Cherry Red NightClub ( Brian/Open )

[Charlie Cross]

The night had started early for Charlie. She had gotten a call from her agent saying that she needed to appear at the opening for this new happening club downtown. It was more for the PR and she could understand that. She had lived it for so many years. So, she dressed in a black designer dress, one which clung to her curvaceous figure and had a low cut style v neck in the front. It was of course a halter top dress, and with those heels clicking against the sidewalk she would make her way into the club. Long black waves pulled back into a rather nice updo atop her head, with long black spirals falling down her delicate face.

Brushing her tongue across her softly polished lips she took a seat at the bar, her legs crossing and the slit in her dress falling open to reveal her creamy, silken thigh.

Of course she gained attention, from those of importance in the room, photographers and then the usual club hoppers that bounced about from one party to the next. This was going to be a fun night...That was for sure.....

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Several hours later she would stagger out of the ladies room, her balance becoming harder as she staggered forward, her hands working to smooth out her dress as she again stumbled and made it back to the area she had been sitting. A few guys were still trying to pick her up, but she simply grabbed up her last drink, slammed it back and then took up her purse. Blowing them each a kiss as she made her way outside now, barely at that, to try and find a taxi to take her home.

It took several attempt to hail one down, and as the rain started to pour down on the little scene, she was so thankful to have a ride home, especially since she was so light headed and uballanced.

Yet just as she was about to slip into the car, she felt herself slip into the rear of the cab, her hand slamming into it as she steadied herself.

Fine! She would just take her long walk home. Could not be that bad right?

So with her bag clung tightly to her, she started her treck down the sidewalk, eventually stopping to pull off her heels and drape them over two fingers, her bare feet now padding against the increasingly wet cement.

By now her make-up had run, black streaks down her face and those long curls now fell flat and plastered to her cheeks. The outfit she had been wearing now soaked and clinging to every curve of her body, the lines of her bra and underwear now clealy visable.

But she was drunk and she was lost, ad in a way she was a bit scared. But that was nothing compared to what she was about to feel. For just as she passed the park, she heard a familiar whistle of appreciation coming up from behind her, causing her to stop in her tracks at least for a moment. But deciding this was not the best time to be bitchy she would just keep walking her eyes down to avoid more rain and more attention to herself.

But then she ran into somebody, and she didnt need to look to know it was one of the other boys from her shool who had been harrassing her so very often....

Backing now, slow steedy steps not to fall, she was soon pressed up against another muscular figure. Only this time there was no room for escape as his arms shot aorund her mouth and her waist and hoisted her up into the air, pinning her to his chest.

"She smells just like lavendar, just like in school. What do you say Billy? How about we take her back there and show her a real good time?"

The other just nodded, and though Charlie tried to fight, they were bigger, stronger and though they were drunk ( something she could smell on their breath) she was drunker..

Before she knew what was happening, she was drug off into the park, no need to really try and hide from much, due to the fact the streets were practically deserted.

As the one holding her threw her to the ground, she screamed out and tried to crawl away, only to feel the other grab her waist and slam her down onto her back hard in front of the one now undoing the belt buckle to his jeans. As his heavy form fell down to the ground before her, she tried to kick him off her of, screaming once more and recieving a heavy back hand to her face, sending her mind into a hazed cloud as her motions became more sluggish and harder to try and fight back.

Then came the set of hands now pinning her wrists down above her head as she struggled to close her thighs, only to have the male down there grip them each roughly and jerk them apart...

Tears flowed down her face as fear gripped her heart. Breathing heavily, not wanting to relive this nightmare. Yet she managed to get out one last scream as the one man was distracted with sliding his hand down her shift and letting himself cop a feel of what laid just beneath the top of her dress.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!!! PLEASE!!

With that there was a much harder slap, blood spilling from the corner of her lips now and down her beautiful face, her mind too dazed at the moment to do much but continue to mumble no, over and over again, pleading in a weak barely conscious tone for them to stop....begging somebody would help her....

[Brian Andeste]

WOUMP

The figure atop her would cry out as a body slammed into his shoulder first, grunting as he hit the ground and slid fifteen feet through the grass and mud. In his place would be the shadow of a man, a bandana made from a shirt wrapped around his nose and mouth, sunglasses on his face obscuring his identity from view. He was bare back, the cloth on his head made from the material previously worn. He had been on his way home, groceries scattered in the street behind obvious to those who may wish to see. Questionable it was, why he was buying those things at such a late hour, and what brought him through that part of town, but it was the fastest way home, and being so early looking as he did generally prevented him from muggings.

