Never (Froinel; later Gabriel/Mitsu )

[Kevala Badoer]

(ooc: This is a continuation of Days End and is subject to my rules as far as post order and what not. Luffs you guys!!! <3 )


You have to wake up. You have to get up now. You have been down too long. Remember what was happening, remember the man…YOU MUST GET UP!

Please get up. You cannot stay like this. No telling what is happening to you. Get up now and get Gabriel. It is the only choice you have any more.

Shut……up……I don’t want to get up….I am so…tired……

The man….You must remember him. The one who wished to claim you, the one who said you were his.

The one who called you his “pet”. Get up NOW!

The memories of the events that had occurred earlier slowly started to fill her mind. Flashes of images caught in time, the man, the blood, the panic, the fear…all of it beginning to once more enter into her mind and cause her small form to stir.

Her head hurt. A dull throb that started in the base of her skull and slowly worked its way around to her temples. It was not bad yet, but given time she was sure it would be unbearable. Everything was still so blurry in her mind, so out of reach that it all seemed like some form of a dream. Some nightmare she had yet to waken from and that threatened to pull her back in with every heavy breath she drew into her lungs.

But then there was a sound, something she recognized and yet that seemed so distant she could not be sure if it was real or not. Was her mind simply play a trick on her?

What was that sound?

It took her a moment to place it, but the soft , sad melody which lulled her into a false sense of security soon became clear. A piano. The sound of the notes filling the air brought a sigh from her lips. It had been a dream, and now she was home, somebody was playing her piano in her dining area. That had to be it. Perhaps Spike had finally decided to make an appearance?

It only made sense. At least in her mind it did anyways. But there was something off. Something not right about this situation.

If that was so her piano, then where was she? She would not be able to hear it from the couch, nor would she be able to hear it if she was in her room. Surely he had not let her sleep in the dining area…

Not to mention she did not remember going home.

That is when the final images of her encounter at the school began to surface in her mind. The arms wrapped about her, the smell of the cloth covering her nose and mouth, the pain in her leg and blood, everywhere. Her hands trying to grip the cell phone, the man………….

”I gave you your chance! I really did! I tried to be nice, but you had to be such a defiant little girl!….But now…I think I want to make you bleed….Coat that tiny body of your’s with blood , as I stab your eyes out and cut your hands to shreds!”

Those final words roaring through her mind as she whimpered out softly. The first signs of her slowly starting to regain consciousness.

Suddenly, the sound which had been filling the room and had given her hope, now sent a chill down her spine. This was not good. She should not be here. The voices in her mind once more rising to speak up, trying to get her to open her eyes.

Now you see! Open your eyes! WAKE UP!

Now! Do it! You have to get up!

But still she resisted, she kept hoping that soon enough a gentle hand would come to wake her. Be it Spike, Mitsu, Gabriel……she did not care at this point. She only hoped that it would all be a bad dream and that she had imagined the whole thing.

But then the music stopped, the room filled with silence….She held her breath, not daring to open her eyes which were still so very heavy with sleep and exhaustion. Then heavy footsteps broke the silence, moving closer toward her.

Please let that be Gabriel. Please let that be Gabriel.

They were too heavy to be Spike, and surely not Mitsu….But deep down, despite her mind’s wishful thinking…she knew it was not him. She knew every little detail about Gabriel, and though her heart and mind begged for it to be him, she knew that was not the sound of his walk.

Then, they stopped…..

Light sounds, too hard for her to make out would start to reach her ears. Though her mind did struggle to decipher what they were.

Nothing…..

Then a low, almost unheard whistle filled the room for an instant, her mind only having time to register it as something sailing through the air before she felt something graze against her, ripping her shirt and cutting lightly into her flesh. The sting of the fresh wound something akin to a scratch from a cat. Yet the thing still pressing against her told her that she was not that lucky.

Slowly her icy hues would begin to flutter open, only to fall closed once more as the light of the room blinded her and caused the pain of her head to increase ten fold.

Another low whistle, another graze through her clothes and against her flesh.

