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Broken	By : MysticDarkness13 Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 4180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Here’s the second chapter. I didn't receive any reviews. Pretty sad. I really hope there are reviews next time. I would really like to see some feedback, otherwise how will I know if I should bother continuing! Thanks for reading, please review.

Recap: He stopped. So concerned with his thoughts and making sure she was alright he’d made it home faster than he thought he could; though he hadn’t realized he was heading there to begin with. He looked down at her he wanted to ask, but he was more than sure that she wouldn’t be able to walk on her own; he frowned and hurried inside the building. He hoped no one was out right now…
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Once inside he glanced around. He couldn’t take the elevator to his floor, he’d get blood on the buttons since she was covered in it and he felt it on his hands. He looked down at her once more, she felt like she wasn’t breathing at all. He hoped she hadn’t…He rushed ahead to the stairwell. The third floor wouldn’t be far, he hoped he had time. He pushed the door open with his back, and hurried up the stairs. By the time he made it to the third floor his breathing was deeper; he rushed to the door of his apartment and silently cursed. His keys were in the jacket she was wearing, in the zipped pocket. He couldn’t get them without putting her down. He looked around and slowly lowered her to the ground he let her legs rest on the floor and her torso was against his chest.

He unzipped the pocket and wiped his hands on his pants before he reached up to unlock the door. Glancing around, he left the keys in the door and lifted her up again. Once inside, he rushed to the bedroom and fumbled to turn on the lights he gently laid her on the bed and left the room. He had to make sure there wasn’t any blood on his door. He wiped both his hands on his pants and hurried to the door. There was a smudge on the doorknob and some on his welcome mat. He let out a sigh of relief. He’d never seen a use for it in an apartment building but at the moment he was highly grateful to his mother to have it there. He wiped the blood off of the knob and pulled the mat in. He grabbed his keys out of the door then closed and locked the door behind him.
Rushing back to the bedroom, he turned on the lights on his way there. She was lying in the same spot. He went to her and helped her into a sitting position. “Hey, come on”
She made a small noise.
He let out a breath of relief “I’m going to try and clean you up okay? Can you sit upright?”
Her eyes opened slightly and closed again, she nodded.
He slowly let her go making sure she could, she swayed slightly. He could tell it was hard for her, but it would keep her awake.
He left and went into the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet. He pulled out as much as he could which, considering how he didn’t treat his own injuries that often, wasn’t much. He pulled down peroxide and pain medicine closed the cabinets; he looked around and grabbed two towels that he moistened with warm water. He left the bathroom and opened the closet in the hall he grabbed a washcloth and went back into the bedroom.
She was lying back down or, more accurately, she had fallen back down. “Sorry.”
He reached and removed his jacket from her, he could tell she instinctively wanted to cover her chest again but it was as if she couldn’t move her limbs. He gingerly moved her arm to the side. He looked over her frame, her chest was barely moving and what was left of her shirts was clinging to her and darkened with blood. He carefully lifted her shirt to just under her breasts and started to wipe the blood off. After a few moments he found the wound under it all. It was a gash on her stomach on the left side, he grabbed the second cloth and dabbed it with the peroxide. She flinched and he glanced up at her
“Sorry about that…”
She didn’t respond he hoped she hadn’t fallen asleep. He needed something to cover the wound with. “Um…don’t…well, try not to doze off in this condition, you lost a lot of blood.”
He watched and saw her weakly nod
“I don’t have any bandages….” He said out loud then thought for a second “I’ll be right back.”
He climbed off the bed and went to the closet; he grabbed an old shirt then walked over to the bed. He started to rip strips off.
“I’m going to use this for now, to stop the bleeding okay?” He wrapped the longest strip around her stomach and tied it he pulled her shirt back down and examined the rest of her. She had a small cut at the opening of her pants that had stopped bleeding. It seemed pretty obvious that her pants were cut open now. He used the towel and cleaned it off again; a cloth patch wasn’t going to be able to stay on that type for long so he simply left it alone.
He moved to her “You’re still with me?”
She weakly nodded again.
“Okay.” He reached over “I’m going to sit you up okay? So I can clean your face and get to your arms.” He slowly lifted her and climbed more on the bed; he used one arm to support her back and the other to check her right arm. Her palms had minor scrapes and dirt but it looked okay overall, her arms also had minor injuries and cuts. He wiped down the small wounds and went to her face. Her eyes were closed. He adjusted her to get a better view of her face he pushed her hair to the side. Her hair was bloody and dirty, which muted the blonde color. The blood had made it stick to her so he wiped with the towel first. With a clear view of her face he frowned, they’d managed to bruise it pretty bad. He started to carefully dab at the blood. He saw that the skin on one cheekbone was purpling and was starting to swell. She needed some ice…
“When I’m finished your face, I’m going to get you some ice for this, okay?” He said to her softly
She flinched when he touched it, but nodded anyway.
