Post by Katarina O'Hara on Jul 26, 2014 3:22:19 GMT -6
*Scene opens on a not so nice scene, one we want to turn and run from as soon as we see it. A red head woman tied down by ropes to a large white alter. There is blood on her, her lip busted her clothes torn. 5 men are gathers around her, in various states of undress. As we watch, the girls body almost lifeless looking, long since given up fighting then, her body too weak to put up much of a fight anyways.
It continued like this for hours, with them each taking turns on her, basically fucking her like some blow up doll and if she resisted in anyway she got punished. she was a broken bleeding mess, weak from the pain and the blood loss and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.
When, for a moment, she felt almost blissfully that she might pass out again and be numbed to the pain, a heavy thunking sound and a yelp of someone else's pain snapped her back to harsh reality. Adjusted to the darkness by now she sees a flicker of someone else behind one of her attackers, the source of the noise something wielded by this stranger smashing into the side of the rapist's head. The man nearest him whirls and has his air stolen from him when the top of the weapon, which looks like an old pipe, is jammed into his stomach. Growling, the attacker swings down and strikes the doubled-over man between the shoulders, sending him to the dirty floor roughly.
Katarina looks wildly around, trying to see whats going on, but only seeing small glimpses. hope and fear pound through her at the same time. Was this man here to save her, or take her for his own?*
Raper 1:
"What the hell?! Someone grab that motherfucker!"
Raper 2:
"Son of a bit-!"
*The one who had punched Katarina lunges in with his knife and a hiss of pain indicates that he struck successfully. The two grapple for a moment before a hollow snap and a yelp of pain emits from the knife man before he's thrown into a toppled-over shelf near the wall. The other picks up a chunk of concrete from the floor and tries to bludgeon the man but finds himself tripped, the weight of the stone taking him off-balance. A swing to the kneecap and another to the jaw knocks him to the floor and the last man runs out of fear. Though it's dark, Kat can clearly see this person turn to her now.*
Her breathing quickens as he turns to her, anticipation for whatever was to come. She hoped he was here to save here, but in this vunerable position nothing could stop him from doing otherwise. She was, broken, bloody, bruised and had no energy to even fight back at this point
Man:
"..."
He says nothing, instead picking up the knife dropped by one of her attackers. Bringing it to the altar, he stares down at her from beneath his hoodie, silent and still. He starts to saw through her ropes, eventually cutting her free. Lifting her into his arms with a slight groan escaping him due to the wound he'd taken, he starts to carry her towards the exit. Outside, he senses that someone is coming and sees a car approaching the front of the building. Setting Kat down against one of the stone pillars near the steps, he backs off into the room again, not wanting to be seen. Sophia, seeing Kat shortly after exiting her car, gasps in surprise and rushes to her side.
By this point, Kat is fading in and out of conciousness, even if she saw the face, she wouldnt remember as everything turns black for her, even as Sophia shakes her and tries to wake her up.
****************************************************
The recovery from her wounds took a few weeks, spent in hospital and at home. Wounds she will not soon forget marr her, inside and out. She never found out who the man was that saved her. Some good samaratan who didnt want glory. Just wanted to save her that was it she guessed.
The attack had upset her immensely, she spent a good long time locking herself away, only becoming more and more of an introvert as time went one. She avoided people, avoiding any contact with anyone except Sophia. She never did get her camera back, it was lost that night, and that upset her. She'd spent a years worth of savings on that thing, it was her life and her income. Though she was in no state to resume her photography duties just yet, it killed her to know he baby was lost.
********
Sophia:
I'm telling you Kat, there was no one there when I found you! You were alone just where they dumped you...
Katarina:
But there was a man Soph! He saved me! He fought them off!
Sophia:
Look Kat, you took a bump on the head I know, but this delusion is crazy, no one saved you, they finished with you and left you there to die!
Katarina:
He was there, I know it...
