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Broken	By : MysticDarkness13 Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 4180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Street Fighter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Broken: Chapter 3
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He looked at his watch as held the bag with his other hand. He’d taken longer than he had meant to. It was around four thirty and he’d just gotten back. He stepped off the elevator and started to reach for his keys. The girl at the pharmacy was definitely helpful, she’d helped him get things he didn’t know wounds needed…and she was pretty cute too. She’d managed to flirt with him the entire time. If he didn’t have to rush home, he would’ve definitely taken her for a ride… He smirked slightly as he opened his apartment door, another time maybe.
Locking the door behind him he headed straight to the bedroom. He wondered if she’d seen the note he’d left?
He walked into the bedroom and slightly frowned. Well, she definitely hadn’t seen his note…She’d been asleep the whole time. He placed the bag on his dresser and walked to her sleeping figure. Her pulse was fine, and so was her breathing but…he was sure it was bad for her to be sleeping for so long with all her injuries. He walked to the closet and removed his jacket, as he hung it up he thought for a second. She was still asleep, either she was unconscious from the loss of blood or simply sleeping through the worse of her pain.
He’d decided to try and clean her wounds while she was sleeping. After leaving to go wash his hands and getting a moist cloth he went to his dresser and grabbed the bag. He sat at the foot of the bed and pulled out the bandages and antiseptic sprays that were recommended to him. He stood and carefully pulled the sheets back. He reached and lifted her shirt to just under her breasts again and leaned over to grab the moist cloth and stopped. He noticed a bloodstain on the leg of her jeans that he was sure wasn’t there last night…but if she did have another wound there, he couldn’t get to it without taking her pants off. He considered it for a split second then shook his head, even though it would only be to clean her wound, he would feel like a pervert if he did that while she was asleep.
He grabbed the cloth then went back to her stomach. He carefully reached up and started to undo her makeshift bandage; once removed he began to clean off the small amount of new blood then tried to clean the dried blood without being rough.
She drew in a strangled breath and whimpered. Surprised he stopped for a second; he saw her breathing began to increase. Her whole body tensed as she tried to sit up. He looked down and noticed her injury had slightly started bleeding.
“Hey hey take it easy” He adjusted to hold her steady
She abruptly raised her knee just missing his jaw. Ken put down the cloth and put his hands on her shoulders. “Relax, I’m just-“ He was cut off by her slapping him across the face
She scrambled out of his grasp winced and put her arm around her torso
“Wait I’m-”
“I-I don't care get away from me!” She moved further to the edge of the bed, glanced at the door and prepared to run. Attempting to stand she let out a small cry, stumbled and fell to the floor.
He quickly made his way around the bed to her side he went to her
“Don’t touch me!” she said, her voice shaky as he approached. She scooted away from him, turned into a crawl then unsteadily stood and made her way out of the room.
Ken pushed his bangs out of his face and went after her; he stopped and stared at her. She hadn’t attempted to leave his apartment like he’d thought. Instead though, she stood in his kitchen. Slightly trembling, slightly bleeding but very afraid.
He put both his hands out and begin to move very, very slowly “Whoa whoa, calm down.”
“W-what did you do to me?” She asked shakily
He continued his very slow path towards her, barely moving at all. She was terrified of him. He completely understood why but he couldn’t say he liked this outcome. She was still bleeding, she was definitely in pain but she stood in front of him using all the strength she had regained from her long sleep to grasp the knife she now held in her hands. Every part of her body seemed shaky and uncertain except the unwavering grip she had on her weapon, and the fear in those eyes.
“Stop! A-answer me!” She said again, her voice slightly catching in her throat.
Ken’s jaw tightened. She was in pain and he desperately wanted to help her but she wouldn’t let him, unless he convinced her to trust him. He stopped moving. He was between her and the door now, but still at least six feet away from her, his hands were still out “Okay” He started his voice gentle “I didn’t do anything to you, I-“
“You’re lying!” She gripped the knife even tighter, her knuckles white.
“No” He tried again “I’m trying to help you. Do you remember what happened last night?”
She swallowed but said nothing.
“Okay” Ken wet his lips “Last night, you were in an alley and”
Her eyes widened “You! You were one of-”
“No. No I wasn't one of those guys. I was on my way home and I saw them...I saw what they were doing to you and I stopped them, then I brought you here”
She shifted “W-why here and why were you tou-...what were you doing to me just-just now?” She asked, her voice hoarse
Ken studied her posture; she was starting to lose the adrenaline burst she’d had a moment ago. She seemed to be working to keep herself steady, even her grip had loosened slightly. “I brought you here because you told me you didn’t want to go to the hospital. A little while ago I was just cleaning your injuries nothing else.”
She looked at him, her expression guarded. He watched as she swayed slightly then leaned against the counter for support, her arm still around her wounded midriff.
“Let me help you, you lost a lot of blood and you’re still bleeding.”
