The Dark Warrior

Chapter 1; Rescue

CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT!
VIOLENCE/GORE, LANGUAGE, SENSITIVE THEMES INCLUDING MENTIONS OF RAPE AND SEXUAL ASSAULT
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
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Tavo's POV

I darted forwards, this would be my biggest kill yet... I held the poisoned dagger backwards in my hand, preparing to strike. The shrouded man slept with his back to me- and had no reason to suspect I'd harm him even if he sensed me here.
His dark orange and black worn weathered face showed an age much older than that of the man he actually was, his orange and red eyes flew open- but too late, I drove the dagger down and sliced his throat open.
'Tavo what-' was all the Zabrack managed to say before blade met flesh and his words cut off with a choked gurgle, I stepped back to avoid the spray of blood. Tearing his cloak, I pressed it against his throat.
'Farewell, Master' I hissed, before ramming the knife deep into the Dark creature's chest- between two ribs directly into his right lung. I pulled the cloth away- the man flailed his arms for a few seconds as the poison raced through him, then his eyes glazed over as he grew still. I glanced around, removing my 'assassins cloak'- namely, the bloodstained cloak I wore to kill people without being recognised (this man knew me well) and placing it in a black leather bag hidden on my back, along with the dagger, fleeing the scene of my latest crime.
I had barely made it down the corridor when I got a fist to the face- from a human follower of the old Zabrack I'd just killed. How had he figured it out so fast??
I bolted past him, wishing I hadn't put the dagger in the backpack- it would have done well right now...
'Tavo Nidara! You murderer!' The man yelled- loud, TOO loud. He had to die too. I swung my backpack off my shoulder and tried to open it, but got kicked back into the wall. I groaned as I hit it hard, but avoided hitting my head on it- which could well have been game over. This man towered over me- nearly 7'! Behind him, another three men of similar heights appeared. I managed to grab the knife from the bag- careful not to put my hand on the highly toxic blade. A single paper cut sized wound on your finger could kill you in a day if the finger wasn't amputated within minutes. A large stab wound could kill in seconds.
Still, these four men would prove difficult to overpower with no other weapon. They didn't wait any longer, all four rushing me at once. I picked one as a target, meeting him head on and slashing his throat, another grabbed me with strong arms and I slid the knife straight from one elbow to the other via his hands, careful not to catch myself. He swiftly let go, arms shaking violently. The first man hit the floor, dead, the second started convulsing and coughing up blood- in a few minutes he'd be dead too. I turned, too late to avoid a killer fist to the face- the second now and it sent me reeling. I saw stars, I felt sick, I very nearly blacked out and dropped the knife, but sheer desperation kept me awake.
'MURDERER!' Five more men came running. As I felt another kick, this time to the leg, I knew this was hopeless. I could barely keep on my feet- I wasn't sure what the damage was but I wouldn't be able to stay up for long now- still, I drove towards the man who'd first hit me, driving the dagger straight into his torso. I wrenched it free viciously, smirking as his guts spilled from his insides, the man looked down in sheer shock and swiftly joined the mounting pile of bodies. There was a loud THUD and the sharpest bolt of pain yet as I ducked my head just in time to take a blow from a mallet to the shoulder and upper arm. I screamed as I felt the bone in my arm shatter, then swapped knife hands and sliced the mans hand straight off. That man may not have realised it yet- but he was dead meat now.
The six men rushed me, and I was thrown quite literally backwards into the door. Summoning all I'd been taught, I managed to fling three of them back using the force, but two of them grabbed my arms- I threw the knife expertly out the window just before they could grab my left arm and take it from me, knowing with it in their hands, I'd be dead.
The last man stood before me, smirking and punching me in the stomach. I nearly threw up, and yet another blow to the head made me weak, I went limp in the men's vicious grip.
'What say we have some fun with her before we kill her, eh?' The last man said, smirking around at the remaining men. They ruthlessly agreed, tearing at my clothes, ripping my black cloth shirt and violently ripping off the corset that I had on over the shirt. My top half was now exposed, I shivered, aware of what was to come but unable to do anything about it- my leg wouldn't support my weight and I felt so sick and dizzy I barely knew which way was up.
One of the three I'd thrown moved forwards past the man and crouched by me, then gripped my chest in both his hands and squeezed harshly. I spat at him, trying to free my arms but one of them grabbed at my broken upper arm causing me to scream and nearly black out. The second of the three I'd thrown man started unzipping his pants, I glared defiantly at him as he got on his knees and grabbed one of my breasts, proceeding to jack off onto my chest. The other laughed and jeered at me.
The other man I'd thrown had begun thrashing on the floor- the one who's hand I'd cut off with the dagger. The man moaned in agony as the poison took over, then, grew still. Dead, like the others.
Five left. Two pinning me where I was, one, zipping his pants back up and shoving the first one who'd grabbed my chest forwards so he could have his 'fun'
This man unzipped his trousers too, but stood directly over me. He took a hand, wrenched open my mouth and shoved himself into it. Without hesitation I bit down so hard I sliced his 'manhood' in two, spitting the vile thing out onto the floor. That man howled, jumping backwards, grabbing what was left of his dick as blood poured from it.
The two men not restraining me crouched by me now, one slapped my face hard, the other took out a penknife and danced it round my left eye. I watched it in terror, the man smirked widely then drew the knife from just above my left eyebrow, down over my eyelid as I'd shut my eye and onto my cheek. At my cheek, I felt the knife scrape bone. I bit back a scream- but to no avail, the pain was intense! Blood poured from my face, blinding me in that eye- though I knew the knife had caught my eye the wound wasn't deep on the eye itself so I had hope I'd still be able to see. Not that that mattered, they'd have their way and then kill me, I knew.
'Not so pretty now are you, sweetheart?!' The man said, voice deep and boomy.
'Fuck you!' I spat back, gritting my teeth against the intense pain.
'No, lets fuck you. Spread her legs' one of the two restraining me shoved me fully onto the floor, pinning me by the shoulders. The second man grabbed one leg, the third the other, whilst the man who's dick I'd bit off still howled like a pussy in the corner. I screamed in both anger and fear, thrashing against them but I couldn't move. The last man tried tearing off my jeans- but was stopped by a voice behind him.

