Post by Pegasus on May 1, 2006 10:24:53 GMT -5
"The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else." -Ralph Waldo Emerson
It really makes you wonder... what really does make a hero? Do such things even exist anymore? Have they ever existed in the first place? What really makes a person a hero? To be honest, heroes are things we may never see again. They have faded with time, and all that exists is the world we all live in now. Corrupted, bloodied, and Evil. Heroes aren't born, no one is pegged as a hero the second they open their eyes. No, not even Superman was a hero at first. And that is why there is still a chance. A chance for someone to make a difference. A chance for a new hero to emerge out of the Hell that has now engulfed the planet.
His heart pounded against his chest, wanting to break free of it's ribbed coffin. His hands gripped the steering wheel before him, the knuckles now starting to turn white with the force he used. His foot was heavy on the gas pedal as he made his way through traffic. He'd never felt this way before, scared of what he could possibly find. And from that thought sprang forth anger, pure no-nonsense anger. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. All of this and he hadn't even arrived yet.
Nothing happened to her Jonathan, everything will be just fine. You'll see, she'll be smiling and happy and everything once you get there. You'll see.
Yea... everything will be alright... you heard her on the phone, you know something is wrong. Go faster Jonathan, she needs you.
His foot pressed down a little harder on the gas now, but no matter how hard he pressed it wouldn't be fast enough. Her apartment was just a few blocks away now, and what happened earlier continuously played in his head, almost like a sick merry-go-round, taunting him, playing with him. It only added more fuel to the fire now as he pressed a little harder on the gas. The horns of the cars he nearly hit went unnoticed as it all played again.
A few minutes ago...
He set the razor down beside the sink as he looked his face over in the mirror. Had to be sure he didn't miss any stray facial hair before his date tonight. While it was true that he had lost his match at Trauma, it really didn't bother him much. Win or lose, he would still have the girl in the end. And that was what mattered tonight, it was all about Melissa. He'd spent most of last week preparing for a match he would end up losing, and never really gave her much of his time. This week though, was different. It was all about her, it was all about them. He ran a hand over his face just to be sure it was smooth, and then he exited the bathroom.
It was funny though... no matter how much he tried to fight it, it kept creeping back to his mind. Ace Anderson... PCW... all of it. He wasn't exactly top dog anymore, but it was easy to say that Ace Anderson was. Boasting one of the best records, the longest title reign, the biggest ego... the guy had it all. But... Pegasus had something on Ace that very few people knew about. A very obscure, almost invisible little fact. Ok, so it wasn't one on one competition, but a win was a win, and Pegasus could claim to be one of the few that held a win over him. Granted, it was a tag match that Ace walked out on... but hey, he was still part of it at the start.
Who was Pegasus kidding... he only had that win over Ace because Ace gave it to him. But... he felt good about the match... not saying he would win it. He wasn't sure he'd lose it either. One thing was certain about their encounter though... Pegasus was going to do his best to show Ace why he was a former World Champion himself. This wasn't going to be a "Win, loss, or draw, I'll give it my all!" deal. No, not this time. This match he would dedicate himself to once he hit that arena, there would be no shooting for a loss as long as he "gave it his all." He was looking for a win over the biggest name in PCW, Mr. Ace Anderson himself. One of the first people to do it in quite a long time, well, besides The Byrd... speaking of time...
One quick glance at the clock that was placed upon his dresser told him that not only was he late, but she was as well. And he hadn't even received a phone call or anything to let him know she would be late. He shrugged it off though and threw on the blue shirt that was laying upon the bed, taking his time as he buttoned it up. One final trip to the bathroom to look himself over in the mirror and he was ready to go... except for the fact that his date wasn't here yet. That was when the phone rang.
The present...
He swerved as a car pulled out of a side street into his path, although he did over-exaggerate the incident. He'd have been fine if he'd have gone straight, but it scared him into jerking to the side just a bit, and that movement caused him to snap back to his task at hand. Good thing too, as her apartment was just ahead. He took his foot of the gas as his truck pulled over near the curb, and when he was almost in front of the building, he slammed on the brakes. His truck screeched a few feet but ultimately came to a stop. The truck was in park and shut off and he was out the driver side door in what seemed less than a second. The steps to her apartment complex were leaped in their entirety as he hastily made his way to the door.
