|Hurt and Forgiven
Author: StardustAndShadowWings PM
One of the members of 1D is mugged, then saved. But who's who in this story? Is the innocent person they met the samae one who could destroy them? Sorry it's a sucky summary, but I kind of need to be vauge...Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,613 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-20-12 - id: 8135386
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Ok, everyone! I have a few announcements. 1.) I will soon be out of school for the summer! (Yay! That means more time to write!) 2.) I will be starting a new story or two hopefully soon! 3.) (Sad news….) My other stories are on hiatus until further notice, because I have writers block that's forcing me to write this stuff, so I'm going to get it out of my system.
Disclaimer: I have absolutely NO AFFILIATION WITH 1D!
The sky was overcast and dark, the midnight sky devoid of stars. A tall, broad form slouched through the city slum's streets, his gait slow, calm, and arrogant, believing he could take on anything the world, or fate, would throw him.
They seemed to materialize out of the shadows, six evil looking shapes with weapons that glinted and flashed under the flickering street lights. They pushed the form into an alley, sneering at him, urging and egging to fight.
The form took a half-step back, and the six shadows charged, at first with only their hands and feet, kicking him into the hard, cold, cracked concrete that marked their territory. They beat him as he fell under the barrage of blows from fists, shoes, elbows, and knees.
He lay under them; his tall frame curled onto itself while they battered him, broke him, and laughed.
Then, the moon broke through the clouds, the stars started to shine, and the wind brought fresh air as a ghostly form hurtled herself towards them.
The lead member had picked up a pipe, which she intercepted with the heel of her hand, sending it flying, clipping a lower member on the shoulder.
"Get your asses off of my territory!" She snarled, shoving them away with feet and elbows, her hands still close to her sides.
"Yeah?" the lead laughed, "And who's going to make us, bitch?"
She sent a powerful, deadly punch straight to his windpipe, effectively cutting off his air for the briefest of moments, sending to the ground like stone.
She grabbed his collar, "Me, you son of a bitch. And if I ever, ever, catch you on my land again, you disgusting lowlife, you will never see the light of day again."
She kicked at his side, sending him rolling away from her. He jumped up, and the rest of his gang followed him as he fled away from the alley-way. She looked back at the form on the ground, before sprinting after them, her footsteps light and fast.
They ran harder, just wanting to survive. She slipped lower, keeping her knees bent just a little more, flattening her spine out just a touch, creating a predatory, more powerful run, and her steps were just as light, and just as fast. She chased them for the better part of two blocks, then turned and ran back like the wind.
The form was still there, in the same position she had left him in: legs tucked into chest, arms wrapped around head and knees, fell over on his side.
She carefully unwrapped his arms, trying to get him to focus on her, and the fact that she was not going to hurt him. She sang little snippets of songs in her head while mixing them with little phrases to catch his attention.
"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars, you know I would never ever, never ever, never ever hurt you? (AN, Airplanes, B.o.B, ft. Haley Williams.)
"Can we pretend, once again that we are just like we were, not fighting, not angry, not ever ready to kill?" (AN, Behind these Hazel Eyes, Kelly Clarkson.)
She stood him up, and even with her lean 5' 5", he still towered over her by several inches.
She walked him back to the concert hall, where she got the attention of four people waiting anxiously at the door. They rushed to her to relieve her of the burden half dragging behind her, but once they had taken her, and turned their backs for a moment, she was gone.
The last thing they remembered of her was her peaches-and-berry scent and eyes that were a thousand and one shades of blue. They were all the layers of the ocean and all the pieces of the sky.
Dun dun dun… So! Who got mugged? Send me YOUR thoughts.. *Wink wink, nudge nudge* through reviews! :D Oh, and with the things that she is singing, the bolded text is the song and who sang it. Love BOTH of those songs btw…Updates to come! With the first review, I will update. The more I get, the better (If not longer) it will be. Tah, tah!