He lifted her chin with his hand to closer examine her mouth. He frowned again and cleaned it as gently as he could. She flinched and her lips slightly parted, but she said nothing.
He was done, any other wounds he’d have to remove her clothing to get to and he knew that would be an invasion of privacy. “I’m done cleaning what I was able to see.” He said, keeping her steady and then releasing her “But…whatever’s…anywhere else, I won’t be able to get to.”
Her eyes opened slightly and she nodded again. He could tell she was ready to pass out.
“I’ll get you some water to try to help your blood reform. You can sit up this time?”
She slowly adjusted, as if testing herself then nodded.
“Alright good” He stood and went into his drawers he pulled out a shirt and sweatpants. Looked at them for a moment then closed the drawer and walked back to the bed. “You can change into this while I’m out, I’ll give you a few minutes”
He picked up the bloodied towels and left the room, closing the door behind him.
He went to the bathroom and dropped the clothes into the hamper and then started to wash the blood off his hands.
He sighed. He had no idea what he had gotten himself into. He didn’t know the situation, but he did know he didn’t regret helping her. He scrubbed at the blood on his palms, he needed a shower, badly but he didn’t plan on taking one until he was positive she was settled in.
He turned off the water and left the bathroom. He headed for the kitchen and opened a cabinet he began washing the cup, thought for a second and went to his freezer. No ice. He sighed, her face was definitely going to be swollen soon and he didn’t have ice to help it. He’d give her a piece of meat but…once it defrosted, she’d have meat blood on her face. He took out his ice trays and filled them up, hopefully she’d still be awake when it was frozen enough to use.
After he was done he filled the cup with bottled water from the refrigerator and headed back to the room. He hoped she was finished. He stood for a second then knocked.
No answer, he hesitated he didn’t want to barge in if she was still undressing but…what if she’d passed out instead?
He heard a noise. He took it as his cue and walked into the room she had changed into the shirt, but she was still wearing the jeans.
He went to her and handed her the glass, her hand seemed to struggle with it so he helped her drink some. She finished it all at once.
“Thank…” She managed to utter but nothing more
“You’re welcome.” He responded putting the cup on the bedside table “Well, you can sleep in here. I’ll sleep in the living room.” He said once he turned back to her “Just let me know if you need anything else.”
She opened her mouth and closed it again
He waited
She tried again “...M…m. arm...”
He was confused “I don’t…”
“My…arm” she got out.
He frowned, her words were slurred…no wonder she hadn’t spoken before now, it was as if she had to remember how to. Then he remembered the syringe he’d seen. What had they given her? “Your arm, what’s wrong with it?”
“Can” She frowned slightly “…it can’t move”
He looked at her arms. The right one she was using to hold her torso before so…come to think of it...he hadn’t seen her left one move at all. He carefully lifted it
“You mean this one right?” He asked carefully looking it over she nodded, he noticed a small mark at the bend of her arm. The place where the needle was inserted… he thought to himself. The way it looked, it looked like it was just stabbed into her
Then he looked and frowned, he lifted it and it simply flopped back on the bed. She made a noise of pain.
“I’m sorry” He took a deep breath; this...was going to suck…
He looked up at her with an apologetic expression “It’s…dislocated. I’m going to have to put it back.”
Her eyes were half lidded but she nodded
“It’s…going to hurt…a lot alright?” He climbed onto the bed “Try to hold steady.”
She attempted to straighten, and nodded.
He took a firm grasp of her arm then glanced at her he looked around, and then adjusted again.
“You’re steady?”
She nodded
He took a grasp “On three okay?”
He steadied himself, and started to count “One…two….three.” He snapped it back into place. She instantly screamed making him jump, her scream abruptly cut off, she drew in a choked breath then fell back. He quickly moved to catch her so she wouldn’t fall off the bed making the bed hit the wall in the process. She lie there, her body was limp in his arms. He checked her pulse then her breathing. Then let out a sigh. She’d scared the crap out of him…
He looked down at her face, the pain must’ve have been the final amount she could handle, she had passed out instantly. He held her for a second longer and moved to lay her against the pillows. He climbed off the bed then pulled the blankets over her then looked at them. He had to change them in the morning; they were also stained with blood. He picked up the bloody remains of her shirts.
Walking to his drawers he took out some clothing for himself and left the room, he looked back at the bed for a second he wasn’t sure if he should turn the light off and close the door or omit one of them. After a moment, he turned the light off, but left the door cracked.
He went to the hall closet and pulled out some sheets, then started to fix his makeshift bed on the couch. After he was done he looked at it.
He was still exhausted and was tempted to simply flop on it and pass out himself, but he really needed a shower.