She had to move, this was not a good position to be in. So she tried…

And found instantly that she could not….Again panic filled her as she weakly pulled at her arms, only to have them unmoving, the cool feel of cuffs about her wrists slowly registering in her mind. Then she tried to move her legs, and the same could be felt upon them to. The pain shooting up her left leg from the wound she had suffered earlier.

It was then all hope faded and she would again force her eyes to open.

Everything was blurry, the light of the room keeping her from seeing but a few inches before her.

She shook her head, trying to clear it and bring everything into focus. Finally, her vision began to once more work for her, and she could now see the man who had captured her at the school standing there before her.

The things she had felt grazing against her now clear as he fired another arrow at her body, only to have it pass against her leg. Ripping her jeans and once more laying a little cut to her flesh.

The room she was in, was unlike anything she would have thought..It was bright, elegant and held the air of an almost formal ballroom. Above them hung a chandelier casting its glow through out the room.

Her mind began to slowly take hold of everything around her as well as her situation. She was chained, to the wall, along the far wall was a line of what appeared to be maids, standing dutifully as though waiting for a command.

In the far back corner, the one who had grabbed her was seated, two more maids assisting in repairing a wound to his arm.

She tried to lift her head, her hair falling down into her face as she did such and the pain in her head increasing.

Now was not the time for this. Not the time at all.

Those blue eyes, the first glimpse of which this man had yet to see, would again seek him out. Not daring to show fear she would simply look at him. Waiting. She had to get her mind clear so that she could try and figure a way out of this.

How long had she been here?

Did anyone even notice she was gone yet?

These questions filled her mind, yet she did not speak, the dryness of her throat making that near impossible, even if she had something to say.

So for now…………….she waited………….

[Froinel Belmond]

(OOC; Notice;

Kevala has all permission to state future actions from Froinel in her next post.

Thank you.

- Froinel Belmond.)

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It's bad enough that someone triest to push the fact that you're nw their puppet. Their plaything down your throat. That, in fact, is one of the most dangerous things that could be considered part of the whole aspect of knowing somoene. Sure, people were an odd race of a bunch, but this man was different.

In many ways, was he different.

Some people say, it was just because he wanted to be loved, other say that because he wanted to have power, others say, quite simply, for the evil little fact of torturing someone, just for the fun of everything outside of this world. People annoyed him, people disgusted him, and all he had to do, was make them feel miserable about themselves.

That was the kind of person Froinel was.

Nobody really knew; exactly what kind of person he was.

...

The door opened, as he twisted the knob into his so called, former, training studio. And there they would be. Evans, hauling in a girl, bringing her into the room as the maids would scuttle in behind them both, bending over backwards to make sure that their master was one hundred percent taken care of. The room was covered in almost ballroomlike material, it was the ideal place for someone to almost set up their own part of people.

Not really the ideal place to be torturing someone.

Still, now that Froinel had collected his prize, there was still something that needed to be adjusted. Back then, she still had a hell of an attitude. She really needed to be fixed in which case, would take some doing.

But there wouldn't be any way for her to talk like this.

"Put her on the wall."

The servants complied chaining her up to a giant wall, with many knicks and holes in it.

There was a giant fireplace on the right side of the wall, on the left.. A long line of maids all waiting to serve their master. Yet.. At the moment, the Master was only preoccupied with one thing.

His prize.

he stared at her, anxiously, as a maid then fetched all of his weapoons for him, more specifically, the bow, as he held it, being at least 30 feet away from that girl's chained up body, the maid bowed and walked off.

He looked at her, and then, to the black piano, as he removed his bow from his shoulder, the thing was giant, almost as big as he was, as he then unloaded a bow, from his quiver in the back. He would fire off an arrow.

*Fwick*

.. Grazing that beautiful body.

*Fwick*

*Fwick*

*Fwick*

Soon enough, the wall, was lined with arrows. Several around that body, as he fired them off, the bandana on his head would slowly move with the wind and force of his arrows.

As he would smile.

This went on for a while, now, as he then moved over to his paino, taking a seat slowly, cracking his fingers, and opening the keyboard..

