[Thread] She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and

[melakafray13]

Characters: OU!Melaka Fray, AU!Duo Maxwell, OU!Leon Kennedy, (Open to the occupants of Dor-Dyo)
Where: Variety of places; Harth's place, then the street, then Dor-Dyo
When: Day after this
Summary: Mel manages enough strength to get her bound and mentally broken self downstairs while Harth is away.
Warnings: Angst, probably.

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[spaceflyboy]

Duo was heading back to the base from the second building. He had gone home and grabbed his gun from the table in his bedroom, hiding it between his belt and pants at his back. It was all he could do really, as he prepared to go with Heero and Yuriy to take care of Harth. Didn't seem right to just kill the guy. He didn't know anything about the kid other then he must be crazy.

The bad kind of crazy. He debated and decided that if Heero thought it was the right thing to do, he can figure out the ethics later. Oh well.

As he thought about it, he caught an odd shape in his peripheral vision. A girl dressed in a t shirt and.. pajama bottoms.. crawling in the six inches of.. Shit.

He bolted for the girl and almost slipped on the slick ground before meeting the girl. Upon reaching her, he knelt down, recognizing her to be Melaka Fray, his ex. Jesus.

"Mel.." he hissed under breath, putting a hand to the girl's shoulder. Please just be alright..

[melakafray13]

The slayer was out like a light, the side of her face pressing against the cold ground. She didn't shiver, must have been a bad sign. Her eyes were closed and she didn't respond to his shaking, except for moving with his hand's motions. As soon as he stopped shaking her, she stilled.

She saw nothing behind her eyes, dead to the world. The cold seeping into her skin caused her to grow paler with every few minutes she was out there. Being outside in freezing weather in nothing but pajama bottoms and a simple shirt didn't help her much either.

[spaceflyboy]

She was bound at her wrists and ankles, limp and cold.. She was going to be dead if he didn't act. he pulled off his jacket and picked her up, throwing it around her and holding her close. From there, he started up the street towards the clinic. It was all he could do.

How do you stop hypothermia from setting in? He knew this... At least, he thought he knew..

[melakafray13]

A quiet, pathetic moan parted the slayer's lips when he picked her up and wrapped the jacket around her. Her head rested against his shoulder and she wiggled only slightly as he walked towards the clinic.

A small sigh parted her lips, her raw vocal cords just barely able to form one word, or, syllable, really. "Leee..."