Sophia:
Yeah? Well maybe your imaginary savour should have come and saved you sooner then!
*********
Someone knocks on her door, interrupting her monologue. Obviously frustrated, she whips open the door only to have a courier hand over a package.
Katarina:
"Wait, what? Who's this from? Who're you?"
Courier:
"I...ah...was just told to deliver this, ma'am. Er...good day."
He tips his hat and leaves a flustered Kat standing there. Shutting the door, she carries the box to the sofa and opens it, finding her precious camera within, mostly undamaged save for a bit of superficial damage.
***********************************
IN the present time, we see Katarina sitting at a wooden tressle table, a stack of papers next to her and couple of coloured vivids. An Autograph signing session it appears, with Skylar and CRaven sitting nearby at a similar table together. A little boy of about 8 is in front of Katarina. He giggles as she signs his book for him.
Katarina:
"Now you behave for you Mama ok buddy?"
Boy:
"I will Miss."
She laughs as he runs away happy.
The next person in line comes forward and right away the feeling in the air changes. There's nothing wrong with him, per se...his black suit is neat and pressed, his hair is brushed back and he carries himself well at first glance. Perhaps it's his eyes...the way he appears to look through someone as opposed to at them. In his hand he holds an 8x10 of his own, walking up to the table as the mother and son depart.
Katarina looks up at the man as he approaches, something about this man made her feel uneasy, but she tries to brush that feeling aside.
Katarina:
"What can I do for you today Sir?"
He offers the slighest of smiles and sets the picture he'd brought on the table, sliding it forward to her.
Man:
"A signature, if you would?"
His voice holds a trace of an accent, French perhaps. The picture, as Katarina sees, is one of her...a shot taken early in her career as she worked her way through the independent ranks.
Katarina:
"Nice picture, did you take it yourself?"
Man:
"I did. Photography is not my usual forte, but...sometimes the subject of one's work can overcome a lack of skill or natural talent."
It was obviously a compliment toward the young wrestler, yet something about the way he said it...
She's not sure how to take this comment, but does her best to blow it off instead turning her attention back to the task at hand.
Katarina:
"So... What name would you like me to make this out to Mr..."
She attempts to prompt him to tell her his name.
A simple shake of his head is given.
Man:
"Just your name is fine, Miss O'Hara. It's the only thing worthy of gracing that picture."
She looks at him for a minute, thinking over this, then nods
Katarina:
"Ok"
She takes out her silver vivid and signs the image, with her standard signature.
Katarina:
"There you go."
Man:
"Thank you kindly."
He accepts the picture back once she's finished, smiling slightly as he locks eyes with her for a moment. There's no putting a word to that stare except that it gives the young woman the shivers for a moment.
Its a stare she wont soon forget either, and not in a good way and not one she can look away from.
Skylar and Craven happen to glance over, looking between the two before the man glances their way in a cursory fashion. At once his gaze becomes chilling and, at that, he turns and leaves without another word.
The contact broken, she can breath again. but she's unsettled.
Skylar and Craven look over at Katarina, who looks like she wants to run from the place and hide. Skylar says something to Craven who simply nods before they walk over and stand beside Katarina.
Skylar:
"Kat... You ok?"
She shakes her head, words lost to her for the moment.
Craven:
"That guy really got to her..."
Skylar:
"Seems that way... Kat, he's gone now, you're gonna be ok..."
Katarina simply nods.
Skylar:
"He's not one of those men Kat, he's simply a fan. I'm sure he meant nothing by it..."
Craven:
"I could go follow him if you like... possibly pay him a visit if necessary..."
Katarina shakes her head
Katarina:
"Probably nothing... Its fine..."
She attempts to offer a smile
Craven:
"You're sure?"
Katarina nods
Katarina:
"Just a fan, a scary fan, but just a fan"
Craven:
"OK"
Skylar:
"You wanna call its quits here soon and go home? Fans are starting to die down anyways"
Katarina nods
Katarina:
"Ok"
Craven:
"Good turnout, especially for a small company."