Keeping The Peace

His fingers silently worked about the paino keys, as they played a soft, lamenting melody. It echoed about the room, as he closed his eyes, letting the room dance elegantly about with the music.. Yet nobody moved..

Nobody would move while he was playing.

Except for the stirring on the wall.

He would finish his playing, slowly getting up, before grabbinghis bow, quickly loading it with another arrow, stretching the strand ever so slowly. Arrow in bow.

"It's about time... Sleeping beauty.."

*Fwick*

That hissing noise would aim to graze her cheek.

"Wake up, wake up.. Sleepy time is over, Pet."

He would smile, as he edged closer, slowly, stepping until he was near her, about 2 feet away. That sick grin, and those eyes stuck on his face as he stared up at her evilly.

"I must say.. I'm impressed, Pet. You injured my butler. I'm quite shocked.. And.. You've got a lot of spunk."

He would reach up, his hand and fingers tickling under her chin just slightly.

"I like that.."

After that, his hand wouldmove up, slapping her across the face, again revealing that sick, evil grin.

"Don't you ever pull the farce that you did at that poor excuse for a school, again!"[/b]

He would then turn around, his face now turned furious, looking towards one of the maids. He would snap his fingers. The maid would run towards him, bowing before him in respect, as he smiled, that sickly grin, before he whispered something in her ear. After that, she scampered off upstairs.

He would then look at his pet again, grinning.

"You've been a naughty girl.. But since you're my pet, and I've chosen you.. I'll give you one last chance to redeem yourself.."

He would then take his sword, in his hand, detaching it from it's scabbard attached to his belt. The sword glowed a demonic red, as he brought it up to her other leg, not damaged.

"So.. Say it.. Say; 'I am sorry Master, I will never betray you again.'.. Do it.. And I might loosen these shackles."

Heh heh..

Hah.. Haha..

Hahahaha..

Ha Ha Ha Ha!![/i]

[Kevala Badoer]

------Part I------

That arrow would graze her cheek, feel the warmth of blood starting to flow down her face as she turned her head to the side. Then he came at her, stopping just before her before his hand would come across her face. HARD…..snapping her head to one side, the inside of her cheek splitting against her teeth and the taste of blood filling her mouth.

Then came his demand, the words he wished her to speak.

Slowly she would turn her head back to look at him, crimson already filling those eyes in slow, spiraling threads throughout the blue. Feeling the blade of his sword against her other thigh.

Shit, shit, shit, shit! What the hell are you going to do now? You cannot let him think he owns you but you cant let this happen. You have to stop it.

Stay strong. Somebody will come. Or you will figure out how to get out of this. I am sure. Just…hang in there.

She growled lightly. This man had picked the wrong girl to try and mess with. Honestly he had. Did he think she was some weakling who would give in so easily? Just because she was small did not mean she was pathetic.

“Never……..”

Instantly, as soon as the word left her lips, she felt him drag that blade across her thigh. Blood flowing down her leg as the new would opened up and shot pain through her entire body. Yet she would bite down onto her lower lip, stifling back a scream. No, she would not let him have that satisfaction.

Anger filling his eyes as he looked back at her, another slap of his hand across her cheek, sending her head to the side once more before she heard a snap. It was then she felt the chains about her tighten, biting into her flesh. Eyes turned to find two maids, one on each side of her, set to pull the chains tighter, apparently whenever he wished it so.

Kev would feel her stomach turning. It had been awhile since she lost that much blood. Ever since Gabriel had helped to get her over her need for it she had not suffered any serious injuries, aside from when she tried to kill herself and when her family tried to kill her. This was different though, this was not going to stop any time soon, she could see it in his eyes.

Suddenly, the maid he had sent running off would return, a wooden box held in her hands as she came to stand next to him once more, her head bowing.

He then stopped, lowering the now bloody sword away from her and turning to the girl. He would then open the box, a sick and twisted grin forming on his face as he pulled out …

What the hell was that?

A…collar? It was gold, with rubies embedded in it and the words ‘Master’s Pet’ engraved on it.

