Fic: A Little Evil Comes A Long Way (Kahlan/Cara) 4/33
Title: A Little Evil Comes A Long Way
Author: raug_moss
Pairings: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: NC-17
A/N: modern AU
A/N: readership seems to be declining on this, but I will keep writing and posting as long as someone is still interested!
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
Chapter 4
No one pays any mind to her as she walks down the sidewalk. People are too self-absorbed to notice anything beside their own problems.
But Kahlan has found that it can sometimes lead to unexpected advantages when one observes life rather closely. The lives of others as well as ones own.
She’s decided to enjoy the cold air of the night for a little bit before she hails a cab.
Deeply engulfed in her thoughts she fails to notice that the semi-dark street has suddenly become empty. People had hurried off in a different direction when they’d seen the three men in their pitch-black clothing coming toward them.
There is nothing special about them per se, but the leather coats and massive boots they’re wearing seem rather intimidating.
“Whaaat do we have here?!” one of them calls but Kahlan doesn’t even turn her head as she walks past them on the other side of the road. Immediately they turn around and switch sides to catch up with her.
Only when a broad chest in a skin-tight black muscle shirt appears in her line of vision does she realize that something is definitely going wrong.
Blue eyes look up into the face of the man who grins at her. She notices his golden front teeth glinting in the pale light of the street lamps.
Kahlan simply steps aside and attempts to walk past him but he mirrors her movement and blocks her path yet again. Can’t blame a girl for trying, Kahlan thinks.
From the corner of her eyes she can see the other two men how they take position on either side of her.
Pursing her lips she narrows her eyes. “Why don’t you just step aside and we forget this has ever happened?” she asks calmly.
The man seems irritated by her reaction but the grin soon returns to his lips. He is almost a head taller than Kahlan and twice her size but still she seems unfazed by the entire situation.
He raises his hand and wraps his bulky fingers around her upper arm, squeezing tightly.
“Let’s have some fun together shall we?” he drawls, his intentions clear.
Kahlan has known that something like this was bound to happen sooner or later but it surprises her that soon means on her first night after arriving.
She’s made a few mistakes though, she realizes. Being alone was the first one and looking like she was a frightened fragile woman the second while the darkness did the rest.
The grasp he has on her slowly starts to annoy her so she raises her free arm, turns her upper body sideways and rams her elbow into his lower arm. He yelps in pain and lets go of her.
She takes a step back and slightly raises her hands in a defensive pose.
It is almost as if she can see the attack happening before the first man begins to move.
And it’s not fear that races through her veins and makes her heart beat at a frantic pace for the second time that night. No, it’s the thrill of anticipation, the anger coiling in the pit of her stomach and the familiar tensing of her entire body.
The one in front of her jumps forward and tries to grab her but she ducks and rams the heel of her hand against the front of his windpipe.
He starts to choke and stumbles back while in the same moment she whirls around and raises her leg to kick the man to her right into his guts. A little lower and he could’ve buried any plans about ever having children. He crumbles to the ground in front of her eyes and Kahlan suddenly feels strong hands wrap around her throat from behind. She’d underestimated the speed with which the third aggressor was moving.
He squeezes her throat and the pressure is unpleasant to say in the least. The lights of the street lamps start to blur in front of her eyes.
“Hands above your head!” another male voice shouts, but she doesn’t even think about obeying that command. Instead she lifts her right arm and lets herself fall back to deliver a powerful blow with her elbow to the man’s solar plexus. He grunts and as expected rips his hands away.
Finally able to breathe freely Kahlan sucks in a lungful of air and leans forward, with her hands on her knees. When she looks up she sees a man in police uniform handcuffing the guy she’s just stopped from strangling her.
“Are those the men?” a female voice asks.
While Kahlan still tries to catch her breath she straightens and rolls her shoulders. It almost feels like there are still hands wrapped around her throat. Her neck is going to be sore in the morning, she knows that much.
Turning around she watches the entire scene before her, the dim lights of the street lamps adding an almost spooky atmosphere.
Two more police officers are busy handcuffing the men who’ve attacked her. They roughly yank them up off the ground and drag them toward unsuspicious looking black cars. Had they been there the entire time?
But what is most interesting about all of this is a blonde who has an arm wrapped around the shoulders of a sobbing woman with red hair. Kahlan’s gaze settles on her and she watches everything carefully.
The red-head nods and sniffles quietly. “Yes, those are the men who…who…” She buries her face in her hands and sobs shake her entire body.
“You heard her identify the subjects” the blonde calls and the police officers nod. “Yes detective,” one of them answers.