His stomach kept him up, so rather than wait it out till morning; he decided to make himself some food. Now, i'm not sure how it is where you live, but in general, bachelors aren't exactly known for their ability to keep food in the fridge, and Brian was none different. A sigh of resignation almost sent him to his bed, but, feeling rather in need of adventure, decided to take a walk through the ice cold rain to bring himself some physical peace. After leaving the store with a bag full of goods, he had seen the altercation, hiding in the shadow of an overhang, unmoving, unflinching, anger welling like a frothing spring unable to contain its pressure until a gout of boiling hot water spouted skyward. Almost immediately, he calculated terrain. His eyes moved over the slide, the monkey bars. But his gaze rested on a wooden pole, and the cable that was pulled taut, connecting to another building.

A triple bearing telephone wire. Perfect.

He quickly dropped his food, the storm annulling sound as he stripped his shirt, tying it around his head. His glasses fit perfectly, giving him little sight, but enhancing his sound, smell, and touch. These were the senses he trained with more than sight, eighty percent of the time. Sight could betray you- never totally believe what you see. The storm provided cover, gave him sound, movement. The sloshing of feet seemed right next to him, the piercing scream and resulting slap like a blade to his eardrum. He listened to the lightning, the thunder, he had counted the steps. He moved, racing quickly into the group, using the shadows he could see through his glasses as focal points.

Now, he stood over the girl, ears turning to where the men were. One leapt forward, reaching for him, an arm swept over his shoulder, hoping to grip him around the neck in a headlock. He grabbed the wrist, the weakest point on the arm, giving a quick twist so the elbow faced his shoulder. He brought the arm down harshly, breaking it out the outher way, the bone and sinew snapping in a spray of warm red fluid. The man who was on top of her, the one Brian truly cared about harming, rushed toward him. It all seemed so slow, like time had paused and fast forwarded at a degenerative state. His first strike, left fist- the solar plexus. Winded. Number two, the jugular, directly left of the trachea, above the clavicle. Broken collarbone.

The final strike, from a knee. Left punch, into the crotch that was slightly exposed. The evil weapon of a desperate man. Crushed left testicle. The man fell. He stooped unbelievably fast, scooping the girl into his arms. He ran up the slide, his rubber base shoes giving him a strange amount of grip in the rain. He leaped from it, the girl hanging limply on his left shoulder-as he had been striking the rapist, another man had struck her. A kick, to the head. Instant KO. He used his powerfully built arms to climb the pole, splinters digging under his nails, drawing blood. He winced but climbed anyway, throwing his glasses from his eyes when he reached the top. He ran effortlessly, like a circus high wire act, right across the double bearing telephone wire, to the roof, and over.

Behind him, the enraged cries of her and now his enemies.

He walked through his door, carrying her in his arms with some effort- he had run all the way back, and his stamina was something to be desired. But it was enough for this, and as he made his way up the stairs, he shook his head a little at the fact that his floor would now be soaked. All for a good cause, he guessed. He set her down on his floor, cocking an eyebrow at her appearance. Despite the little bit of blood from the strikes to her face, she was absolutely stunning. He didn't wish to continue to move her too much, so he took a pocket knife from his dresser, kneeling down beside her as he cut open her dress, hoping she wouldn't be too pissed for his ruining it. He couldn't leave it on, she would catch a cold, and removing it over her head would require a lot of effort, not to mention he didn’t want to hurt her more.

He grabbed shorts and a tank from his closet, taking a deep breath before cutting the point at the sternum on her bra, trying his best not to look as he tried quickly to put on her tank. As he did so, he pulled down her bottoms, turning his head so his eyes were on her feet as he put the shorts on her. Once her legs were in, he closed his eyes and pulled them up, opening them while letting out a breath. It was hard to be good when something that gorgeous lay before you. But his honor would never live through staring. He scooped her up, laid her on the bed, and pulled the covers up over her.

He brought in a cool rag, setting it by her bed for when she woke up, so she could wipe the blood from her face. Next, at the foot of her bed, a towel and another change of clothes, before he headed off down the stairs to try and clean up the mess his arrival had made.

[Charlie Cross]

The last thing Charlie had heard as the one guy pinned her under his weight was the sounds of a fight breaking out, yet that was all a bit fuzzy to be honest. Then, just before that final kick to her head was delivered, she would catch a glimpse of the man who was attacking those who had wished to do her such harm. Then came that kick to her head and instantly she was out.