He gripped the handle and pulled but his attempt was met with failure. It was locked, and the only way in was if he was buzzed in, or someone opened the door for him. He jiggled the door once more to make sure it was locked before he pressed the button to Melissa's apartment. He only hoped she could let him in, that she was capable of it. His hand rested on the handle, ready to yank it open the second it became unlatched... and he waited... and he thought... and the event played over in his head again...
Back to a few minutes ago...
He looked himself over in the mirror again, making sure his "look" wasn't messed up at all. His hair, his clothes... he wanted it all to be perfect for her. It wasn't like he did this stuff all the time, in fact... this was the first "official" date he'd been on... ever. Had to start somewhere, he was just making a later start than others. And then the phone rang.
He didn't walk or jog to the phone, he full out sprinted to it. Just hearing her voice put a smile on his face.
Hello?
His eyes beamed as he anticipated her voice, her sweet words to filter through the phone line. Although it was her, her tone and words were anything but sweet. His face dropped as she sobbed hysterically into the phone.
Jonathan! I don't know what to do! They are trying to get in here and I told them to go away but they won't listen. I told them I called the cops and everything, but they just keep banging on the door.
Calm down Melissa, who's trying to get in?
I don't know for sure, I think its...
Something crashes in the background of the phone, and a scream pierces the phone line. The door had given way and a mix of men's voices mix in with Melissa's. A second scream followed by what sounds like a slap is heard, followed shortly after by something solid, a body, falling to the floor.
Jonathan... help... m...
The phone cuts off before the last words are spoken, but he knew what they were. The shock freezes him in his spot, and the phone slips from his grasp to the floor. He reaches out to grab hold of something, anything... but finding nothing he falls to his knees. He stares at the phone for a few seconds before he comes under control of himself again. He bolts to his feet and out into the hallway. He had to get to his truck, he had to get to her...
Back in the present...
He'd wasted too much time already, he couldn't wait a second longer. He stepped back from the door and then thrust his foot into it. He heard it groan under the force of the blow, so he did it again. It moved this time, but still remained standing. The third kick is what knocked the door in. He spent no time recovering as he jumped up the steps as fast as he could, nearly tripping several times.
He finally made it to the second floor and quickly found room 202... her room. The door was nearly shut, but he saw that it hung loosely, and upon touching it with his hand he found it swung open easily. Well, until it fell off the top hinge. The frame where the door latched had been busted through as well. It was not something Pegasus wanted to see.
He continues on into the apartment, but his heart drops as he sees the carnage inside. Chairs were knocked over, lamps lay broken upon the ground, and the most disturbing sight of all, small drips of blood leading away from a smashed phone. Granted the small spots were somewhat far apart, but they were still there.
Fear... it was a dangerous feeling, but also sometimes a blessing in disguise. If one fears for their own life, then they become cautious, paranoid even... but it just might end up saving their life. If someone fears for another person's life, they can lose value of their own life, caring only for the other person at that moment and ultimately throw caution to the wind. It was the state of mind Pegasus now found himself in, no longer caring for his own well-being. He had to save her.
He quickly followed the small trail of blood to her shut bedroom door, and he could hear her muffled cries as a man talked to her. He didn't waste time listening, and he reared back and thrust his foot into the door. It flew open and Pegasus charged in, ready to administer justice in his own special way. Melissa was propped up in her bed, her hands behind her back and no doubt bound together. Her right eye was nearly swollen shut and her nose had blood dripping from it. A balled up sock was used as a gag so she wouldn't scream. It was soaked through with a mixture of blood, saliva, and an endless stream of tears as they trailed down her face.
Her shirt had been ripped from her body, leaving her chest bare. Several bruises now decorated her upper chest and neck, and blood from her nose had dripped down and left a now hardened streak of crimson down her body. Her pants had also been removed, but her underwear still kept her from being entirely exposed. Her legs also carried a fair share of bruises, even more than her upper body did, more than likely from the struggle she put up as her attacker attempted to take her pants off.
Her good eye looked him over and widened in shock upon realizing just who it was. The man that sat beside her didn't seem as surprised though. His hand slid up her body and gave her left breast a squeeze. She closed her eyes and turned her head away in shame, in pain.