Oh hell no! Not happening!

But sure enough he came forward.

”Now, everyone shall know you are my pet.”

His hands coming up, even as she struggled, and snapping the collar about her slender neck, then he turned once more, taking a lock out of the box the collar had been in and placing it upon it.

“Don’t go getting any ideas either. I am the only one with the key my pet.”

With that he held the key up teasingly in front of her, before dropping it down into his pocket. She had just enough time to register this before he would again backhand her. Sending her head to the other side and causing more blood to spill forth, to which she spit it out toward him.

Probably not her best idea…..

The sudden sting of his dagger running deep into her thigh, making it clear that she indeed had done the wrong thing. Again she bit back a scream of pain as she slammed her head back into the wall. Eyes going up to the ceiling.

Honestly she could not help but feel the tears fill her eyes yet she fought them back. No, she would not give in that easily. He just needed to get that out of his mind.

Pain cutting through her as she held back a whimper…then, just like that, he slowly began to drag the blade out of her….Her entire body tensing up as she felt another fresh gush of blood down her form.

She kept her eyes up, away from him, only to feel his hand reach up, gripping her hair at the back of her head and forcing her face down to meet his.

In that instant those crimson hues would lock with his and she would growl once more, only to have him forcefully press a kiss to her lips.

She felt the heat of his breath on her, felt the way his tongue brushed against her lower lip, tasting the blood there, felt the way he did such with hunger and demanding passion.

It was enough to make her sick, her head jerking to try and pull away, yet the grip he held on her hair not allowing her to do such, only succeeding in pulling out some of it before he would jerk her head back and into the wall with as much force as he could manage.

That is when, with the darkness filling her mind, she lost consciousness…………for the first time……..

------Part II------

She would come awake, once more feeling the dull throb in her head, and the pain of her wounds slowly creeping over her as she again struggled to open her eyes. That voice that was becoming all too familiar once more demanding that she wake up.

“Time to get up my pet. Time to show your Master that you have learned your lesson.”

Another slap across her face, this time her lip splitting open and spilling blood down her chin. Slowly her eyes began to open and focus upon the face of the man who liked to fancy himself her owner. Still hatred flowed through her form as she looked at him.

That sickly grin only drawing her attention for a moment before she would catch the glint of that dagger in her hand once more.

Instantly she felt a whimper threatening to bubble up in her throat, though she forced it back. Eyes following the dagger as he lifted it up, placing the blade against the top curve of her breast, over her shirt….

“Now, are you going to be a good girl and bow down to your Master?”

Those eyes of his finding her own, as he waited. She could feel the tip of the blade pressing down into her flesh, breaking the skin and sending a pin prick of pain through her…

“Go…to hell…”

She spat out weakly.

He shook his head, that sick smile still there as he pressed down harder this time and began to drag the blade down over the curve of her breast…slowly, pain burning through her with each and every second that ticked by….yet he did not stop…..

“I hold your precious little life in my hands pet…you should remember that when you speak to me in such a way.”

The blade continuing down, over her breast bone, now, the sound of fabric ripping, blood pouring down her chest now…..yet still she struggled not to cry out, not to scream.

His hand coming up, her automatic reaction to flinch away but instead of another slap it was a gentle touch of his hand to her cheek, almost a soothing touch which was more fearful to her than the slaps he delivered.

The blood loss slowly starting to take hold of her mind, as he pulled away and then turned to leave, the sound of his footsteps drawing her eyes toward him as he made his way toward the fire. His maid running to him carrying what looked like a ……

Oh FUCK NO!

The metal rod being placed into the fire as he seemed to hum to himself. Then, as he pulled the red hot, glowing metal from the flames he would make his way back toward her…..

“Now, to make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

She shook her head, but instantly she felt his hand jerk her shirt up, and then her pants pulled down to expose her soft and smooth hip.

The pain she felt then was too much as he pressed the brand to her flesh. Tears falling down her face as she finally broke free with a scream of pain. Her entire form trembling as she felt the heat cutting through her body and then the nerves beginning to die. It was more than she could stand and soon enough she was fading once more…

Her head falling forward as she dangled there upon the wall…..her body bleeding, the scent of burnt flesh filling the air, and her breathing light and broken………….