She was unaware of what was happening beyond that point, aside from bit and pieces that came as she fluttered her eyes open for a few moments, only to have them slam back into place. Her mind not making much sense of what she saw when she saw it.

She was aware that at some point the rain ceased to cover her body, and though her teeth were chattering and her lips turning a light blue shade, she now felt a bit of warmth coming over her. Perhaps it was the strange body she was pressed against, or maybe he had taken her seom place safe. Whatever it was, she was happy to have it at this point.

Propped up against the something, she knew her clothing was being removed, and weakly she tried to push his hands away, though it was barely a breath of a touch before her hand fell away, simply whimpering in her current out of it state.

Then she was again lifted, at this point, instinct seeming to cause her to curl into the warmth she felt from the form holding her. Too out of it to really pay attention to the fact that this could just be another attacker or one of the ones from before. Far too gone to care about anything than the warm body she was now using to try and regain some of her own.

Then there was softness, her body being pulled away from his as she was laid onto something. It was not until the blanket was pulled up around her, that the thought of a bed registered in her mind, and instinctively she curled up, pulling the covers around her and nuzzling into the pillow, it had an odd scent, but one that in this moment she found rather relaxing.

Now resting comfortably, she let herself fall fully unconscious. Just trying to get the haze in her mind to disappear.

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It is not clear how long she slept, or how long he had been out for that matter before everything that had happened in the park took place. All she knew was that as she rolled over in the bed, a sudden pain shot through the back of her head and the side of her face.

Brushing her tongue over her lips she would wince at the pain her tongue fell upon and quickly draw it back into her mouth, her hand coming up to softly touch upon the sore spots, feeling the slight swelling.

It took her a moment to finally gather up the nerve to push herself up into a seated position, her eyes adjusting to the room as she took in her surroundings. As eyes shifted to the empty space in the bed beside her, she would breath a sigh of relief, the man who had brought her here had not been one who tried to rape her, because if that was the case then he would have still been passed out in the bed next to her, she was sure of it.

Finally her eyes fell upon the rag on the bedside table, hands reaching out for it as she pressed it to her sore and slightly swollen wounds. No doubt bruises there, which was why the pain of touching them hurt so badly. Yet at the same time, it was an amazing sensation and it made her sigh with relief.

Indulging in that sensation for a bit longer, she would finally return the rag to the bed, eyes now taking in the clothes she wore and causing her to blush slightly. It was not like her to be dressed in another person's clothing, and though she did admit that it had a bit of comfort to it, she was still unsure of who exactly she was now to thank for all of this.

Pushing herself slowly up off the bed, her head spinning slightly, she would grip the edge of the mattress to try and steady herself before her eyes caught sight of the clothing left out for her. Another smile unable to stop itself from curling onto her lips.

It took a few tries, and few hand grip to various bits of furniture, but she eventually was able to stand and steady herself enough to walk, grabbing up the clothing that was laid out there and moving a doorway which looked to be a bathroom. As she pushed the door closed behind her, she would look at the shower longingly. It was not her home, but she felt so filthy after what those men had done to her, she just needed to wash them off of her.

A quick shower. Maybe she would not get yelled at for such. Stripping of the clothes she had been placed in, she would turn on the water watching the steam start to bellow out. As she stepped in, she groaned softly at the sensation of it hitting her sore and bruised flesh, making her whimper softly.

Of course she was forced to use the soap this guy used, and as a result she exited the shower smelling lightly like him. Not that she would notice that right away. No for now she was getting dressed, pulling on the clean shirt which fit her a bit too big giving her reason to simply slide on the shorts, rolling them up at the waist and then tying them off so that they fit her snuggly like a pair of short shorts.. That shirt seeming to engulf her slightly, going down just to the area past her bottom, revealing just a hint of those creamy white thighs.

Then, with wet hair falling in messy, yet elegant curls about her figure, she would slowly make her way out of the bathroom, biting the corner of her bottom lip as she slowly and silently made her way through the home, trying to find this guy she barely had caught a glimpse of the previous evening, or whenever it was.

Finally, she spotted him, her arms wrapping about her stomach as she leaned up against a nearby wall, her tone finally breaking free in a soft, gentle manner.

"uh hum..Excuse me, but I..I hope you dont mind I used your shower. I just felt so, dirty...."