Don't you worry, this will only take a second and then I'll get back to you, Melissa.
The sight was enough to make Pegasus sick to his stomach, but he fought back the urge to vomit knowing that he couldn't. He had to handle this first, he had to punish this man. His eyes focused on the man as he stood up, a few inches taller than Pegasus was, but not as muscular. He wore regular blue jeans, a plain black shirt, and a ski mask covered his face. His eyes though, Pegasus saw those brown globes the second the man turned. Vicious, cold, and pathetic. He hated them, he hated this man. No... this wasn't a man... this was less than a man. And Pegasus wanted to make it suffer.
We've been waiting for you. I figured it was you she was on the phone with, so we decided to get comfy and all right here and wait for you to come visit her.{The man looks upon her almost naked body and whistles before turning back to face Pegasus} She's one nice piece of ass.
Pegasus lunged forward at the man, but he wasn't fearing for his life. He was fearing for hers, and in doing so he threw caution to the wind. It would be his downfall in this encounter, as a second man that was hiding out of view stepped in and slammed a baseball bat into Pegasus' gut. Needless to say, the blow stopped him cold and he fell to his knees gasping for breath. Pegasus refused to stay down though, and he slowly put one foot underneath him, and then he struggled to get back up. A second shot with the bat stopped that attempt, the blow this time hitting him in the back.
He fell down to his hands and knees again, straining to get air into his lungs. He could hear Melissa trying to scream through the gag and could hear her legs pounding the bed as she kicked at the man that stood in front of Pegasus. He just turned to her and laughed. Pegasus tried to stand again, but the man in front of him slugged a right hand into his face. Another round of laughter, and then the man gripped Pegasus by the hair and hoisted him to a kneeling position. Another punch to the face, this one low around the jaw. His hair still being held though, Pegasus couldn't fall away, but was forced to take another punch, this one high around the eye socket. He then pulled Pegasus forward and knees him in the face.
The man finally releases his hair and Pegasus fell to the ground. He laughed again as he kicked Pegasus in the ribs, knocking him onto his side.
Pick him up... I want him to watch this...
As he lay on the ground, the second man stepped over him and tied his hands together. He was then set back on his knees, hands behind him. The bat was slowly lowered over Pegasus' neck, with the man's hands at opposite ends of the bat, he yanked back using the bat to choke Pegasus. The two struggled for a bit, but Pegasus being on his knees and tied up gave the guy a big advantage, and soon Pegasus stopped struggling as much. He was turned so that he could see Melissa, and when he tried to turn his head away, the bat was pulled into his throat even harder until he turned back.
The man that was doing all the talking now walked into view beside her again, his brown eyes watching over Pegasus, taking in all the physical pain he'd caused, and soon the emotional pain. Oh yes... he would enjoy giving him this pain, very very much. The man ran his hand down the side of Melissa's face to her chin, and then cupping it with his hand, forced her to turn towards him. He bent down to kiss her, all the while keeping his eyes on Pegasus who was now struggling against the bat. His eyes burning holes into the man as his lips got closer to her.
And then she spit at him. It did nothing to him, most of it going onto the ski mask, but the message was clear. He let her face go and slowly pulled back from her. He spoke to her, but he kept his eyes trained on Pegasus the entire time.
You could have been mine Melissa. You could have had anything you wanted from me, but you go and settle for this piece of shit. This nobody didn't even put up a fight. And you still wanna spit at me and stay with him. Well... I hope your happy with your decision now...
He turns and back hands her face, knocking her over on the bed. She tries to roll away, but he grabs her hair and pulls her across the bed towards him. He yanks her head up and points at Pegasus as he struggles to break free and help her, but the bat tightens around his neck again.
You see that fuck over there. You're lover or whatever the fuck he is. He's nothing, he couldn't even protect himself. What makes you think he could protect you? What makes you THINK he wants to protect a little bitch like you? He's nothing, and neither are you you dumb broad. You could have had it all, but this is what you wanted.
