against the wall. He could feel where his fingers bit into her flesh. The way the blaster had. The blaster that could have killed her. That would have killed her. Dead. A Ripper was a butchers tool, meant to shred you from the inside. No one survived any shot from a weapon like that. It was a brutal thing, would take you apart like a doll.

She . . . like a doll . . .

“What is wrong with you?” he hissed again, his voice shaking, cracking. Once he started talking, he couldn't stop. “What were you doing out here? What in god's name could have been so important for you to go somewhere, with strangers, without me? What couldn't wait for 2 more minutes for me to get back?” His hands were shaking now, he had to set her down or he'd drop her. “Do you realize what almost happened here? Do you realize what would have happened here if I hadn't shown up? Those men would have taken you. They would have taken you god knows where to do god knows what, and then they would have sold you to the highest bidder. They would have sold you like a piece of meat, and I would have been left, with no idea what happened to you, or where you went, or how to find you. They would have taken you and I would have been . . .” “Alone.”

And then words failed him.

Rinna's eyes were still huge, wide and bright. But not with fear. She looked like a child. Surprised. Pure. Almost innocent. Like a little kid staring up at a shooting star. It was a strange thought to pass through his head, but he couldn't make heads or tails of any of his thoughts right now.

For a long few moments, they stood like that, Rinna staring up at him and Carth standing over her, hands held limply on her arms. They were already starting to bruise.

Then, she moved, ever so slowly, like she was afraid she would scare him. The pilot kept his eyes on hers, watching a strange play of emotions as she reached her hand up to touch his cheek. Her hand was warm. Wet. Sticky. There was blood on it.

She leaned up, to the very tips of her toes, so slowly, watching his eyes, searching them, as if searching for permission. And when he didn't pull away, she kissed him.

It wasn't like her other kisses. There was no fire, no passion in this. There was no fun or laughter or lust behind it. She kissed him delicately, pressing her lips against his as you might dab a rag on a wound. Her other hand came up, to mirror the first on his cheek, and she cradled his face in her bloody hands and kissed him, sweet and tender.

Her voice was a whisper as she pulled away.

“I'm so sorry, Carth.”
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