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As Elzo had sang to him two nights ago: 'Trololololololol red light district, you get to patrol it'. Elzo singing had been horrible. And since he wasn't fond of it, he'd left. To do just what Elzo had suggested. Patrol in the red light district. It was just easier that way. Sighing, Pollux had debated when he'd felt the power signals flaring out. When he felt his own brother's power go up like a goddamn beacon. But he'd made Castor a promise. To never come unless called. So Pollux had avoided it all. Even as he saw the fires. The monstrous shadow. He'd avoided it.

Even if doing so made him want to punch something. He felt useless avoiding it. Heck, more often then not he was feeling useless. His attack was weak. His fists did more damage then his magic. The sounds often he heard were not any that would require his attention here anyway. Not unless he wanted to get a case of herpes..or worse.
But a trail of blood was much more attention gathering then any cry of distress. Following the trail was easy enough. Who ever had been hurt was bleeding..a lot. s**t, he might just find a body. Wouldn't that be his luck?

But it wasn't a cooling body that greeted him, is was a warm one, a moving one. A senshi body, eternal if the wings were anything to go by. A quick jog to their side and Pollux was in 'take care of s**t' mode. Problem? Senshi in critical state. Solution: Hospital. STAT. "You need medical assistance." He wasn't going to beat around the bush. "A real hospital judging by the amount of blood you've lost. Let me help you, it's still a ways away and unless your power is transportation, you won't make it."

Pollux couldn't have given two shits about others. Chances are they were dead or still in battle, and if an eternal was only getting away this damaged...he was not thinking going towards the direction of the fight would do him any good plus given the energy pouring from that area? HAHAHA, ******** that noise. The woman trying to walk was in need of help, and helping her wouldn't land him fighting for his life if he was lucky.
She was weak enough that he could have probably grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes and she wouldn't have had the strength to fight him off.
It was just that bad.

Blue and violet eyes were is stark contracts as one was wholely focused on her's and her own were hardly open. "You do, you've lost a lot of blood, and it doesn't take a genius to see you're loosing more as we chat." A hand reached out and moved to pick her up. "I can't see the extent of your injuries, but you need more then what any underground hospital can give you. Morphine and bed rest won't solve your blood loss or god knows what else." Grunting she was lifted into his arms ignoring the wetness of fresh blood soaking into his own fuku. "You're going to die if we try the underground, no the legally owned and operated facilities is what you need." Feet moved forward, pushing them onto the main streets, where Pollux didn't have to worry about taking a fall, or, about hiding. One good thing was that police would be heading to the wreck of where she might have come from, thus, giving him a clear path.

Years of track team, combined with the few and little jumping he'd been practicing were allowing them to cover a good amount of ground, but Pollux didn't want to pause. A life was fluttering in his hands, literally in fact. "By the way." He ducked into an alley, one short cut that would also keep them off the main road. "I'm Pollux, senshi of frost."

Pollux sighed as she kept trying to act like it was no big deal, that she didn't look like she was walking to death's doorstep. Really? If she was able to talk it was a good sign at least, not that close to death. Yet. Yet was always the key term. "Look, morphine is the least of you worries. I'd be more concerned about death than-" She was going liper, her words vanishing. "Hey wait here, don't pass out on me. Stay awake." A shot of panic sent a wave of adrenaline pumping into his blood stream, his legs kicking into high gear. Dead senshi in arms, do not want. "Scylla? Kracken? Okay. Listen Scylla, don't die on me. Last thing I want is to tell my brother I found a dead senshi tonight. Hell, being dead is never a good thing."

Just a while more before the glow of the hospital could be seen, the blue street signs getting more and more frequent.

holding someone henshin down was..strange. The energy glow faded, flickered and just like that, it was gone. No way to know, no way to track. Without the fuku, the tiara, they blended in the the regular people, the civilians. They were back to just being faces in the crowd. But when you carried the limp form a senshi, and felt that energy flicker and fade, and had no idea what it felt like at so close...Panic. Pure panic. Pollux's heart quickened, the idea she was dying as he ran setting in. Faster, why didn't his legs move faster? He wished his speed could have increased even more then the typical boost the henshin gave him. It wasn't enough. She was going to die. She was fading. Her energy flickering, fading. Eyes were looking for short cuts. He was so close...to fail now..it would be unacceptable.

Then it was gone. Her energy signature gone, just like that. Shock stopped his feet, eyes went to look and then it was like ice water had been poured over him. The face, the hair, the softness of her weight...The girl who left him conflicted by existing. One who gotten him to care. Care to the point he'd opened too much, exposed himself too much. Jada, the girl he'd almost been in love with. Almost kissed. Almost gave himself for. Almost. Always almost with her, never beyond. And she was in his arms, warm blood soaking into fuku, eyes closed, body limp. If panic hadn't set it, it was now thundering in his body. Few things in the world made Marlo panic. Loss was one of them. Jada was...she was special to him. The idea that he could loose her, that he was about to loose her.

Feet thundered into the open streets. The risk of exposure be damned. The risk of being shot at disregarded. She was important to him. She made him care. He cared about her. Maybe too much, but he'd never admit it, not to her, not to anyone. Not even himself. Marlo, the man behind the mask of Pollux, cared. And in caring he cared just a little too much. Some things were too important to him to not care. Jada was one of those things.

In a flash, just outside the gaze of cameras, in the spot the street light didn't cover, Marlo picked up where Pollux left off, and it was Marlo who burst into the doors. Marlo who would later go home, shirt stained with blood. Marlo, who cared too much about Jada.
Now, it would also be Pollux, who would care too much about a senshi who was more powerful than him. But more important to him then she even realized. More important then she ever would.