He slaps her across the face again as Pegasus keeps trying to struggle to be free. The man holding the bat is watching his friend beat Melissa, and he fails to notice Pegasus slowly slide his right leg forward and plant his foot on the ground. He shoves back with all his might and sends both him and the guy holding the bat crashing into the wall. The bat tightens around his neck, but Pegasus leans forward a bit and then throws his head back crashing it into his captive's nose. The bat drops to the ground, and Pegasus turns towards the guy. His hands are cupped around his nose, but Pegasus doesn't care. He kicks his leg forward and hits the man in the gut, and when he doubles over, Pegasus kicks him in the head and drops him.
The guy that was beating Melissa watched Pegasus take down the other guy, and then tried to sneak up on his back, but Melissa swung out with her foot and caught him in the groin and he too fell to the ground. Pegasus didn't stop on the guy he'd already knocked down as he continued kicking him. Ribs, head, everywhere. The man just curled up on the floor doing his best to protect himself. Pegasus turned just in time to see the man who was beating Melissa start to stand up. He wasted no time in getting to him and quickly delivering a kick to the side of the man's head. He went down but rolled away and got up too fast for Pegasus to attack again.
They stared each other down, waiting for the other to make a move. Pegasus was reluctant to run in though, having his hands tied behind his back and all. The masked man was trying to buy time so his friend would get back up to make it a two on one affair. And then was when the sirens started to sound outside of the building.
It was now or never for Pegasus, or else these two guys could escape. So he charged in and tried hitting him with a jumping kick.
The masked man knew it was now or never for him, or else the cops would catch them. So he charged at Pegasus...
Pegasus watched as the masked man dove out of the way and onto the bed where he rolled off just as Pegasus touched the floor. His friend had already reached his feet and the two of them bolted out the door. Pegasus took a step towards them, wanting to give chase, but then he turned towards Melissa still laying on the bed. She laid with her back to him, her legs curled up to her chest. Her arms were still tied behind her.
Melissa?
She didn't move. He slowly crawled with his knees onto the bed and leaned over her. She slowly looked at him with her good eye, tears no longer in it, and the gag still in her mouth. She looked at him, and then she looked away. Pegasus could hear footsteps in the hall now, they would find them soon and take care of them. He looked at her again, but she tried to hide her face in shame. He leaned down and pressed the side of his face into hers.
I... I'm sorry...
It really makes you wonder... what really does make a hero? Do such things even exist anymore? Have they ever existed in the first place? What really makes a person a hero? To be honest, heroes are things we may never see again. They have faded with time, and all that exists is the world we all live in now. Corrupted, bloodied, and Evil. Heroes aren't born, no one is pegged as a hero the second they open their eyes. No, not even Superman was a hero at first. And that is why there is still a chance. A chance for someone to make a difference. A chance for a new hero to emerge out of the Hell that has now engulfed the planet.
His heart pounded against his chest, wanting to break free of it's ribbed coffin. His hands gripped the steering wheel before him, the knuckles now starting to turn white with the force he used. His foot was heavy on the gas pedal as he made his way through traffic. He'd never felt this way before, scared of what he could possibly find. And from that thought sprang forth anger, pure no-nonsense anger. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. All of this and he hadn't even arrived yet.
Nothing happened to her Jonathan, everything will be just fine. You'll see, she'll be smiling and happy and everything once you get there. You'll see.
Yea... everything will be alright... you heard her on the phone, you know something is wrong. Go faster Jonathan, she needs you.
His foot pressed down a little harder on the gas now, but no matter how hard he pressed it wouldn't be fast enough. Her apartment was just a few blocks away now, and what happened earlier continuously played in his head, almost like a sick merry-go-round, taunting him, playing with him. It only added more fuel to the fire now as he pressed a little harder on the gas. The horns of the cars he nearly hit went unnoticed as it all played again.
A few minutes ago...
He set the razor down beside the sink as he looked his face over in the mirror. Had to be sure he didn't miss any stray facial hair before his date tonight. While it was true that he had lost his match at Trauma, it really didn't bother him much. Win or lose, he would still have the girl in the end. And that was what mattered tonight, it was all about Melissa. He'd spent most of last week preparing for a match he would end up losing, and never really gave her much of his time. This week though, was different. It was all about her, it was all about them. He ran a hand over his face just to be sure it was smooth, and then he exited the bathroom.
