The Priest & The Blind: A Damian Priest Fanfic

Freya stays the night with Damian

Freya was searching through her drawers in the kitchen, and then, ran upstairs to her bedroom. She went into her closet and moved her clothes out of the way. She pulled out a cream-colored box and took out a 9mm Sig Sauer M17 silencer. She got up and went to her dresser drawer. Damian, his friends, and Orengo got out of their cars and ran up the steps to Freya's house. Damian began to knock on the door and it opened up by itself. Elektra and Daredevil stared at them while baring their fangs and Damian held his hands up in surrender.

Damian: Whoa, whoa, Daredevil, Elektra, it's me, Damian, I'm a friend of Freya, and these are my friends. They're not here to hurt Freya and they're not here to hurt you. We just wanna help Freya, I promise. Orengo, put your gun away before they rip your head off, and they will.

Orengo put his gun back in his holster and the wolves moved out of the way. They ran upstairs to Freya's room and they followed the wolves. Freya was loading up her silencer and she cocked it.

Orengo: It's okay, Freya, we got him. We got the man who hurt you. We need you to come down to the station and do a rape kit.

Freya (weakly): I'm sore, I'm hurt, I'm in pain, and I wanna kill him. I can still smell him all over me. It's like being sprayed by a skunk. He broke my body parts, Officer. My left arm feels broken along with my ribs and my private part feels like it's been stabbed repeatedly. What's his name?

Her back was facing them.

Orengo: Curt Bankhead, he raped 16 women in the past week, and somehow, got off scot-free. You're #17, Freya, I'm sorry.

Freya: Let me kill him. Givin' him a prison sentence won't do anything for him.

Dominik: He'll be somebody's bitch. They'll fuck him in prison and what makes it worse for him is that the guards ain't gon' do shit about it.

Orengo: You kill him, Freya, you're gonna wanna do it to every single bastard of a rapist, and we can't have a vigilante on our hands doin' our job for us, servin' justice.

Damian: Freya, is it loaded?

Freya: Yeah, and it's just like me, it's a silencer. The ones who are silent are the ones who are the most deadliest. 

Damian got in front of her and put on a pair of his shades over her eyes. She had her eyes closed while she was talking to them the entire time.

Damian: Give me the gun, Freya, please. You're safe with me, I promise. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. 

Freya gave him the gun slowly and he took it from her. She collapsed into his arms and he picked her up. They took her down to the hospital and they did a rape kit on her there. 

Thirty minutes later, Dr. Miranda walked out of Freya's hospital room and towards Bianca, Freya's parents, Damian, Damian's friends, and Officer Orengo. All of them stood up in the lobby and looked at him.

Dr. Miranda: Hello, I'm Dr. Miranda, I'm one of the doctors that worked on Freya. We found rips and tears in the vaginal area. Freya was indeed raped but her hymen isn't broken. She has--.

Bianca: Whoa, wait a minute, her hymen isn't broken, but she was raped?

Dr. Miranda: Yes, for example, Freya's vagina is a metal door, and her rapist's penis is a sledgehammer. That sledgehammer can dent up that metal door but it's not gonna break it. Freya's still a virgin, medically speakin'. We ran some tests on her. She has broken ribs and a broken arm. Due to the damage in Freya's left arm, she won't be able to swim again. She would have to give up mermaid performin' altogether.

Everybody covered their mouths in disbelief and Orengo moved his fingers through his hair.

Officer Orengo: How did she react to the news?

Dr. Miranda: She went silent and cried. We're releasin' her, tonight. She's gonna need to heal for the next couple of months or so. She doesn't need to be under any stress or pressure. It'll render the recovery process. I'm terribly sorry for what happened to her.

He walked away and wheeled Freya out to them. Her legs were bandaged up along with her arm in a sling and they saw the bandages on her ribs through her shirt. Dr. Miranda put his hand on her right shoulder lightly and she had a blank look on her face.

Dr. Miranda: Get better, Freya.

Denise (breaking voice): Freya, honey, it's okay.

Everybody held onto her and Freya gripped onto the wheels of the wheelchair. An hour later, Damian was pushing Freya in the wheelchair to his car and she fiddled with the cross necklace she had around her neck in silence. He unlocked his car doors with the key fob and opened the passenger's side door for her.

Richard: Let me help you, sweetheart.

He wrapped her right arm around his shoulders and she eased herself into the passenger seat. He put her legs in the car and closed the door. He looked at Damian, and then, at Freya before looking at Damian again.

Richard: You may not know me, but I'm Freya's father, and I may not know who you are, but we're gonna need to have a sit down, and talk man to man. I haven't spoken to Freya in awhile, but her and Bianca keeps in touch with each other more than anything. What's your name, son?

Damian: Luis Martinez, but I'm known as Damian Priest in the WWE, a professional wrestler. 

Richard: Well, Luis, I'm Richard Lawson, I heard that you beat that bastard like he stole somethin'. I wanna know more about you and what you have goin' on with my daughter. Thank you for savin' her.

They shook each other's hand firmly.

Damian: You're welcome, Mr. Lawson.

Richard: I'll send you the location, tomorrow.

Damian: I didn't give you my number.

Richard: I have my ways, Mr. Martinez.

He knocked on Freya's window and Freya lowered it down some.

Richard: I'm sorry for what happened to you, Freya. We're gonna make that son of a bitch pay, I promise. I'll see you, tomorrow, okay?

Freya: Okay.

Richard: I love you.

Freya: Love you, too, dad.

He kissed her right cheek and forehead. 

Richard: Luis, you take great care of my little girl, you understand me? If anything else happens to her on your watch, Curt Bankhead isn't gonna be the only one who needs a priest.

He walked away with the wheelchair and Damian got in his car. He drove away and left everybody behind. Fifteen minutes later, he pulled up to his place and grabbed Freya's gym bag from the backseat before getting out. Freya got out and Damian wrapped her arm around his waist. He unlocked the door and went inside the house. They went upstairs to his bedroom and she sat down on the bed. She had on her Pokemon sleeping clothes. Damian put Freya's clothes up in one of his drawers.

Damian got beside her and she laid her head down on the pillows.

Damian: This is gonna be your place for awhile. I'll give you the grand tour, tomorrow. You're safe, Freya, nobody's gonna hurt you, now. I'll make sure of it. I would've killed him if the cops hadn't made it there in time. I can have Daredevil and Elektra come over here and help you out with your recovery. I should've never let you outta my sight. It's my fault you were raped. I should've just ignored what you said.

Freya: Don't blame yourself for what happened to me. It wasn't your fault. It was his fault, my rapist's fault. He knew what he was doin'. You didn't know anything. It was nobody else's fault but his. I'm gonna press charges against him, and then, he's gonna rot in Hell with the rest of'em. Thank you for savin' me, Damian.

She kissed his left cheek and laid back down. He took a shower and got in the bed behind her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and they went to sleep.