Walking into the bathroom he closed the door behind him. He put her clothes into the hamper then started the hot water then undressed and put his clothes into the hamper along with the bloody towels. He took out his ponytail then stepped under the steaming water with a sigh. He knew washing all of that in the Laundromat was going to make him look like a murderer…and throwing them out would be worse. So he had to figure out what to do about that soon.
He turned his face upwards, closed his eyes and let the steamy water soak down his features. His blonde hair clung to his back in-between his shoulder blades. As if being a new owner of his father’s company wasn’t stressful enough. This girl was badly injured, scared and had almost been raped. He’d never had to deal with something like this before… He lowered his head as he opened his eyes. The needle he thought while he lathered up his body wash on his washcloth. They’d given her something, a…drug but he didn’t know what it was. He rubbed the soap over his body. Hopefully, it wasn’t something that could instantly harm her. He frowned though he couldn’t be positive since the syringe was empty…
He’d try to find out more about who she was and what exactly happened tomorrow, Come to think of it…he didn’t even know her name…He shook his head, this could wait a little longer, he desperately needed some rest. After rinsing off, he turned off the water and dried himself with the towel. He pulled on his boxers and pants and dried his hair with the towel. He pulled his shirt over his head then walked out of the bathroom still running the towel through his hair. Walking into the living room, switched the light off and flopped on the couch. He glanced at the time 1:53 almost two am, he needed to sleep. Now
His hair was damp still so he lay down with the towel still on his head. He looked up at the dark ceiling. He felt odd that he had a stranger sleeping in his bed right now but…she was hurt…maybe he should sleep closer to the room? He shook his head that might make her uncomfortable. He muffled a yawn; he had to tell his brain to shut up. He’ll figure out what he was going to do about all of this in the morning. He closed his eyes
He hoped she was able to sleep; it would make the pain tolerable at least…
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Ken turned over slowly and put his hand to his head. He opened his eyes, squinting from the sun and turned and looked at the clock. 12:17pm. Maybe he was more tired than he’d realized. He didn’t usually sleep this late. It was his day off though and he’d technically been working for eight days straight. He stood up and looked at the towel that had fallen to the floor. He picked it up and touched his hair, then stood and went into the bathroom.
Closing the door behind him he looked up at his face in the mirror, his hair was a mess. He ran his fingers through it and sighed. He opened the cabinet and began his morning. After he was cleaned up and his hair was manageable, he turned to toss his wet towel into the hamper. He saw the contents and stopped. He’d almost forgotten about the girl. Taking the towel with him, he left the room and went into the bedroom. She was still lying down in the same spot, which seemed a little off to him. He went to her and checked her pulse, it was steady, and so was her breathing.
He pulled the sheets back slightly to make sure she hadn’t started bleeding. She seemed fine; he’d wait to change her bandages later. He walked to his dresser and grabbed some clothes. He needed to get some actual bandages and things so she wouldn’t get an infection. He quickly wrote his number on a piece of paper once he was done and put it on the bedside table. Once again he left the room. Grabbing his keys and pulling on a different coat he checked his wallet then headed out.
He turned to his door. He hoped she’d be okay while he was out. He started to lock his door when he heard his neighbor’s door open.
“Hey. What’s up?” The middle aged man said politely
He smiled in return “Hey. Not much” He locked his door and started to turn
The guy stood for a moment and cleared his throat “Um…well, I heard you come in pretty late last night.”
He stopped if he had only heard it would’ve been fine but if he’d seen…that could turn out to be a problem. His neighbor was known to be a little nosey at times. He slowly turned, keeping a straight but curious face on
“Yeah and well I know you’re young but…” He drifted off
If he had seen what happened, what did his age have to do with anything, but if he didn’t see…what was he talking about?
He gave him a slight smile “uh…what exactly are you talking about?”
The guy shifted but then walked slightly closer to him “Well, it’s none of my business but, I heard the girl you brought home last night and…”
Internally he frowned, so he had seen. Externally he kept the same face
“And well, I get how it is to be your age but when you want to bring a screamer home, try to keep it down a notch could you?”
He looked at him in shock…a screamer?
The guy laughed “There’s no need to be embarrassed, we all want one of those at some point but you know don’t go killing her all on the first night. The way your bed hit my wall, made me consider changing my bedroom to the other side of the house.”
He stood there still in shock. When she’d screamed after he re-located her arm…it sounded like a sex scream to this guy?
He gave him a pat on the shoulder “I just wanted to let you know, that’s all. Well, have a good day tiger.” He chuckled, and turned the opposite way.
He walked to the elevator, pressed the button then shook his head. There he was thinking someone saw what happened, and his neighbor only ended up thinking he’d been having rough sex all night, the doors opened and he stepped in.
Well…he could have worse thought about him. He smirked as the doors closed.
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