It was funny though... no matter how much he tried to fight it, it kept creeping back to his mind. Ace Anderson... PCW... all of it. He wasn't exactly top dog anymore, but it was easy to say that Ace Anderson was. Boasting one of the best records, the longest title reign, the biggest ego... the guy had it all. But... Pegasus had something on Ace that very few people knew about. A very obscure, almost invisible little fact. Ok, so it wasn't one on one competition, but a win was a win, and Pegasus could claim to be one of the few that held a win over him. Granted, it was a tag match that Ace walked out on... but hey, he was still part of it at the start.
Who was Pegasus kidding... he only had that win over Ace because Ace gave it to him. But... he felt good about the match... not saying he would win it. He wasn't sure he'd lose it either. One thing was certain about their encounter though... Pegasus was going to do his best to show Ace why he was a former World Champion himself. This wasn't going to be a "Win, loss, or draw, I'll give it my all!" deal. No, not this time. This match he would dedicate himself to once he hit that arena, there would be no shooting for a loss as long as he "gave it his all." He was looking for a win over the biggest name in PCW, Mr. Ace Anderson himself. One of the first people to do it in quite a long time, well, besides The Byrd... speaking of time...
One quick glance at the clock that was placed upon his dresser told him that not only was he late, but she was as well. And he hadn't even received a phone call or anything to let him know she would be late. He shrugged it off though and threw on the blue shirt that was laying upon the bed, taking his time as he buttoned it up. One final trip to the bathroom to look himself over in the mirror and he was ready to go... except for the fact that his date wasn't here yet. That was when the phone rang.
The present...
He swerved as a car pulled out of a side street into his path, although he did over-exaggerate the incident. He'd have been fine if he'd have gone straight, but it scared him into jerking to the side just a bit, and that movement caused him to snap back to his task at hand. Good thing too, as her apartment was just ahead. He took his foot of the gas as his truck pulled over near the curb, and when he was almost in front of the building, he slammed on the brakes. His truck screeched a few feet but ultimately came to a stop. The truck was in park and shut off and he was out the driver side door in what seemed less than a second. The steps to her apartment complex were leaped in their entirety as he hastily made his way to the door.
He gripped the handle and pulled but his attempt was met with failure. It was locked, and the only way in was if he was buzzed in, or someone opened the door for him. He jiggled the door once more to make sure it was locked before he pressed the button to Melissa's apartment. He only hoped she could let him in, that she was capable of it. His hand rested on the handle, ready to yank it open the second it became unlatched... and he waited... and he thought... and the event played over in his head again...
Back to a few minutes ago...
He looked himself over in the mirror again, making sure his "look" wasn't messed up at all. His hair, his clothes... he wanted it all to be perfect for her. It wasn't like he did this stuff all the time, in fact... this was the first "official" date he'd been on... ever. Had to start somewhere, he was just making a later start than others. And then the phone rang.
He didn't walk or jog to the phone, he full out sprinted to it. Just hearing her voice put a smile on his face.
Hello?
His eyes beamed as he anticipated her voice, her sweet words to filter through the phone line. Although it was her, her tone and words were anything but sweet. His face dropped as she sobbed hysterically into the phone.
Jonathan! I don't know what to do! They are trying to get in here and I told them to go away but they won't listen. I told them I called the cops and everything, but they just keep banging on the door.
Calm down Melissa, who's trying to get in?
I don't know for sure, I think its...
Something crashes in the background of the phone, and a scream pierces the phone line. The door had given way and a mix of men's voices mix in with Melissa's. A second scream followed by what sounds like a slap is heard, followed shortly after by something solid, a body, falling to the floor.
Jonathan... help... m...
The phone cuts off before the last words are spoken, but he knew what they were. The shock freezes him in his spot, and the phone slips from his grasp to the floor. He reaches out to grab hold of something, anything... but finding nothing he falls to his knees. He stares at the phone for a few seconds before he comes under control of himself again. He bolts to his feet and out into the hallway. He had to get to his truck, he had to get to her...
Back in the present...
He'd wasted too much time already, he couldn't wait a second longer. He stepped back from the door and then thrust his foot into it. He heard it groan under the force of the blow, so he did it again. It moved this time, but still remained standing. The third kick is what knocked the door in. He spent no time recovering as he jumped up the steps as fast as he could, nearly tripping several times.