'Let. Her. Go.' The voice was male- and of a difference accent than here. It wasn't loud, but the menace I heard was what has stopped him.
'What, you gonna make us? She's a murderer!' The thug turned- a weakness, an opening, if only I wasn't pinned I could have made use of it. I seethed thinking of all the ways I could kill that fucker right now.
'That makes two of us' the man replied- I heard the noise of a lightsaber activating, and the man before me was impaled on a flickering, red blade. As my assailant dropped to the floor, the man was revealed. He wore a black cape, draped back over his shoulders, a black wrapped cloth made up his shirt and a thick black belt secured it in place. Black leather jeans, boots, and pleated arm guards topped with scaled shoulder guards finished his attire. The men holding me released me and rightly ran- but the newcomer raised a hand and froze all three in place. None could move, the injured man behind him started to hobble away but was stopped by a lightsaber to the throat. The man looked his way for a second, gave a twisted smirk then followed through, so killing him.
I tried to cover myself with my arms, the man sheathed his lightsaber, shrugged off his hooded cape and wrapped it round me. He had a leather pleated neck guard too- this man was clearly a warrior.
'Are you ok?' He said, voice newly soft and filled with concern- quite a change from the threatening tone he spoke to the men with. I gave a slight nod, and was shocked when he extend his hand to reveal my dagger.
'I think you dropped this' he murmured, placing it carefully in my grip, watching the blade.
He stood, facing the three frozen men.
'Death would be a sweet release for you foul creatures. Murder is one thing... Rape, another. You all deserve to suffer for what you did to her, what you planned to do to her... But sadly, there's not the time. Death will have to do.' He bared his teeth and activated his lightsaber, swinging it once, twice, bringing it in a twirling motion round his head as he spun past one man to the last, three times. He released their hold and all three fell to the floor in halves. The man returned to me.
'You got a name, kid?' He asked, voice soft again. He crouched on his haunches by me but tilted his head down and to the side as to be less intimidating.
'Tavo, Nidara. Who are you?' The man smiled slightly. I liked his smile, I decided.
'Tavo... That's a nice name, I like it.' The man took a hesitant breath.
'My name is Kylo Ren, just call me Ren. As for who I am, You will have heard of me...' A flash of recognition ran through me.
'I don't know you by name, but you are him aren't you, the Jedi Killer? With the First Order?' Ren gave another slight smile and nodded.
'Aye... That'd be me. Come on, we don't have much time. Can you walk?' I stretched my leg, it hurt, but nothing I couldn't handle.
'Yeh I can' I didn't truly know this man, but I did owe him my life.
'Well, Tavo. I know you're force sensitive. Have you had training?' He sat up a little, now that he'd made it clear he wouldn't hurt me. His eyes were an amber hazel and brown, though before, I could have sworn they were black.
'...yeeeess... But we recently, had a disagreement. He taught me to use my powers for assassination duties. I was his personal bodyguard, bounty hunter, I killed, he got the credits' I explained.
'Ah. So he IS the one you killed in there, then. No matter. You have great potential. If you come with me, I'll keep you safe. But if you choose to go alone I'll understand. Not many want to follow me, with my reputation' he gave a slight laugh. 'Admittedly, not many know what I actually look like. The saber's a bit of a giveaway though, I suppose.' He paused, giving me a second to deliberate. Whist slightly disconcerted about the fact he seemed to know my old master- Though really- did I have a choice? I'd be dead on my own with these injuries, and my old Master had many more followers than just this. They wouldn't stop until I was dead- those fuckers were persistent as hell. Plus, there was something about this man- other than the whole 'he-just-completely-and-utterly-saved-my-ass' thing, that was truly intoxicating. Even if I hadn't had to go with him, I'd do well to. *plus he's not exactly what you'd call "bad looking"* I figured, giving a slight smirk though it pulled on the fresh wound in my face.
'Well, I need your decision now' he cocked his head towards me, a question on his features.
'I'd be honoured to follow you.' I said- to which he gave a wide smile. I liked this smile better- he was happy, and it looked like he didn't exactly smile often. I felt almost proud to have got this man to smile; a sharp contrast for the killer of men I'd seen earlier. He stood, offering me his hand. I took it, then limped along after him, into the night...