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 Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 5:30 pm
Lura tried to hard to break free, this mans hands all over her made her feel violated, filthy to the touch, like she'd just been tossed into garbage. She would have prefered that to what she was about to recieve.
She felt his hands up her legs, she squirmed as he trouchered her. She saw a glass mug just to her right. Seeing it her only hope she reached for it and grabbed it in her hands, frosted it over so it was twice as solid and turned and knocked it into his head.
He cried out in pain as he fell from her, causing her to fall aswell. She quickly picked herself up and started crawling away as fast as she could, but she didn't move fast enough, he had regained thought and was back after her, taking her ankle in his meaty hands.
"LET GO OF ME! SOME BODY HELP ME!" she screamed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:27 pm
Derrick gave no time for apology. He befan working the guy over like a punching bag. Derrick had no reservation in his fist, he felt his knuckles break hitting the mans jawbone. The adrenaline just fueled the healing powers in him, religning them as quickly as they broke. The mans face was bleeding hard, and his entire left side of his rib cage was shattered. Derrick breathed hard, each punch piston percise. He stood up fully and looked down at the man. He'd be eating through a stray for the rest of his life.
"Cant you stay out of trouble by yourself?" He lifted her into his arms, watching her wounds. He kissed all the bruises and the bit of saliva on his lips, began healing them. "I dont do that for just anyone. Are you ok?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 12:06 am
She thought she was through, thought she'd die here in the arms of a rapist. But when the man was pulled away from her and she saw Derrick standing angrily over him, pounding the man to a pulp, she saw the soft ray of hope. She fell weak to the floor, tears streaming from her eyes. She didn't even want to look at the guy, she couldn't watch the fight, it was bad enough she heard his grunts and Derrick's punches. She was almost sick of the sound.
Lura folded easily in his arms, her only wounds were slices in her hands and neck from the broken glasses that were on the counter. She teared when he kissed them and she slowly started to heal. She leaned into his embrace, her body shaking, her voice trembling. "I'm ok," she stuttered, "but you're late..." she shivered in his arms, trying to get as close to him as possible. She had tried to make it comical, but how could you possibly do that after a scene like this?
It took her a moment before she was able to let herself stand, weakly taking the keys and locking the door, kicking the man out to the streets. And once both her and Derrick were outside the now locked up, yet still a mess, bar; she turned to him, opened her mouth to speak only to collapse in his arms.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 11:06 am
He collected her into his arms. He was sure she probably couldnt work. So in the end he decided it would probably be best to take her home. He took the keys from her pocket and let them out while locking the doors. He saw the man still passed out in the street's gutter. It was comical really, "Only got what was coming to you, sir. Sorry still though."
He called for a taxi, and soon a service car came. He wondered what these had been like when actual people drove them.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 7:50 pm
Suddenly she was so warm, comforted, close, cared for. She was so weak, she could barly move. She heard Derrick's voice calling out, she didn't catch what he said, but she soon found herself in his lap in a dark space. She let herself be carried like a rag doll, even a strong woman needed to be babied once in a while. She let her head rest on his shoulder, her nose gently brushed up against his neck, his soft fragrence lulled her slowly to sleep.
She had just enough energy to mummble a soft word before she fell to sleep "Thank you," she whispered as she was lulled to sleep.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 11:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 10:03 am
[to which thread? Lura's appartment, Derrick's Loft - which one?]
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 11:01 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 5:12 pm
[since derrick doesm't have lura's key's, lets just have him take her to his house for now.]
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