He finally made it to the second floor and quickly found room 202... her room. The door was nearly shut, but he saw that it hung loosely, and upon touching it with his hand he found it swung open easily. Well, until it fell off the top hinge. The frame where the door latched had been busted through as well. It was not something Pegasus wanted to see.
He continues on into the apartment, but his heart drops as he sees the carnage inside. Chairs were knocked over, lamps lay broken upon the ground, and the most disturbing sight of all, small drips of blood leading away from a smashed phone. Granted the small spots were somewhat far apart, but they were still there.
Fear... it was a dangerous feeling, but also sometimes a blessing in disguise. If one fears for their own life, then they become cautious, paranoid even... but it just might end up saving their life. If someone fears for another person's life, they can lose value of their own life, caring only for the other person at that moment and ultimately throw caution to the wind. It was the state of mind Pegasus now found himself in, no longer caring for his own well-being. He had to save her.
He quickly followed the small trail of blood to her shut bedroom door, and he could hear her muffled cries as a man talked to her. He didn't waste time listening, and he reared back and thrust his foot into the door. It flew open and Pegasus charged in, ready to administer justice in his own special way. Melissa was propped up in her bed, her hands behind her back and no doubt bound together. Her right eye was nearly swollen shut and her nose had blood dripping from it. A balled up sock was used as a gag so she wouldn't scream. It was soaked through with a mixture of blood, saliva, and an endless stream of tears as they trailed down her face.
Her shirt had been ripped from her body, leaving her chest bare. Several bruises now decorated her upper chest and neck, and blood from her nose had dripped down and left a now hardened streak of crimson down her body. Her pants had also been removed, but her underwear still kept her from being entirely exposed. Her legs also carried a fair share of bruises, even more than her upper body did, more than likely from the struggle she put up as her attacker attempted to take her pants off.
Her good eye looked him over and widened in shock upon realizing just who it was. The man that sat beside her didn't seem as surprised though. His hand slid up her body and gave her left breast a squeeze. She closed her eyes and turned her head away in shame, in pain.
Don't you worry, this will only take a second and then I'll get back to you, Melissa.
The sight was enough to make Pegasus sick to his stomach, but he fought back the urge to vomit knowing that he couldn't. He had to handle this first, he had to punish this man. His eyes focused on the man as he stood up, a few inches taller than Pegasus was, but not as muscular. He wore regular blue jeans, a plain black shirt, and a ski mask covered his face. His eyes though, Pegasus saw those brown globes the second the man turned. Vicious, cold, and pathetic. He hated them, he hated this man. No... this wasn't a man... this was less than a man. And Pegasus wanted to make it suffer.
We've been waiting for you. I figured it was you she was on the phone with, so we decided to get comfy and all right here and wait for you to come visit her.{The man looks upon her almost naked body and whistles before turning back to face Pegasus} She's one nice piece of ass.
Pegasus lunged forward at the man, but he wasn't fearing for his life. He was fearing for hers, and in doing so he threw caution to the wind. It would be his downfall in this encounter, as a second man that was hiding out of view stepped in and slammed a baseball bat into Pegasus' gut. Needless to say, the blow stopped him cold and he fell to his knees gasping for breath. Pegasus refused to stay down though, and he slowly put one foot underneath him, and then he struggled to get back up. A second shot with the bat stopped that attempt, the blow this time hitting him in the back.
He fell down to his hands and knees again, straining to get air into his lungs. He could hear Melissa trying to scream through the gag and could hear her legs pounding the bed as she kicked at the man that stood in front of Pegasus. He just turned to her and laughed. Pegasus tried to stand again, but the man in front of him slugged a right hand into his face. Another round of laughter, and then the man gripped Pegasus by the hair and hoisted him to a kneeling position. Another punch to the face, this one low around the jaw. His hair still being held though, Pegasus couldn't fall away, but was forced to take another punch, this one high around the eye socket. He then pulled Pegasus forward and knees him in the face.
The man finally releases his hair and Pegasus fell to the ground. He laughed again as he kicked Pegasus in the ribs, knocking him onto his side.
Pick him up... I want him to watch this...
