Street Savior (Alessa and Yenpointfive)

[Alessa]

Sara huddled up in her worn clothing, shivering in the cold wind that blew down the street. She had been living on her own for two months now, homeless in a large city with no one to care for her or look out for her. Life at home had become intolerable, and she knew she could either stay home and die or give herself a chance in the city.

So far, it had gone badly. Her shoes were falling apart, winter was coming up quickly, and every day was a struggle just to get food for the next day. She had been lucky that no one had attempted to take advantage of her or attack her, but she had no idea how long that would last, either.

She moved off the street and into a dark alleyway, the high walls protecting her from the harsh gusts. Rubbing her hands together, pulling her stocking cap down far over her brown, shoulder-length hair she wanted to take a moment and try to warm up a little.

She wasn't given a chance, however, as two large men move from where they were crouched behind a dumpster. "What's this?" one of them asks. "Looks like we been given just the thing to warm us up on this cold day. Whatcha say, girl? Wanna help warm us up?"

She sees the silent man pulling a large knife out of a sheathe and she lets loose a loud scream that echoes down the alley. Her luck had run out. Turning around, she dashes off as quickly as she can, her feet slapping on the hard pavement as the two thugs chase her.

 

[Yenpointfive]

Connor was aware of these two men. This statement alone didn't mean a whole lot. Well, it did, he decided, but there were plenty of people he was aware of that were better off for it, the girls for instance. Sara wasn't quite on this list yet. He was aware of someone in the alley who'd likely be a target for these men on their nocturnal romp, but this still filtered into background noise.

Connor wasn't what you'd expect when you heard the legend. For one, he wasn't much more than 24. Then there was the dress code that this position generally entailed. He was pretty sure that people didn't actually wear purple suits with floppy hats but whatever it was that they did wear, it probably wasn't jeans, a t-shirt for German power metal band "Edguy", and a white hoodie on which someone had carefully reproduced the flag from "7 samurai" with black fabric paint. His hair was slightly shaggy and a nice shade of blond that went well with his emerald green eyes. Honestly, the woman beside him looked to be dressed a bit more normally. Admittedly, the rather tight pants she was wearing and the cut of her top, in addition to how she moved, suggested she did a most specific trade.

When Sara reached them there was a blur of motion as the woman quickly grabbed her, pinning the girl against her self and holding her there, though trying to be as gentle as she could. "Shh. Your safe now. You might want to close your eyes though... He's been on a samurai movie kick."

Honestly, he'd been on an anything with sword fights in it kick, hence the hoodie. Fortunately for this passing fancy, he owned several swords. Tonight he'd gone with a katana and in that spirit had just watched Kill Bill. No, it wasn't a good place to learn how to fight from, but these men didn't demand a good fight. If they could put up with a good fight he'd have shot out their knees from a nearby rooftop, let them holler for a little while, and then finished them off, once again, from the safety of the roof top. They were just lowly thugs, and bad at it, which meant he got to have fun, and people didn't like thinking too heavily about what sort of things Connor could find fun with men such as this. He broke into a whistle as he approached them. One guy got as far as "The fuck is your problem?" before Connor struck at him. It was a surprisingly good cut. Shallow enough to avoid hitting the spine but yes, the man's intestines were now hanging out of his torso. The next man took a swing at him with the knife but he simply stepped aside, producing a knife of his own from his sleeve, and inserting it into the man's kidney, he followed up with a low slice to the tendons in the back of his ankles and this man dropped too.

"It comes to mind, brothers, that you've had ample warning that this sort of behavior isn't to be tolerated. He said as he pulled out a lighter and flicked it on and off. They weren't paying attention, least of all the one trying to scoop his intestines back in. They were watching him yes, but this message was more incase someone else was listening. They weren't of course, but he'd say it anyway because that's how he did things. It'd be hard to catch over them pleading for their lives. "You think that this is about business. Don't go after my girls and that's alright. No, wrong, bzzzt." He did the buzzer sound popular on gameshows quite well. "What we're talking about is basic human morality. People think that these parts of town are just bad people, but I've met some wonderful people here, people who don't deserve to put up with people like you, brothers." He continued to flick the lighter as he walked to the end of the alley where he traded another woman in sensible though somewhat revealing clothing, the katana for a large metal gasoline can. "Now!" He bellowed, prompting the man who could still stand to do so with his armful of intestines, only to be clubbed in the head when Connor swung the gas can at it, dropping him quickly with a truncated groan. "You can stop begging now. I've heard a great many defenses for bad behavior..." He popped the gas can open and started to drench the now sobbing men. "Just look at me... I kill people for fun and I'm still trying to make the world a better place. What's your excuse?" With that he flicked the lighter and dropped it, ignoring the men's wails as they burned.

