05-31-2014, 06:22 PM
Connor turned the handle and opened the door slowly. He was glad the door didn't announce his presence. Because what he saw...his mind reeled with the force of it, trying to process everything. A seven year old girl. A mass of red hair. Ayden's face flashed in his mind. Ayden as a little girl. Face twisted in crying. Mouth turned down. Sobs coming from mouth. Terror stricken eyes. Looks up through tears. Cheeks wet. Red hand print brightly visible. The man...what he was doing. Connor lost it.
He ran to the man and grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled with every ounce of his strength, slamming the man into the wall head first. The man's pants around his ankles tripped Pony-tail up as he fell. All Connor could see was what the man had been doing to little Ayden. He kicked the man hard in the ribs and felt them give. He got down and punched the man, again and again, in the face, again and again and again and again. He couldn't feel his hands, as nose crumpled and eyes bled. He saw the man's leer in his mind, laughing at how he hurt this little girl, enjoying the feel of her, dominating her, taking pleasure in her pain. Connor got up and kicked the man in the groin, his exposed genitals laying there impotently. Again and again and again he kicked. He wanted this man to never be able violate a little girl again. He wanted this man to be in pain, to know that he had lost his ability, to know that you can't do things like that to kids and get away with it. Again and again and again he kicked. This man would know, he would never forget, he would always remember...
Connor stopped. The man's face was a ruin, his groin a mass of bloody ruined red meat. He wasn't moving. Connor was shaking still, fists clenched, every muscle of his tight, breathe coming in deep drafts. I killed him, he thought. The words skittered across his mind, head was so clouded with emotion and rage that the magnitude of thought was lost. He turned to look at the girl. She was hiding in a corner, fear plastered across her face. It tore at him to have her look at him that way.
"I'm sorry. I didn't....".
He looked at his hands, covered in blood. They started to ache now. He looked at the little girl and put his hands down, kneeled down and gently he said, "I didn't mean to scare you. I'm here to help, to get you kids out of here."
Just then the door opened and he saw Jensen.
Edited by Connor Kent, May 31 2014, 09:01 PM.
He ran to the man and grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled with every ounce of his strength, slamming the man into the wall head first. The man's pants around his ankles tripped Pony-tail up as he fell. All Connor could see was what the man had been doing to little Ayden. He kicked the man hard in the ribs and felt them give. He got down and punched the man, again and again, in the face, again and again and again and again. He couldn't feel his hands, as nose crumpled and eyes bled. He saw the man's leer in his mind, laughing at how he hurt this little girl, enjoying the feel of her, dominating her, taking pleasure in her pain. Connor got up and kicked the man in the groin, his exposed genitals laying there impotently. Again and again and again he kicked. He wanted this man to never be able violate a little girl again. He wanted this man to be in pain, to know that he had lost his ability, to know that you can't do things like that to kids and get away with it. Again and again and again he kicked. This man would know, he would never forget, he would always remember...
Connor stopped. The man's face was a ruin, his groin a mass of bloody ruined red meat. He wasn't moving. Connor was shaking still, fists clenched, every muscle of his tight, breathe coming in deep drafts. I killed him, he thought. The words skittered across his mind, head was so clouded with emotion and rage that the magnitude of thought was lost. He turned to look at the girl. She was hiding in a corner, fear plastered across her face. It tore at him to have her look at him that way.
"I'm sorry. I didn't....".
He looked at his hands, covered in blood. They started to ache now. He looked at the little girl and put his hands down, kneeled down and gently he said, "I didn't mean to scare you. I'm here to help, to get you kids out of here."
Just then the door opened and he saw Jensen.
Edited by Connor Kent, May 31 2014, 09:01 PM.