As he lay on the ground, the second man stepped over him and tied his hands together. He was then set back on his knees, hands behind him. The bat was slowly lowered over Pegasus' neck, with the man's hands at opposite ends of the bat, he yanked back using the bat to choke Pegasus. The two struggled for a bit, but Pegasus being on his knees and tied up gave the guy a big advantage, and soon Pegasus stopped struggling as much. He was turned so that he could see Melissa, and when he tried to turn his head away, the bat was pulled into his throat even harder until he turned back.
The man that was doing all the talking now walked into view beside her again, his brown eyes watching over Pegasus, taking in all the physical pain he'd caused, and soon the emotional pain. Oh yes... he would enjoy giving him this pain, very very much. The man ran his hand down the side of Melissa's face to her chin, and then cupping it with his hand, forced her to turn towards him. He bent down to kiss her, all the while keeping his eyes on Pegasus who was now struggling against the bat. His eyes burning holes into the man as his lips got closer to her.
And then she spit at him. It did nothing to him, most of it going onto the ski mask, but the message was clear. He let her face go and slowly pulled back from her. He spoke to her, but he kept his eyes trained on Pegasus the entire time.
You could have been mine Melissa. You could have had anything you wanted from me, but you go and settle for this piece of shit. This nobody didn't even put up a fight. And you still wanna spit at me and stay with him. Well... I hope your happy with your decision now...
He turns and back hands her face, knocking her over on the bed. She tries to roll away, but he grabs her hair and pulls her across the bed towards him. He yanks her head up and points at Pegasus as he struggles to break free and help her, but the bat tightens around his neck again.
You see that fuck over there. You're lover or whatever the fuck he is. He's nothing, he couldn't even protect himself. What makes you think he could protect you? What makes you THINK he wants to protect a little bitch like you? He's nothing, and neither are you you dumb broad. You could have had it all, but this is what you wanted.
He slaps her across the face again as Pegasus keeps trying to struggle to be free. The man holding the bat is watching his friend beat Melissa, and he fails to notice Pegasus slowly slide his right leg forward and plant his foot on the ground. He shoves back with all his might and sends both him and the guy holding the bat crashing into the wall. The bat tightens around his neck, but Pegasus leans forward a bit and then throws his head back crashing it into his captive's nose. The bat drops to the ground, and Pegasus turns towards the guy. His hands are cupped around his nose, but Pegasus doesn't care. He kicks his leg forward and hits the man in the gut, and when he doubles over, Pegasus kicks him in the head and drops him.
The guy that was beating Melissa watched Pegasus take down the other guy, and then tried to sneak up on his back, but Melissa swung out with her foot and caught him in the groin and he too fell to the ground. Pegasus didn't stop on the guy he'd already knocked down as he continued kicking him. Ribs, head, everywhere. The man just curled up on the floor doing his best to protect himself. Pegasus turned just in time to see the man who was beating Melissa start to stand up. He wasted no time in getting to him and quickly delivering a kick to the side of the man's head. He went down but rolled away and got up too fast for Pegasus to attack again.
They stared each other down, waiting for the other to make a move. Pegasus was reluctant to run in though, having his hands tied behind his back and all. The masked man was trying to buy time so his friend would get back up to make it a two on one affair. And then was when the sirens started to sound outside of the building.
It was now or never for Pegasus, or else these two guys could escape. So he charged in and tried hitting him with a jumping kick.
The masked man knew it was now or never for him, or else the cops would catch them. So he charged at Pegasus...
Pegasus watched as the masked man dove out of the way and onto the bed where he rolled off just as Pegasus touched the floor. His friend had already reached his feet and the two of them bolted out the door. Pegasus took a step towards them, wanting to give chase, but then he turned towards Melissa still laying on the bed. She laid with her back to him, her legs curled up to her chest. Her arms were still tied behind her.
Melissa?
She didn't move. He slowly crawled with his knees onto the bed and leaned over her. She slowly looked at him with her good eye, tears no longer in it, and the gag still in her mouth. She looked at him, and then she looked away. Pegasus could hear footsteps in the hall now, they would find them soon and take care of them. He looked at her again, but she tried to hide her face in shame. He leaned down and pressed the side of his face into hers.
I... I'm sorry...