------Part III------

“Wakey, wakey my little one. Time to try this again.

The sound of that sickly voice filling her ears as she shook her head. No, no no no….No more. She could not stand this anymore. She just wanted to die, to go home, something, anything but this! She could not handle the pain of continuing on in this state. Everything hurt……every muscle, every inch of her body was in pain. More so than she had ever thought possible. Why did he keep doing this to her? Why did he not just finish her off and be done with it? She would never give him what he wanted, never let him have her…or her heart….she refused.

How long had it been? How long had she been here? Everything hurt, every part of her wanted to sleep yet something was wrong, their was a cold dry surface now pressed against her face. Suddenly her eyes shot open as the feel of a slash across her back was felt. The crack of a whip sounded in the room. Another scream sent forth into the air.

Then again……and again…..

She could feel it ripping through her clothing, feel the blood pouring down her back.

His words sent forth, demanding that she obey, demanding that she submit…and to each demand, she gave the same answer.

“No….”

And his response was to throw another lash onto her back. She did not know how long this went on, or how many times he tore into her back with that whip.

But eventually he would stop, the sound of his footsteps drawing closer….Finally his hand curled within her hair once more, and his lips brushed against her neck.

“Master must rest now pet. I will leave you here to think about what you have done. Then perhaps when I return you will be a good girl for me.”

With that she heard him leave, as she also heard the sounds of the others in the room shuffling off after him. She was alone and now, that she knew no others filled the room, she broke down. Sobbing lightly as she let the darkness slowly consume her.

Perhaps this time, just maybe….she would not wake up……..

And there she would stay, for hours, waiting, for either death or for his return. Yet still she refused to allow herself to give up. Occasionally she would wake, only to be overcome with pain and slowly fade out once more.

It seemed like forever, blood drying on her body, her hair falling down about her face…her form trembling with every passing moment as the coldness of the room crept in on her. Yet she knew it was not the room, no, it was her body, giving up…….

She was cut up, beaten, stabbed and burned. Everything was in pain and her mind was fading. She did not know what was real and what was her mind imagining stuff anymore……

Please…make it stop…..

The only thing she could think at the moments when she was awake.

This had to stop…….please….just make it stop…….

(ooc: Open to Gabe and Mitsu now.)

[Gabriel Seran]

Trailed yes the man who'd taken her was trailed back to his hellhole of spat and lust. It was the same as ever he could smell it on the tips of his features, ragged blood, sharp, painful, pouring out from everywhere. The fool had no idea what he was doing, that was too much blood, too much lost. Predatory eyes rose up savagely, a dangerous mix of what was under control or could have once been.

"Tread lightly... this is deeper than that."

"Indeed."

Gabriel motioned his head forward, a mansion estate no doubt the layer of such a beast who dared mimic his dutiful actions. His face felt heated and insufferable anger but his body was cold and empty yielding his efforts.

Gabriel's march was slow but breaking in the front door seemed easy enough shoving aside the paltry party that came to meet him so defensibly. He followed the trail, that of the blood he'd not given the decency to clean up meeting with a basement, ragged and horrid.

Flashes of empathetic images shuddered by reminding him of how his torturous stay below the surface of the earth, yes he'd spent years tortured by monks beneath the English channel waiting for his day to be freed, he'd not let a behemoth of the old code take another soul.

"Mitsukai... take her from here....NOW." Gabriel said in an orderly tone, his voice sharp and fierce as ever.

He couldn't look on her weak frame feeling the fiery passion build beneath it. Vengeance was to be inevitable. Yet a calm exterior was met, Gabriel marched up the stairs heading towards the piano that was played not moments ago, he'd play a little tune for the captors attention. And with that his own little melody.

Crawling... Thats what you'll be.

[Mitsukai]

((OOC: I apologize if my post sounds kinda lame but yeah....my muse is dead....probably is not going to get better anytime soon >.>))

Mitsukai had been following Gabriel the entire time since she told him what happened that very same day. It did not take long to finally find the location of where Kevala was being held.

