InuYasha Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ The Lord and The Dragon ❯ Heart's Fury ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter 10

 

 

Dragon's Heart

 

Patrolling…

 

Okay, it was official. I was totally and royally pissed with capital P. As nice as the morning started; great coffee, melt in your mouth pastries, and the rug rats bringing me bags of candy, even a semi-rational conversation with my now part-time stalker-boy, it when to Hell fast. Real fast.

 

Earlier that day…

 

It started with me getting my butt handed to me by my captain for being late when I was five minutes early, then being informed that the Rookie would be riding with Danny on tonight's patrol of the park and I was to be solo on my Buell. The idiot wants me to ride the running trail inside the park alone; does he want me to get my throat slit? Yes, he probably does, jerk.

 

Then, he decided that “we” didn't have enough cases to work on so he handed me five cold case files to reopen and look into. I just love the way the “we” cases are always tossed to me, as if everyone didn't already know the extra work was mostly for me and I was expected to do all the filing and report work.

 

Which lead to my next pain, the Rookie. First the whine for my breakfast that I was eating at my desk; it's almost impossible to eat and drive a bike too. Then he gets all loud and “chest pounding” about me being solo for tonight. Hey, I liked the idea even less than he did, it was my butt on the line, but hearing him made me sound like a defenseless teenager or something, not a trained officer with a little known back up.

 

When Danny finally gets him to shut-up about me, he starts in on the extra workload, all the while shooting me glares over each file he opened. Sheesh, talk about mood swings, he goes from defending me to blaming me.

 

A few hours later we get a call to a house. The on scene officer briefed us before we entered. He was following up on a report made by a local school on one of its students. As the officer was pulling into the drive there were two gunshots fired. Upon entering he found an adult male dead from a gunshot to the chest and a 14-year-old female passed out with a 45 lying beside her.

 

As we entered we heard screaming, the girl must be awake. The sight in the room was heart wrenching. She was huddled in a corner, head down, crying and started screaming again when any of the paramedics or officers came close (they were all men). The gun and her position had been marked and were about five or six feet away from her now, the sheet covered body another 12-14 feet across the room. From the looks of her the school was right to be concerned, but as is too often the case, something was done too late.

 

The girl was a bloody mess, her face already a mass of blue and black marks with cuts on her lips and cheeks, a bleeding nose more than likely broken, and eyes only slits from the swelling. The rest of her wasn't any better, what clothes that were left on her were in shreds and bloody, bruises and welts ran up and down her body; arms, legs, stomach, shoulder and upper chest. I was sure that what skin the clothes hid and her back would tell the same story.

 

Softly telling the others to back off I slowly went to her, she glanced up at the movement made towards her, mouth open ready to start screaming again, only to freeze at the sight of me. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as if she wanted to say something but the only sounds coming out were croaks and squeaks for the over-strained vocal cords. As I knelt down in front of her blocking her view of the others the pain in her eyes showed clearly, almost as much emotional as physical, and I began to think more than just a beating happened, when she lunged forward straight into me.

 

On instinct I braced myself, feeling the tingle from the Blade, thinking it would shift and I was in danger, but she only sat on her knees head tucked under my chin crying. That was when I noticed her arms, from the looks of her left shoulder it was dislocated and the right forearm bent in the wrong angle. That was all I got before the Blade burned and I got the hard and fast version of what she had been through, not only today but also the last two-months since she was left alone with her foster mom's ex-lover.

 

There were times I really did hate being right, the beatings had only been foreplay for the dead man across the room. God, I wanted to be able to bring him back just to kill him again. The Blade sparked on my arm in agreement to the thought.

 

After a long while of crying on her part and coaxing on mine, she let the medics take care of her after I promised to stop by later to visit. As they did their work I pulled the driver aside and told him to get a rape kit done on her when they get to the hospital and to have the doctors call me later with the results, then he blinked twice before nodding in understanding. He left me to start writing on the chart they made for her, clipping my card to it when he was done.

 

After finishing up at the house, we went back to the station to do more paper work and make some calls to the school for more information about the situation. The day progressed with more yelling from the captain and complaints from the Rookie on everything from handwriting in files to what was for lunch. Also, as it got closer to the time for our patrol I kept getting little zaps from the Blade like it wanted something but wouldn't tell me what.

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Now here I was stuck in the Park hours after dark and I had to use the bathroom bad enough that my eyes felt like they were floating. Radioing to tell Danny I was going to be out of the park for a little bit and heading to the coffee shop just two streets over for a bathroom break earned the Rookie a few more strikes for the “you gotta tinkle” and the “can't you find a bush” comments. Had finally put the capital P to my Pissed.

 

Fifteen minutes later feeling a little dryer but no less frustrated, I find myself cutting through the smaller trails back to my earlier position, only to have the Buell choke and die at the edge of a small clearing. I got off to start checking the engine over for the problem. After ten minutes and finding no reason for the bike to not be working my Pissed meter was redlining. Pulling my phone out to call a rollback to take my baby to the shop a jolt shot up my arm from the Blade causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand up.

 

I feel the wind shift and the clearing seemed to have suddenly frosted over, bringing with it the smell of something wild and burning. No, that wasn't quite right, not wild more like the musk a feral animal gives off, yes and not a burning smell of fire but more of an ozone smell during heavy lighting; sharp and pungent but clean and energized.

 

Shit! I'm standing here analyzing the smell of a stupid breeze, with a broken Buell, in the Park after dark, after a day from hell, and a hunk of junk that keeps trying to electrocute me, one more bad thing happens tonight and I was not going to be held responsible for my actions.

 

Thru the spike of rage flooding my mind a soft rumbling voice spoke. “What a contradiction you are, human, Phoenix, Wielder, and from the scent markings the Dragon's Heart also. It's no wonder your Dragon it so insecure and protective.”

 

I turned to the voice when it first started speaking to see a vague shape of a tall man, slowly becoming clearer with each word. As he finished speaking I could see him perfectly not 10 feet away, well dressed and stylish. He exuded old money, old world class, and a `thou art so far beneath me' attitude that it would have made Irons envious.

 

As his words begin to filter in my mind coherency came but no understanding of his meaning; `human?' yes, Wielder yeah resigned to that, but what the hell is with the Phoenix, and markings, and smells for. And Dragons, I only know one and I don't think I'm liking the sound of the words Dragon's Heart either. That being said, the oh so hated `cryptic shit' had pushed the last button and I just went from Pissed to PISSED without thought.

 

Red was all my world had become; my sight shaded though a red lens. It was what I heard, the rush of blood. It was what I smelled, rich and sweet. It was what I tasted, warm and metallic. It was what I felt, not the heat you would think, but the cold sting of ice settling on the skin. Even the Blade had become cold and still, as if it had withdrawn into itself, not helping, but not hindering either. That did not improve my state of mind for I felt abandoned with its refusal to answer and betrayed because some part of me knew without a doubt that it had something to do with all this. [Author ID0: at ]

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