memories

[fyreangel]

::KaLayla sits on a concrete divider looking out over the now empty Beach in Haymarket austrialia lost in thoughts her eyes closed, THe sound of gun shots echoing in her ears. her face flushed red as if she was sunbathing as the scream of a young girl echoed in her ears over teh sound of blaring sirens her mind flashing back::

Young Kalayla::standing outside int eh dew covered grass her long nightgown and bare feet as she stares up at the flame engulfed victorian style house she once called home. The Dallas Fire Departement scrambling around her trying to put out the fire Kalayla hearing someone screaming as she looks around realizing that her little sister wasnt beside her:

YOung Kalayla::Rose?::She looks around her light brown eyes widened when she realized her little sister wasn't around:: ROSE?!:: she calls again frantic as she squeezes her small frame between teh crowd of on lookers still searching for her little sister:: ROSE!::

::She looks up to see her little sister's form in the window screaming for help. Kalayla rushes up only to have one of the fire fighters catch hold of her arm causing her to slip in the wet grass::

Kalayla:: NO!!!::She struggles against the fire fighters chest as a loud explosion was heard. the flames reflecting off of Kalayla's tear stained face:: ROSE!! NO!!!

::She stops dead in her tracks tears streaming down her face looking back over her shoulder to see two Harley davision bikes sitting at teh curb a few yards away from teh gathered crowd::

::teh waves snap kalayla back to reality. Tears filling her eyes the breeze blowing throught her hair as another memory flashes in her mind::

::Kalayla ran from teh fire fighters only to end up on the roughter side of Dallas and crying hiding in a dark allyway. Just as three hugh thugs walk up KaLayla looks up her eyes red and puffy from crying one of the thugs greabbing a hold of her by the front of her now wet night gown::

Thug #1::well well guys look what we have here::young KaLayla now frightened grabs hold of teh guy's wrist her eyes wide as sand dollars::

YOung Kalayla:: Please jsut let me go.::she begs the guys oveiously been drinking laughs in her face::

Thug# 2:: Yo man I bet she's hasnt been touched::By this time KaLayla struggles to get out of the first guy's grip her eyes filling with tears::

Young Kalayla::instinctively knees the guy's in teh nuts and turns to run only to have the other thug catch hold of the back of her nightgown wrapping his arm around her throat pressing her agaisnt his chest.::

Thug#1:: that wasnt very nice girly!:: he steps up to grab hold of KaLayla only to pitch forward hitting the ground face first::

Voice:: I wouldnt be that stupid if I were you
::a muscular guy steps out of the shadows wheilding a now broken singapore cane his blue eyes intense and focused. The other guy shoves Kalayla Forward right into the arms of a young woman who also too steps up out of the shadows as he turns to the guy::

Thug#2:: what are you going to do about it, jerk off:: and in teh world of Trevor blackwell that translates into, " by all means please do cave in my skull with your singapore cane" unfortunately the singapore cane was already broken across teh back of the first thug so trevor improvised with a MLB regualted baseball bat shattering that over the guy's skull::

Trevor::standing over the two thugs he and Kristina both beat senseless:: didnt your mother ever tell you not to hit girls?::trevor looks over at his sister who still has the frightened little girl in her arms::

::KaLayla opens her eyes hearing someone's voice she turns to see who was standing there::

TBC by Trevor or any memeber of Sex and Violence