Before they had even reached the location Mitsukai already noticed the change in Gabriel. She didn't need to be an empath to feel swirl of dark emotions coming off of him even with the metaphorical mask plastered on his face. She had to try and block those feelings off just so they did not increase her own emotions that constantly threatened to boil up to the surface.

She refused to think about what exactly could be going on in that place to the person she cared about. She could not allow herself to feel anything before stepping inside out of fear that she would simply lose control. Mitsukai was not exactly known for having the greatest emotional stability. The bitch living inside her head was proof enough of that. It was also because of that alter she needed to control her feelings even though Nami had agreed to sit this one out for now there was no telling how strong any negative emotions could affect her.

She could not lose control, she WOULD NOT lose control. Kevala came first, she only needed to hold back to ensure the safety of her friend and then she could do whatever the fuck she wanted to the son of a bitch who took her. Assuming of course if there was enough of him left by the time Gabriel got to him. Which judging by what she could feel from Gabriel she highly doubted there would be enough left to fill a matchbox.

When she saw the blood her own ran cold but still she controlled herself, her eyes seemed devoid of any feeling at all. The only thought running through her mind to keep her sanity and NOT destroy every little thing in the building was to find Kev and get her out of this hellhole. It was the only thought that kept her going, the only thing that allowed her to keep her stride and follow along side Gabriel as they made there way through.

They fought their way through, following the trail of blood to the basement. What they found finally snapped her out of her emotionless state......


Kevala was literally torn and broken, blood running down her small frame as she lay there motionless. If Mitsukai had not catch the slightest hint of her breathing she would have thought she was dead. She fought back tears from the sight of this horror as grief struck her at the knowledge of being too late to have prevented this. They had come too late. Even if they made that bastard pay for what he had done they could never erase the damage he had done, physically or emotionally. It was that knowledge that filled her with unbearable sadness.

That sadness did not form into anger this time as it should have. It was...unusual that it didn't. Anger was the best way for her to control herself, it gave her power and actually helped her in a strange sense to keep moving no matter how hard life had become. The only time she could not resort to that was when her family died. That had been horrible.....but this....this was just too cruel.

"Mitsukai... take her from here....NOW."

Her body moved at its own accord. He didn't even need to order her to do what she needed to do. The whole point of her coming here was to do exactly that wasn't it? To take her friend home again.

Mitsukai crouched down next to the girl, her hand slowly reaching out to her but stopping short of her. For a second Mitsukai was afraid to touch her, what if she just ended up hurting Kevala more by mistake. She had to shake that thought off though, there was nothing she could do if she did hurt her by accidently touching one of her open wounds? It was better to get the girl out of here now then to leave her laying in this cold and dark place.

"Kev..." she called out softly trying to get the poor girl's attention. "Kev it's me.....your safe now..." she gently stroked the side of Kevala's head in a reassuring matter, there was a chance she would flinch away or react in a frighten matter to that touch. She should know, Mitsukai herself went through that before but it was the best she could do to try and make her feel safe. To know that someone cared for her and would protect her from that monster.

Now came for the hard part.....to get Kev out of this place. Judging from the sheer amount of blood loss and the injuries around her whole body Kevala would be two weak to move on her own. Mitsukai was too small to be able to carry her without some difficulty, sure Kevala was a small woman but compared to Mitsukai she seemed average. The only one who could actually physically pick her up was Gabriel but he had already left to deal with the threat, she was alone on this one. There was no way for her to simply put Kev's arm around her shoulder while holding on to her waist with her other arm to support most of her weight to help her get upstairs. Again Kevala was probably too weak for that.

There was no choice she had to try and carry the bigger girl on her back and hope to god that she didn't fall or collapse while taking her upstairs. But before she did that she needed to find a way to stop the bleeding, at this rate the girl might die on her if left like this. The only problem was what to use to stop it? She did not have any bandages on her to use. A quick look around the room would provide nothing. There was no material about the place that would be easy to tear through with her bare hands. She thought about maybe using some of Kevala's remaining clothes to use but it was already soaked and blood and most of it had been ripped off. That only left......