He walked back over to the woman and Sara. "She'll let you go if you like. If you want we can give you a warm meal, a coat, and some new shoes. You'd be free to leave afterward. If you'd like a job and a roof over your head, and you've got the stomach to possibly put up with another night like tonight, we can do that too." He gave her a warm smile as he reached out and rested a hand on her cheek. "If you can't trust me that far, I'd like to ask that whatever you do or think about tonight, try to remember that I am trying to be the good guy."

 

[Alessa]

Sara squealed as she felt an arm pull her close, a soft voice telling her she was safe now.. telling her to close her eyes. She was too terrified though, too panicked, unsure what was going on, and her eyes were wild and open as she watched a man in jeans and some kind of white hoodie close in on the two thugs that had threatened her. He had a.. a sword?? It was such a bizarre situation, it didn't even seem real as the sword cut through the first man, a thin line of blood followed by his intestines flowing to the ground out of him. She screamed at this, closing her eyes tight, hearing more movement and grunting but not seeing the second attack. He then lectured the two men as she kept her eyes closed tight.. the smell of gasoline met her nose, and she didn't know what was going on, squirming in the arms of the person holding her. It was when she smelled the burning flesh, and her stomach growling in response to it, that she opened her eyes again and saw the two men on fire. Two men who had looked to hurt her and maybe kill her.. She couldn't feel entirely bad for them.. they were monsters.

The man walked over to her, his hoodie still white and clean somehow despite all he had done, and gave her the chance to get clothing and some food. "I'm.. I'm hungry.." she said weakly, tears running down her cheeks. "P-please.. I'd like some food and all that." She wasn't looking to make promises and didn't know if she'd be going from the frying pan to the fire, but her confidence was shaken by the two thugs and she just wanted to feel comfortable again.. comfortable and clean!

 

[Yenpointfive]

Not getting blood on yourself wasn't hard after a bit of practice. You avoided arteries if you didn't want to make a mess. Other than that, the human body didn't tend to spurt too much when you put small holes in it. Admittedly, the mess he made of that man's intestines had put a bit of a mess towards the bottom of his jeans from when they hit the ground after he followed through.

He took off the hoodie that he'd been wearing when she agreed, shivering for just a moment as the cold hit him. It quickly became apparent that he was almost entirely muscle. No, he wasn't all that large, but judging from the look of things he could have killed those men with his bare hands if it suited his fancy. He held the hoodie out to her. "Incase you're thinking of running once she lets you go, take this with you. It'll keep you warm." He said with another smile, apparently having anticipated the possibility that she might just be looking for an opportunity to run away from the man who'd just killed to people.

The woman released her gently and it was at about that point that she could see what was in the woman's free hand, a 9mm handgun. Yes, Connor preferred to kill people himself for reasons of amusement, but he did believe in backup plans. Now and then your prey was clever. He adored clever prey. The man then introduced himself with a smile. "I'm Connor, this is Amy." He said, gesturing to the woman who'd held her who gave her a smile that caused several shiny piercings in her lips to gleam in the streetlights.

He began walking down the street like he hadn't just killed two people and Amy fell in line behind him. Expectations were for Sara to do so as well. The woman who'd taken the sword was now gone, presumably to do something about that bit of evidence. Neither of them bothered trying to talk to the girl. Even Connor hadn't yet come up with what to tell someone who'd just watched him kill people. She'd already heard him assert that he was a good person, or at least trying to be. Not much to say beyond that. Fortunately, she'd been there for the part when the men gave him a reason to kill them. It was easier when people had a chance to see scum for what it was.

They walked several blocks to a loft that had been rented out. "You heading home Amy?" Connor asked with a slight smile. She shook her head and returned his smile. "No, if it's all the same to you I'd like to stay with the girl. If she doesn't like the deal then I'd like to walk her home." Connor shrugged a bit. "Have I ever been one to argue with chivalry?" He asked before posing a question. "Is it chivalry if you're both women?" He didn't wait for an answer before shoving open the doors to building and walking in. A quick walk up some stairs and they were in a large loft, furnished on what appeared to be a shoe string budget. Well, apart from the large metal cabinets against the wall that looked like they'd survive an atom bomb, or the door which had more armor and locks on it than a bank vault.

They were greeted by two women, twins, with wavy blond hair and very skimpy black underwear. "Ohh Connor~" One of the cooed before suddenly losing her flirty expression. "Ohh... you have a guest. We'll get dressed. Allie's almost done with dinner." They said before scurrying across the loft to a changing screen. "Well, you just met Kandy and Cherry. And no, I didn't suggest the names. The bimbo routine's just something they do. It's kinda endearing in a weird way." Conner said to Sara before pointing to a dresser across the room. "You can rummage through there for whatever clothing you want and yes, I'm perfectly happy to look the other way while you put it on. We'll have dinner in a bit." He said before casually walking over to a nearby couch and flopping down on it in a manner best likened to a lazy dog after a long day. Amy went over and sat down on the arm rest, running her fingers back through her own raven black hair as she watched Sara.