Risk It All - Raph X OC

Unbreakable (R:MA)

Author's Note: Chapter finale!

She chose to walk, even though it would only delay the inevitable. At the end of the walk she would be murdered. In the meantime, she felt the breeze slipping through her hair and smelled the earthy tang of the grass and trees. The sky was a beautifull inky blue above her.

While she savore the last few minutes of life, her legs trudged mechanically up the hill. She could hear Sidorov huffing behind her. The steep incline was taking its toll, but his hand reamined firmly on her shoulder, claiming her as his prisoner. As they approached the carriage house, she saw the door lay ajar. To the right, a shadow of a figure was behind the carriage that looked to be moving.

"Hey Petroff," Sidorov called out.

The figure didn't acknowledge their presence in any way.

"Petroff!" Sidorov shouted this tie.

"I don't think he can hear you," she said irritably.

"Idiot," Sidorov muttered, his hand leaving her shoulder. "Sit!"

"What?" Brooke shuttered at his tone and confused with his demand.

"Sit down and don't move. Or I will kill you."

She did as he ordered, her movements awkward due to her bound wrists, the ground hard under her butt. She desperately looked around for any signs of Raphael. Her heart dropped when she didn't see him anywhere.

Sidorov strode ahead, gesturing with his arms, trying to draw the figure's attention. Whoever it was continued doing what it was doing until Sidorov was less than an arm's length away. Suddenly the figure whirled around and slammed the shovel into Sidorov, whose gun went flying. Screaming in fury, Sidorov launched himself at his supposed employee-turned-enemy, but the figure twisted away so fast Sidorov met with empty space and crashed to the ground. Unwilling to admit defeat, Sidorov levered himself up on his hands and knees, but his attacker was waiting for him. From the angle she was at, Brooke couldn't distinguish who it was, but she saw the shovel swung again, catching Sidorov in the leg. He topped over and lay groaning. The figure, now much larger, stood above him, brandishing the shovel.

"Stay down," a deep, lethal growl came from the figure.

Brooke jolted at the familiar voice and her heart beat in her throat. It was Raphael! After a moment at glaring down at his enemy he's been searching for, Raphael looked up and made eye contact with Brooke. Relief washed over him so overwhelmingly that he almost fell to his knees. She's alive. Brooke saw the concern and an intense emotion she'd never seen before on Raphael's face. She'd ask about it later, but for now she was overcome with joy that he was alive.

He stepped over Sidorov's body and trekked over to where Brooke was sitting. His relief quickly vanished to rage when he saw her battered face and bleeding arm.

"What the fuck? Did this bastard do this to you?" His growl sent shivers down Brooke's spine. She's never heard him this angry before. The muscles in his arm flexed so hard that the veins poked out, and he began to turn around to do more damage to Sidorov before Brooke spoke. Her hand shot out to grab his leg when he turned. "Wait, Raph. I'm okay. Just a little roughed up, but nothing I couldn't handle."

Raphael stopped his movement, anger was emitting from him like shock waves that Brooke could feel. It was staggering. His eyes remained on Sidorov's body on the ground, pure hate filled them. This anger was like when he was younger, uncontrollable. Untameable. Raphael didn't fucking care. This son of a bitch hurt his woman and he needed to pay. The wrath was bubbling over and he had to focus to get his words out, slowly and frighteningly, "He's gonna fuckin' die. I can't fuckin' believe I wasn't there to stop him from hurtin' ya."