Suddenly intense green eyes are on Kahlan and she feels like her feet are rooted to the spot.
The blonde detective hands the still crying redhead over to another police officer and walks toward her.
The brunette lets her eyes travel over the approaching detective, finding that her entire posture emanates self-assuredness and the knowledge that she is in control.
“How’s the neck?” she asks as she stops before Kahlan. Concern briefly crosses her features as she pulls a cell out of a pocket of the dark coat she’s wearing.
“Fine,” the brunette croaks and begins coughing pitifully. She knows that some damage has been done but it is by no means permanent.
“I’m going to call an ambulance.” The blonde already has her thumb hovering over the numbers on her cell but Kahlan shakes her head no. The last thing she needs now is a hospital and someone prodding and poking her. She’s merely been strangled a little, it’s not a gunshot wound.
“No. I’m alright. May I ask what is going on here?” She quickly changes the topic to prevent the blonde from calling anybody.
The detective shrugs and puts the cell back before refocusing on Kahlan.
“The men we’ve just arrested have been accused of multiple rape and criminal assault. We were observing them…”
“And you waited until that bastard was literally going for my throat?!” Kahlan interrupts, trying to sound calm and nonchalant about it.
The blonde cocks her head to the side. “You were handling yourself pretty well and now we have another charge to add to the list. Plus we caught them in the act.”
Kahlan takes a deep breath and stops herself from saying anything she might regret later. That would only lead to more trouble.
“The officer will take your evidence and if you should remember anything else later, call me. We’ll file charges in your name.”
The blonde hands her a business card and Kahlan looks at the pristine white paper with the seal of the local police printed on one side and a name on the other.
“Detective Cara Mason,” she reads aloud.
“That’s me.” The blonde smirks and Kahlan can’t help but stare for a moment.
“Officer Denson?” she calls all business again. The young officer immediately hurries over to them. “Record the lady’s statement and then we’re off,” Cara orders.
“Yes ma’am.” Denson looks like he wants to salute. Which is not that big of a surprise since Kahlan feels an answering tug in her hand. The tone Cara is using simply demands respect.
And so the blonde detective nods her head toward Kahlan and walks away. Just like that. But the detective probably had enough on her hands as it was without taking care of witnesses.
“Would you like to sit down Miss…?” Officer Denson asks as he smiles tentatively at Kahlan.
Chapter 5
Author: raug_moss
Pairings: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: NC-17
A/N: modern AU
A/N: readership seems to be declining on this, but I will keep writing and posting as long as someone is still interested!
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
Chapter 4
No one pays any mind to her as she walks down the sidewalk. People are too self-absorbed to notice anything beside their own problems.
But Kahlan has found that it can sometimes lead to unexpected advantages when one observes life rather closely. The lives of others as well as ones own.
She’s decided to enjoy the cold air of the night for a little bit before she hails a cab.
Deeply engulfed in her thoughts she fails to notice that the semi-dark street has suddenly become empty. People had hurried off in a different direction when they’d seen the three men in their pitch-black clothing coming toward them.
There is nothing special about them per se, but the leather coats and massive boots they’re wearing seem rather intimidating.
“Whaaat do we have here?!” one of them calls but Kahlan doesn’t even turn her head as she walks past them on the other side of the road. Immediately they turn around and switch sides to catch up with her.
Only when a broad chest in a skin-tight black muscle shirt appears in her line of vision does she realize that something is definitely going wrong.
Blue eyes look up into the face of the man who grins at her. She notices his golden front teeth glinting in the pale light of the street lamps.
Kahlan simply steps aside and attempts to walk past him but he mirrors her movement and blocks her path yet again. Can’t blame a girl for trying, Kahlan thinks.
From the corner of her eyes she can see the other two men how they take position on either side of her.
Pursing her lips she narrows her eyes. “Why don’t you just step aside and we forget this has ever happened?” she asks calmly.
The man seems irritated by her reaction but the grin soon returns to his lips. He is almost a head taller than Kahlan and twice her size but still she seems unfazed by the entire situation.
He raises his hand and wraps his bulky fingers around her upper arm, squeezing tightly.
“Let’s have some fun together shall we?” he drawls, his intentions clear.
Kahlan has known that something like this was bound to happen sooner or later but it surprises her that soon means on her first night after arriving.
She’s made a few mistakes though, she realizes. Being alone was the first one and looking like she was a frightened fragile woman the second while the darkness did the rest.
The grasp he has on her slowly starts to annoy her so she raises her free arm, turns her upper body sideways and rams her elbow into his lower arm. He yelps in pain and lets go of her.