Skylar:
"Yeah, guess we're growing a bit"
The scene fades on the trio as they start to pack up from the signing and head home after a long day.
It continued like this for hours, with them each taking turns on her, basically fucking her like some blow up doll and if she resisted in anyway she got punished. she was a broken bleeding mess, weak from the pain and the blood loss and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.
When, for a moment, she felt almost blissfully that she might pass out again and be numbed to the pain, a heavy thunking sound and a yelp of someone else's pain snapped her back to harsh reality. Adjusted to the darkness by now she sees a flicker of someone else behind one of her attackers, the source of the noise something wielded by this stranger smashing into the side of the rapist's head. The man nearest him whirls and has his air stolen from him when the top of the weapon, which looks like an old pipe, is jammed into his stomach. Growling, the attacker swings down and strikes the doubled-over man between the shoulders, sending him to the dirty floor roughly.
Katarina looks wildly around, trying to see whats going on, but only seeing small glimpses. hope and fear pound through her at the same time. Was this man here to save her, or take her for his own?*
Raper 1:
"What the hell?! Someone grab that motherfucker!"
Raper 2:
"Son of a bit-!"
*The one who had punched Katarina lunges in with his knife and a hiss of pain indicates that he struck successfully. The two grapple for a moment before a hollow snap and a yelp of pain emits from the knife man before he's thrown into a toppled-over shelf near the wall. The other picks up a chunk of concrete from the floor and tries to bludgeon the man but finds himself tripped, the weight of the stone taking him off-balance. A swing to the kneecap and another to the jaw knocks him to the floor and the last man runs out of fear. Though it's dark, Kat can clearly see this person turn to her now.*
Her breathing quickens as he turns to her, anticipation for whatever was to come. She hoped he was here to save here, but in this vunerable position nothing could stop him from doing otherwise. She was, broken, bloody, bruised and had no energy to even fight back at this point
Man:
"..."
He says nothing, instead picking up the knife dropped by one of her attackers. Bringing it to the altar, he stares down at her from beneath his hoodie, silent and still. He starts to saw through her ropes, eventually cutting her free. Lifting her into his arms with a slight groan escaping him due to the wound he'd taken, he starts to carry her towards the exit. Outside, he senses that someone is coming and sees a car approaching the front of the building. Setting Kat down against one of the stone pillars near the steps, he backs off into the room again, not wanting to be seen. Sophia, seeing Kat shortly after exiting her car, gasps in surprise and rushes to her side.
By this point, Kat is fading in and out of conciousness, even if she saw the face, she wouldnt remember as everything turns black for her, even as Sophia shakes her and tries to wake her up.
****************************************************
The recovery from her wounds took a few weeks, spent in hospital and at home. Wounds she will not soon forget marr her, inside and out. She never found out who the man was that saved her. Some good samaratan who didnt want glory. Just wanted to save her that was it she guessed.
The attack had upset her immensely, she spent a good long time locking herself away, only becoming more and more of an introvert as time went one. She avoided people, avoiding any contact with anyone except Sophia. She never did get her camera back, it was lost that night, and that upset her. She'd spent a years worth of savings on that thing, it was her life and her income. Though she was in no state to resume her photography duties just yet, it killed her to know he baby was lost.
********
Sophia:
I'm telling you Kat, there was no one there when I found you! You were alone just where they dumped you...
Katarina:
But there was a man Soph! He saved me! He fought them off!
Sophia:
Look Kat, you took a bump on the head I know, but this delusion is crazy, no one saved you, they finished with you and left you there to die!
Katarina:
He was there, I know it...
Sophia:
Yeah? Well maybe your imaginary savour should have come and saved you sooner then!
*********
Someone knocks on her door, interrupting her monologue. Obviously frustrated, she whips open the door only to have a courier hand over a package.