She looked down at her own attire. Her black jean pants were a no go, Mitsukai didn't have a knife on her to cut them into the strips she needed so it would be impossible to rip the jeans. That only left her shirt. It was a simple black T-shirt, it was a bit baggy so it would be enough to use for this and the material was weak enough for her to rip with her bare hands. It wouldn't be much but it would work for now.

"Hold still I need to bandage you up to stop the bleeding. Without much thought she took off her shirt and used her teeth to help rip it into a series of strips. Yeah she didn't have anything underneath besides her bra of course, she hadn't thought about what she was wearing when she ran off to find Kevala. There had not been enough time, not like at this point in time she really cared.

"This might hurt a little but please bare with it for awhile." she told Kevala as she began her work, going first to wrap up her thighs where the most troubling of the bleeding was. God there was so much blood it was almost impossible to tell where the wound was.

Her feline eyes would note the brand on Kevala's thigh and again she had to block out the wave of sadness that threatened to hit her like a brick. Why were all the men this girl came in contact with so twisted and cruel? Were all men like that? Her thoughts drifted to Ryu, Matrim, even Adrian the boy she was just beginning to like as a sparring partner and even a little as a friend. She could only hope that they did not have this sick nature within them. Was this what Nami was warning her about?

She made quick work of the legs, tying the makeshift bandages tightly around the wounds to stop the blood flow. When that was done she had to move on to the upper half of the body. For that part she had to tear off a bit more of Kev's shirt just to get to the more problematic wounds before she was finally finished.

At least the visible wounds were temporarily taken care of, though she didn't think there was anything she had not noticed Mitsukai was not a doctor or had any medical practice. She could not be sure that there weren't any internal injuries to be worried about. She wouldn't know until they left the place.

Now for the hard part....

"Do you think you can climb on my back?" She asked Kevala. If she said yes or at least managed to nod her head Mitsukai would get down to a better position to have her friend lean against her back, getting her legs to wrap around her hips as she leaned forward to force most of the weight to be spread out evenly. It didn't do much but it helped a little.

If Kevala said no or simply didn't respond Mitsukai would lift the girl on her back herself. Positioning her in the same matter as previously stated to carry her. The girl was rather heavy but only because of the size and weight difference. Mitsukai didn't have that much upper body strength anyways, most of her strength was in her legs. At least if she had more of the weighted centered there that might help.

With a slight grunt she started her trek up the stairs, going slowly and making sure she or her charge did not fall. If they fell now that was the end of it, they were fucked. Mitsukai could only hope that she could last under this burden to at least make it outside in time.

[Kevala Badoer]

At some point she had been let down from the wall, probably because at the angle she had been in, she would have lost her limbs from lack of circulation...But either way, she did not remember it. But she did remember feeling a sudden pain as her rib cracked under a great amount of pressure. That must have been it. Though to her mind, it was still unclear.

Then, two things happened, as she laid there curled up and struggling to breath. One, she heard a voice, one that was familiar, yet her mind had to have been playing tricks on her.

"Gabriel...."

Barely more than a whisper of a voice let forth before she again fell silent.

Secondly, the sound of another voice, much closer, and also very familiar caught her attention just as she felt a hand brush against her head.

Instantly she tried to pull away, but the second she did, pain shot through every inch of her. Tears filling her eyes as she whimpered and fell still once more.

Then, there was movement, more words she could not really make out, and what sounded like material being ripped. Every touch of that hand to her body hurt, every time making her wish she could pull away. But instead she just laid there.

Then, the piano started and despite the pain she felt, she shook her head, her hands coming up to cover her ears.

No more, she could take no more of that blasted music!

But then she was lifted, her eyes opening only breifly to noted that she was being moved, though honestly she did not know to where or by whom.

She did not have the strength to fight it either...simply to allow it to occur and hope that she was not in for more pain as the blood quickly started to soak through the pieces of shirt that now bandaged her wounds.