It was hard breaking the ice with this kind of situation, yet she would lower her eyes as she tried to think of the right thing to say, her hair still slowly dripping down her body, lightly soaking through the shirt she wore.

"Thank you, for saving me last night. I, dont want to think of what would have happened if you had not...."

She whimpered softly, turning her head as she fought back tears that came at the thoughts of what they would have done to her. Though she was quick to try and gain her composer.

"My name is Charlie by the way. Charlie Cross."

She timidly took a step forward and extended her hand outward toward him, guessing a hand shake was the very least she could do.

[Brian Andeste]

After leaving her room and cleaning up the mess, Brian spent the better part of an hour trying to remove thirteen splinters from his hands and fingernails. He winced with each of them- for it was the smallest of pains that were the easiest to feel. He waited for the blood to flow, using paper towels to clean up each tiny, needle sized hole. He threw them all away together, sighing as he then began to wash his hands. Blood came off easily- though this blood was not his own. He scrubbed for a few moments, blocking the memories of the painful cries. He didn't want to think about the damage done to those individuals, of the trials they had to go through because of him.

In truth, he felt they deserved it. Rape was a discpicable act of a disgusting degree, one deserving of the fate they were justly delivered. He dryed his hands calmly before combing his fingers back through his hair, letting out a deep breath before looking over longingly at the couch. He almost felt an overwhelming desire to lie down, but decided against it. If he did so now, he would be tired all day- he could nap in the afternoon, and then head to bed around ten. He walked into the bathroom, removing his wet clothes and hopping in. He took a long one- at least half an hour- before hopping out, the towel wrapped around his waist, hooking in to keep itself up. He walked out, heading to the fridge to grab a drink.

As he did so, the girl would walk down the stairs, and he would smile, closing the door with a glass of orange juice in his hand.

""Don't worry about it. I was in the neighborhood, as it were."

As she extended her own for a shake, he would shift the drink to his left, and shake her hand with a gentle grip.

"Brian Andeste. Pleased to meet you miss Cross."

He would lean against the wall with his left shoulder, watching her with some interest.

"So...what exactly were you doing in that place? Can't say its the best area for a girl to be..."

He had yet to remember that he was mostly naked, but in truth, if he did, he probably wouldnt care. He waited for her to respond, watching every movement of her body, and shifting of her eyes.

[Charlie Cross]

Charlie drew back her hand and then crossed it over her stomach with the other, her shoulder leaning up against the wall as she smiled softly at him. It was near impossible to ignore the fact that he was wearing just a towel wrapped about his waist. Honestly, a girl would have to be blind or stupid not to. So it should not have been a bit surprise when her eyes wandered just a bit down his features, stopping where the towel began and then going back up.

It took her a moment to realize she had been lost in a bit of a daze before she would blink a few times and shake her head, the smile once more returning to her lips as she offered a small shrug of her shoulder that was not pressed against the cool panel of the wall.

"My agent wanted me to make an appearance at this new club that was opening up in the area. I had a bit too much to drink and well, the rest I am sure you can figure out."

Slowly her tongue slipped forth to trail along her lower lip, her bare foot lightly moving over the floor in an idle fashion as she reached up and ran her fingers through a few wet locks of hair.

"I know I shouldn't have started walking, but I guess I was not exactly in my right frame of mind."

She then pushed off the wall, slowly starting an idle pace about the room, her eyes trailing over the fixtures and the decor of the room.

"Nice place you have here Brian."

She then turned around to face him once more, her smile bright and her eyes shimmering with the light of the room, leaning back against a counter as she once more gave him the once over. She just didnt seem to be able to help herself. Out of all the places she could have woken up, she landed here. She could not complain, that was for sure.

As that dull throb of a headache started up once more, she sighed and eyed the drink he held in his hand.

"So do you have any tylenol or something? I hate to impose but my head is killing me."

If he did, and assuming he moved to get it for her she would follow along closely, hands lightly playing with the ends of the shirt she wore as she continued to look around the place.

"So tell me. Are you in the habit of saving young girls in distress? If so, you must be quite the lady's man. Especially if you bring them back here and then tease them with such a provocative outfit. I have to admit, I feel rather overdressed right about now. "

She grinned a bit as she cast him a glance out of the corner of her eye. Teasing of course, because she was not sure she would ever really be able to thank him enough for what he had done for her. Her agent was going to get an ear full when she got home, but until then, she supposed she might as well make the best of the situation.