Katarina:
"Wait, what? Who's this from? Who're you?"
Courier:
"I...ah...was just told to deliver this, ma'am. Er...good day."
He tips his hat and leaves a flustered Kat standing there. Shutting the door, she carries the box to the sofa and opens it, finding her precious camera within, mostly undamaged save for a bit of superficial damage.
***********************************
IN the present time, we see Katarina sitting at a wooden tressle table, a stack of papers next to her and couple of coloured vivids. An Autograph signing session it appears, with Skylar and CRaven sitting nearby at a similar table together. A little boy of about 8 is in front of Katarina. He giggles as she signs his book for him.
Katarina:
"Now you behave for you Mama ok buddy?"
Boy:
"I will Miss."
She laughs as he runs away happy.
The next person in line comes forward and right away the feeling in the air changes. There's nothing wrong with him, per se...his black suit is neat and pressed, his hair is brushed back and he carries himself well at first glance. Perhaps it's his eyes...the way he appears to look through someone as opposed to at them. In his hand he holds an 8x10 of his own, walking up to the table as the mother and son depart.
Katarina looks up at the man as he approaches, something about this man made her feel uneasy, but she tries to brush that feeling aside.
Katarina:
"What can I do for you today Sir?"
He offers the slighest of smiles and sets the picture he'd brought on the table, sliding it forward to her.
Man:
"A signature, if you would?"
His voice holds a trace of an accent, French perhaps. The picture, as Katarina sees, is one of her...a shot taken early in her career as she worked her way through the independent ranks.
Katarina:
"Nice picture, did you take it yourself?"
Man:
"I did. Photography is not my usual forte, but...sometimes the subject of one's work can overcome a lack of skill or natural talent."
It was obviously a compliment toward the young wrestler, yet something about the way he said it...
She's not sure how to take this comment, but does her best to blow it off instead turning her attention back to the task at hand.
Katarina:
"So... What name would you like me to make this out to Mr..."
She attempts to prompt him to tell her his name.
A simple shake of his head is given.
Man:
"Just your name is fine, Miss O'Hara. It's the only thing worthy of gracing that picture."
She looks at him for a minute, thinking over this, then nods
Katarina:
"Ok"
She takes out her silver vivid and signs the image, with her standard signature.
Katarina:
"There you go."
Man:
"Thank you kindly."
He accepts the picture back once she's finished, smiling slightly as he locks eyes with her for a moment. There's no putting a word to that stare except that it gives the young woman the shivers for a moment.
Its a stare she wont soon forget either, and not in a good way and not one she can look away from.
Skylar and Craven happen to glance over, looking between the two before the man glances their way in a cursory fashion. At once his gaze becomes chilling and, at that, he turns and leaves without another word.
The contact broken, she can breath again. but she's unsettled.
Skylar and Craven look over at Katarina, who looks like she wants to run from the place and hide. Skylar says something to Craven who simply nods before they walk over and stand beside Katarina.
Skylar:
"Kat... You ok?"
She shakes her head, words lost to her for the moment.
Craven:
"That guy really got to her..."
Skylar:
"Seems that way... Kat, he's gone now, you're gonna be ok..."
Katarina simply nods.
Skylar:
"He's not one of those men Kat, he's simply a fan. I'm sure he meant nothing by it..."
Craven:
"I could go follow him if you like... possibly pay him a visit if necessary..."
Katarina shakes her head
Katarina:
"Probably nothing... Its fine..."
She attempts to offer a smile
Craven:
"You're sure?"
Katarina nods
Katarina:
"Just a fan, a scary fan, but just a fan"
Craven:
"OK"
Skylar:
"You wanna call its quits here soon and go home? Fans are starting to die down anyways"
Katarina nods
Katarina:
"Ok"
Craven:
"Good turnout, especially for a small company."
Skylar:
"Yeah, guess we're growing a bit"
The scene fades on the trio as they start to pack up from the signing and head home after a long day.
