Third part to "Pain"
WARNING: MENTIONS OF RAPE AHEAD
Yata was freaking out.
It'd been three weeks since you'd left the bar, never returning. You had left you phone behind, leaving no way to track you.
The guys had been out nonstop looking for you, even going as far as asking Scepter 4 for help. Yata wasn't happy when Fushimi joined the search, but he was so desperate to find you that he didn't say anything.
At first, there was nothing. No news of you, or from you, at all. You had just vanished. But then came the news report of a supposed rapist having been killed in an alleyway, just two day's after you'd gone missing.
It wasn't your rapist, Yata knew that for a fact. The man looked nothing like the person you had described to him that night in the hospital. But Yata knew it was you who'd killed the man in the alleyway.
After the man, came another, just a day later. Then another, and another, and another, and so on. Every body found had once been a scumbag, filth and evil of the earth, and Homra knew you were behind the deaths.
You were going on a rampage, that much was clear, and they were desperately trying to find you before something horrible happened.
You watched with narrowed eyes as the drunkard hooted and whistled at the poor girl just trying to walk home. The drunkard who was friends with your rapist, who was there the night you were attacked.
The girl, who couldn't be older than sixteen, was obviously uncomfortable and as she tried to walk past him, the guy's arm shot out and wrapped around her waist, yanking her onto his lap.
The girl yelped, and in seconds the guy was trying to remove her clothes.
That was when you entered the scene.
As he attempted to unclothe the girl, he cried out as his jacket caught fire, knocking the girl off his lap and standing, quickly pulling the jacket from his body. Both he and the girl looked shocked at the sudden flames, but the girl quickly went back to struggling to get away.
"Let go!" She screamed as he grabbed her again, tears starting to fall. "HELP!"
Your heels clicked against the pavement as you entered the alleyway, catching the mans attention. "Let go of her, now."
His eyebrows shot up, letting out a loud, obnoxious laugh. "Ha! Mind your business, little girl." He cackled. "It'd be in your best interest to leave and forget you ever saw this."
"It'd be in your best interest to let the girl go," You snarled. "I'd listen if I were you."
