Thread: The Crow: Unforeseen Duet (Alvis Alendran & darkangel76)

Terror. Sheer terror. That's all she felt. Lucy tried to pull her thoughts together, but they were running too wild, too rampant for her to muster up anything coherent. There was blackness, an empty void as she stared up in surreal disbelief at the large man on top of her. She could feel his weight, so unwelcome as the rain poured downthe only thing washing her clean in this foulest of moments. Wriggling, writhing, it was of no use. He was just too heavy, too big. He had no plans on moving. And he was going to get his way. Tears fell like the rain down Lucy's cheeks, her breaths coming out in sharp pants as the reality of the situation began to sink in... How could her father employ such people? Why would he want her silenced? What did he think she might know? She was confused and never felt more alone. The ground was hard underneath her, the sky so dark as the drops pelted against her face. There was no sign of reprieve, just like there was no mercy in the actions of her assaulter. Someone her father knew, had sent, had... No...no...no... Lucy whimpered, but the man held her wrists fast with one large hand. His other quickly went to work ripping her shirt down its middle as if it were paper. No...no... But he just smiled, that wicked grin that made her tummy lurch, that made her long for death. For surely death would be better than this. And then the man paused and she heard a voice in the distance, muffled due to the blood that thundered in her ears. Lucy strained to see what was going on, who had caught the attention of her attacker. But she couldn't make anything out. The rain was too thick and she was stuck fast against the unforgiving pavement as it bit into her flesh, her palms still burning from their scrapes. The man on top of her seemed preoccupied, his head twisting this way and that as the voice sounded in the distance. Just who was there? With a shaky breath, Lucy mumbled a prayer, her green eyes clamping shut when the voice became louder, forceful. A vigilante? Most of those sorts had become scarce, the laws harsher now and the corruption of most local cops who allied themselves with people much like...her father...on the rise. It had become a problem for everyone. And she hated it. The few who stood up to crime and sought justicetrue justicethey were rare, a breed that barely existed any longer. Lucy felt her body trembling, the fear rising in her veins. She hoped that whoever was out there distracting this beast on top of her wasn't going to get himself hurt. She saw the knife glinting in the distorted light of the night, her heart pumping harder, her mind going numb. Oh god... she whispered, bracing herself for the worst. Only it never came. One moment he was there, ready to hurt, to abuse, to... And the next he was gone, his large body somehow pried off of her and onto the black asphalt. Lucy didn't bother to watch where he'd gone, instead scrabbling backwards, trying to back away from the events unfolding before her eyes. She plunged her hands into her matted down red hair, pushing it away from her face. As the rain fell, she could see two men fighting. Or, what appeared to be two men. One was large, brutishher attacker. The other...her eyes widened as she stared at him, breath catching in her throat. It was him! That face! Those eyes...that mouth! Just how was that possible? Lucy's hands began to shake as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. Every time the thug struck his blow, the other man was able come away without so much as a scratch. What was he? An angel? She looked up into the black sky, the rain caressing her skin with feather-light kisses, washing away the grime of the attack. Looking back at the brawl between the two men, she found herself being called toward her vigilante, the one from her dreams, despite the brutality she was witnessing. It was for her, to help her, to protect an innocent. Such rarities. Suddenly, it was over. The vigilante or angelLucy scarcely knewmade his final death strike. He threw the knife into the large man's eye, the blade sinking deep and no doubt puncturing the brain. The brute dropped, his body spasming before finally lying still and running with blood as the rain continued to fall. Lucy stood up, her body soaked, her clothes torn and hugging her body due to the rain. Slowly, hesitantly, yet feeling a pull so strong it made her heart ache, she walked toward her rescuer. M-me? Lucy whispered, astonished that such a man would wonder what she was when he was the one who could miraculously heal himself after being stabbed several times. I...I'm just Lucy, she said. Well, Lucinda. But... her voice trailed. Just Lucy. No one special. She looked down at the pavement, ribbons of red running along it and dripping into the nearby sewers. I... she continued, a shaking hand reaching out, only for her to pull it back. I'd like to know who you are? she then asked, biting down on her lower lip. Not wanting to sound harsh, she added. So that I can thank you. Lucy felt her cheeks warm a bit, her green eyes looking away from that face she'd seen time and time again in her dreams. Just how was this possible? She'd never seen him before... Swallowing hard, she looked back at his facethose eyes and that mouth. She'd never forget them. Not ever. And I'm not sure what you mean? Lucy stated, pondering this man's other question. Who's face? She knitted her brows together as she frowned slightly and then suddenly it was all too clear. This man knew Aleena. Oh...you mean Aleena... she said with a heavy sigh, her arms crossing about her body as she shivered. I'm her sister. The one who won't work for daddy, who isn't the perfect princess, the disappointment of the family. But Lucy was all right with those things. Only now, over the years, it had ruined the relationship she'd had with her twin. Forever driving that wedge between them, severing the closeness they'd once shared as little girls. Her younger twin sister.