She takes a step back and slightly raises her hands in a defensive pose.
It is almost as if she can see the attack happening before the first man begins to move.
And it’s not fear that races through her veins and makes her heart beat at a frantic pace for the second time that night. No, it’s the thrill of anticipation, the anger coiling in the pit of her stomach and the familiar tensing of her entire body.
The one in front of her jumps forward and tries to grab her but she ducks and rams the heel of her hand against the front of his windpipe.
He starts to choke and stumbles back while in the same moment she whirls around and raises her leg to kick the man to her right into his guts. A little lower and he could’ve buried any plans about ever having children. He crumbles to the ground in front of her eyes and Kahlan suddenly feels strong hands wrap around her throat from behind. She’d underestimated the speed with which the third aggressor was moving.
He squeezes her throat and the pressure is unpleasant to say in the least. The lights of the street lamps start to blur in front of her eyes.
“Hands above your head!” another male voice shouts, but she doesn’t even think about obeying that command. Instead she lifts her right arm and lets herself fall back to deliver a powerful blow with her elbow to the man’s solar plexus. He grunts and as expected rips his hands away.
Finally able to breathe freely Kahlan sucks in a lungful of air and leans forward, with her hands on her knees. When she looks up she sees a man in police uniform handcuffing the guy she’s just stopped from strangling her.
“Are those the men?” a female voice asks.
While Kahlan still tries to catch her breath she straightens and rolls her shoulders. It almost feels like there are still hands wrapped around her throat. Her neck is going to be sore in the morning, she knows that much.
Turning around she watches the entire scene before her, the dim lights of the street lamps adding an almost spooky atmosphere.
Two more police officers are busy handcuffing the men who’ve attacked her. They roughly yank them up off the ground and drag them toward unsuspicious looking black cars. Had they been there the entire time?
But what is most interesting about all of this is a blonde who has an arm wrapped around the shoulders of a sobbing woman with red hair. Kahlan’s gaze settles on her and she watches everything carefully.
The red-head nods and sniffles quietly. “Yes, those are the men who…who…” She buries her face in her hands and sobs shake her entire body.
“You heard her identify the subjects” the blonde calls and the police officers nod. “Yes detective,” one of them answers.
Suddenly intense green eyes are on Kahlan and she feels like her feet are rooted to the spot.
The blonde detective hands the still crying redhead over to another police officer and walks toward her.
The brunette lets her eyes travel over the approaching detective, finding that her entire posture emanates self-assuredness and the knowledge that she is in control.
“How’s the neck?” she asks as she stops before Kahlan. Concern briefly crosses her features as she pulls a cell out of a pocket of the dark coat she’s wearing.
“Fine,” the brunette croaks and begins coughing pitifully. She knows that some damage has been done but it is by no means permanent.
“I’m going to call an ambulance.” The blonde already has her thumb hovering over the numbers on her cell but Kahlan shakes her head no. The last thing she needs now is a hospital and someone prodding and poking her. She’s merely been strangled a little, it’s not a gunshot wound.
“No. I’m alright. May I ask what is going on here?” She quickly changes the topic to prevent the blonde from calling anybody.
The detective shrugs and puts the cell back before refocusing on Kahlan.
“The men we’ve just arrested have been accused of multiple rape and criminal assault. We were observing them…”
“And you waited until that bastard was literally going for my throat?!” Kahlan interrupts, trying to sound calm and nonchalant about it.
The blonde cocks her head to the side. “You were handling yourself pretty well and now we have another charge to add to the list. Plus we caught them in the act.”
Kahlan takes a deep breath and stops herself from saying anything she might regret later. That would only lead to more trouble.
“The officer will take your evidence and if you should remember anything else later, call me. We’ll file charges in your name.”
The blonde hands her a business card and Kahlan looks at the pristine white paper with the seal of the local police printed on one side and a name on the other.
“Detective Cara Mason,” she reads aloud.
“That’s me.” The blonde smirks and Kahlan can’t help but stare for a moment.
“Officer Denson?” she calls all business again. The young officer immediately hurries over to them. “Record the lady’s statement and then we’re off,” Cara orders.
“Yes ma’am.” Denson looks like he wants to salute. Which is not that big of a surprise since Kahlan feels an answering tug in her hand. The tone Cara is using simply demands respect.
And so the blonde detective nods her head toward Kahlan and walks away. Just like that. But the detective probably had enough on her hands as it was without taking care of witnesses.
“Would you like to sit down Miss…?” Officer Denson asks as he smiles tentatively at Kahlan.
Chapter 5