“Why should...why should I trust you?” She asked, her voice low
“I know it’s hard for you to believe me after everything that’s happened but you need medical attention. I’m not a doctor but I can at least patch you up.“
She slumped ever so slightly and pressed her back against the counter even more “H-how do I know you’re not...not lying?” Her voice was barely a whisper now
Ken resisted the urge to go to her “There’s no way you can know but I promise you I’m not. I want to help you. You have my word, I haven’t done anything inappropriate to you and won’t. So please. Let me help you.”
She looked at him a few moments longer, her arm lowered and she slid down to the floor dropping the knife, her eyes closing “…okay”
He quickly went to her and gingerly lifted her head. Her skin was very pale where it wasn’t bruised. He stood, filled a glass with water then helped her drink
“Is it alright if I bring you back to the room so I can finish cleaning this, or would you rather out here?”
Her body seemed to shudder. Moving the glass from her lips she reached up and put her fingers to her mouth and felt the bruise there. She began to stand and he helped her up. Unsteadily she went towards one of the chairs, “here” she said simply.
Ken nodded and helped her into her seat. He picked up the knife and placed it in the sink, filled another glass with water and placed it in front of her before going to the bedroom.
Returning not two minutes later with the supplies, he pulled a chair next to her and decided to work on her face first.
Ken couldn’t help but notice that she was avoiding looking at him. He didn't know what to say. What do you say to someone who seems terrified of you? Even now her hands were in fists in her lap. He wanted to ask her what happened and how she ended up there in the first place; but he wasn’t so sure if she wanted to, or could, answer his questions.
Brushing her bangs out of her face he cleaned and bandaged her forehead then moved to her lips. They slightly parted; almost as if she wanted to say something to him he looked at her cheek. It was still swollen slightly though not as bad as last night. Placing the items on the table he stood and went to the freezer to get her ice. After sitting back down he placed it on her cheek, she winced then reached up and held it there.
“…thank you”
Ken looked up at her, not completely sure she had said anything “Oh, you’re welcome. Though you don’t have to thank me.”
She focused on his face, which stopped him for a moment. Her eyes were a mixture of blue and green though the blue seemed slightly more dominant; their color seemed muted by fear and uncertainty.
“I do…you didn’t have to help me” her voice was still low
“What kind of man would I be if I had let that continue?” He leaned towards her “Do you want something to eat?”
She slightly leaned back “...I’m fine”
He sat back he hadn’t intended to make her uncomfortable “Are you sure? You haven’t eaten since I found you and you need to regain your strength.”
“Yes.”
Ken brushed his bangs out of his eyes well, he couldn’t force her “Ah, alright” He placed the bottle of medicine in front of her “These are for your pain”
For a moment she eyed the bottle, glanced at him then slowly placed the ice pack on the table and picked up the bottle.
For a moment he watched in silence as she opened the bottle, broke the seal and took two with water. “Your stomach” He started, as she placed the glass on the table “You have a pretty bad wound there, it’ll be hard for me to tend to it while you’re sitting up.”
She placed the ice pack back on her face “…I’ll do it”
“Are you sure?”
She simply nodded
He wasn’t so sure she would be able to really get to it in her condition but it wasn't something he could exactly argue about, he stood and put his hand out “Okay, I’ll show you where the bathroom is”
Looking at his hand she shakily took it then allowed him to help her stand. He gathered the items in the bag then handed it to her, and they carefully made their way to the bathroom “I’ll give you some things so you can take a shower if you want to as well.”
She nodded and continued to concentrate on leaning on him as little as possible
“So…your name? What is it?” Ken asked once he had opened the bathroom door for her and helped her inside. She shuffled her weight then stood upright, her hand on the sink for balance her lips parted then she frowned slightly and didn’t say anything.
Ken looked at her. Maybe whatever they gave her made her forget? Though he felt it was more likely that she simply didn't trust him enough to say anything first. He wanted her to trust him, he wasn’t sure of the whole story of how she got out there, or why this happened and he didn’t know anything about her and yet the intensity of his need to get her to trust him was almost unbearable. He felt like it was his responsibility to keep her safe, to tend to her wounds both physically and emotionally, to return her to however she was before this all.
“I’m Ken, Ken Masters.” He said with a smile
He watched as she warily eyed him. Her mistrust for some reason made him want to convince her more. He knew she was in a delicate spot. He knew that it would take a lot more than friendly smiles and nice words to convince her.
“Sorry for…for hitting you…” She replied shifting her weight again and looking down slightly
He grinned remembering the sting of her hand from earlier “It’s okay, don’t worry about it.”
She looked up at him; Ken noticed a conflict in those beautiful eyes then watched the resolution and felt his hopes lift just a little.
“My name is…Cammy.” She said timidly
So she still wasn't ready to give her last name? He knew this would take time and…
“Cammy White”
Ken smiled. Progress. He wasn’t sure how long it would take or what would happen now but he was willing to help her as much as she would let him. Then maybe, just maybe the trust would come later.
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I’ve been thinking of taking some requests, not with this fic per se but maybe with these characters, or Street Fighter in general as a challenge to myself. The Street Fighter section is really lacking sadly. So ANY plot, idea, scene etc. that my readers want to see on this site leave a comment or send me a message and I’ll try to work on it! Thanks for reading and please review!
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