Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Dreams ❯ In the light of day (Ch2) ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ nor do I imply I own them. The only thing I own is my story and my characters. The others are brought in for comic relief and my own perverted pleasures. ;)

Warning: There's gonna be graphic sex, violence, and talk about rape and other random things. If this offends you deal or leave. Whatever you want to do. Oh and there just might be yaoi or yuri, dunno yet.

Notes: "talking", `thinking'

Chapter 2: In the light of day

It wasn't too bad of a day for me. The usual jeers and catcalls as I rode into work and some idiots that either don't know my rep or were too drunk to care. Pretty uneventful until about eleven. I was out back getting a case of beer to put in the cooler. They had just been dropped off so I was putting them away. I know I should have been paying more attention, but I was in a hurry. My boss wanted them in and wanted it done now right this minute. So I was hurrying and not watching out.

Stupid me.

The attack came as I was bending over to grab another case. I heard a sickening crack as something hard hit the back of my head. I nearly collapsed onto the cases, but spending the past few years working on my self preservation kicked in. My coordination was bad but I did manage to swing around and nail the guy with a case. I let go as it hit him and had the satisfaction of seeing and hearing all those bottles shatter on him.

Then I was grabbed from behind and punched in the gut. I fell to the ground coughing and with my ears roaring from the first blow. I was starting to get dizzy and I could feel blood trickle down the back of my neck to mat my short hair. When I finally looked up I realized this wasn't just a couple of guys looking to score some beer from the bar. No it was five sadistic sons of bitches that I had fought off unwanted advances from in the past.

Advances that had ended in me breaking something of theirs. Mostly just a few noses, but one had been so persistent I had broken his arm. He was the one who stood before me now. "Not so cocky now are ya bitch?" he asked before landing a kick to my side which sent me sprawling on the concrete. I tried to get up, but they wouldn't let me. They started kicking and beating on me. One had a baseball bat. The same that had delivered the first blow. Another had a pipe. I felt a crunch as one rib broke then another under the force of their beating.

This all happened within mere moments. I started coughing up blood as the door to the back slammed open and I heard a roar. Light blinded me for a moment and then I screamed as one of them tripped over me in their haste to get away from my boss. He had heard the case break and come to investigate. As they ran he knelt down to cradle my pain wracked form.

Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth as I looked up at him. I could see tears in his eyes. Tears? It couldn't be. I was too unimportant for someone to cry about me. Even if I was dying. Somehow I knew that to be the case, but I wasn't scared. I probably should have been, but I wasn't. I reached a trembling hand up to touch his face. My fingers left smudges of blood. "Sorry boss. I should've been watching," I whispered.

"Shh, it's okay Angel. They won't get away with this. Just hold on a little longer till I can get you an ambulance."

I looked at him bemused as I felt my consciousness ebbing. I could hear shouts and running feet. He looked up and said something to someone and they ran off like a bat outta hell. All this for one piece of poor white trailer trash. All this for someone who didn't amount to anything in the grand scheme of things. He tried to say something, but I couldn't hear him. Everything was starting to go black. I did feel my hand go limp and slide down his face though leaving more blood behind it.

So much blood. I could feel it pooling underneath me. I started to shiver and he held me tighter. I would have been comforted if I could have felt it, but the darkness was rushing in and soon that was all I could see. There was no light. Wasn't there supposed to be light. Wasn't there supposed to be an end to pain and grief.

All I know is that the pain awakened anew after I had been floating in that peaceful darkness. I don't know how long I had been like that but I knew I wanted to go back yet I couldn't. And then there was light. A lot of it. And a comforting presence I had never felt before. The pain was unbearable yes, but the gentleness of the arms that now supported me surprised me because I could also feel the deadly power within them. There was an edge to the presence as well. One that I felt keenly. They were a warrior.

Before I could assimilate how I knew this the pain escalated and I screamed. Then as I lost consciousness again I slid into a liquid, refreshing and painless, and somehow I knew everything would be alright. If I had been more myself I would have been cynical about the whole thing, but I wasn't. I had just died hadn't I? I had just died and been brought back and now I was going to live. Live.