Damsels (Big Hero 6 fanfic)

Hiro has a thing for damsels. Sure while he like strong women to fight with, women who ultimately need him to protect them always seem to wrap him around their finger. Here enters Bethany Smart. She is a mess and Hiro wants nothing more than to be the one to clean her up. (Cover photo found on google, do not own.)

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5. Midnight

 

 

"Run!" Donny yelled. I screamed as a fist smashed into his face.

"Donny!" I cried. Blood was running down his face. I felt queasy. It had all happened so fast, too fast. "Don-ny!"

"Run, Beth--" Punch! "Get out o--" Punch! "LEAVE!" Punch!

"No," I whispered. I looked around, but I couldn't see anything to fight back with. Donny was my only weapon, and he was currently out of order. My heart thumped painfully hard in my chest, and in the blink of an eye, I was throwing myself at the man on top of Donny. The man fell over, not expecting me to join in. I squealed as we fell back on the floor. He landed heavily on my arm. I screamed. That scream was silenced by a grunt when the guy shoved me off of him, and I went skidding across the floor.

My body was sore, not used to being handled roughly, but I climbed to my feet. I was shaking. I didn't expect the man to walk towards me once I did so. He looked angry. The fear I felt was so unusual to me that I almost peed myself, then and there. I stumbled back until I hit the wall, but the man didn't let up. He raised his fist and I screamed. I flinched, my eyes slamming closed, but the blow never came.

I heard a grunt then, and then the presence of the man was gone. Someone grabbed me, and pulled me. I screamed, and tried to pull away, but the person grabbed both of my shoulders. I was silenced by a hard shake.

"Shut up!"

I felt tears slid down my face when I heard him speak. "Donny..."

"Shut up!" His voice was rough, and wet. He spit blood out of his mouth.

I was disgusted, but I nodded, nevertheless. I tried to ignore the fact that I was crying. Donny let go of me, and jogged to the other side of the room to collect to money that the people had lost, and a little more because there was no one to stop him. He put in my purse, a decently large brown bag with a long strap. Then he came back to me and took my hand. He tugged on it, and together we fled from the building.

The world outside was different. The world was darker, scarier, and more creepy than it was before, but not silent. The street was almost empty, with only a few drunk people stumbling around, but the sounds of traffic, cop sirens, and gun shots were easily heard. The same thing you'd hear every night in the city.

We'd ran two blocks when I realised something: Donny was taking it easy. He wasn't out of breath, and it looked like he was just jogging. My heart clenched, and I stumbled a bit. Donny could run faster. Donny could leave me. Donny could get away, but he stayed with me. I appreciated it, and hated him for it at the same time.

Here he was, bloody and bruised, and loyal. I tried to run faster, but my legs were going as fast as they were going to go. I only made it to the end of the street before I stopped, and fell. I couldn't go on any longer. I rolled along the ground, pathetic, looking like fish out of water. I couldn't breath. My side hurt. My head pounded. Donny faultered, and then he was all over me, grabbing me, pulling me along. "No," I protested. It hurt to move. I knew I shouldn't be complaining, a voice in the back of my mind screamed and cried out at the fact I was the one complaining, but I couldn't help it. "I can't."

"Beth, move," he hissed. His grip on me tightened and started to drag me, barely letting my feet touch the ground. He was practically carrying me across the street.

I enhaled sharply, but didn't protest. I couldn't find it in me to. Seeing his face, those blue eyes surrounded by forming black eyes, I started to cry again. "I'm so sorry."

"Shut up."

And I did. There was no way I was going to talk back to him now. I let him drag me. I didn't know what else to do. I felt to powerless, weak. Another common occurance in my life. I was always the weak one in need of protecting. I hated myself for it. People like Donny, though, thrived on it. Donny, while he would never admit it, had a thing for protecting people. He always wanted the people closed to him alive, and well. He was loyal, and sometimes even sweet.

But behind those sexy blue eyes there was something else, I just didn't know what. I knew it was dark, and probably something that should make me steer clear of him, but he'd never treated me bad so there had been no reason for me to turn my back on him. Especially in times like this, with him dragging me away from danger. He had the money, he could just drop me and run away with it.

But he didn't.

Instead, the next thing I knew, we were in an alley. Donny let me go, and I almost fell, but I caught myself. My heart skipped a beat, but not because he let me go, but because of the alley. I'd never liked allies. Bad things always happened in them. Rape. Murder. Thieft. Abandoment. Murder. I looked up at Donny, and the fear on his face made me shiver. "Wha-"

"They're following us," he whispered, more to himself than to me. His eyes roamed the alley. "We gotta hide. We can't outrun them. We have to hide."

I looked in the alley and saw a large gargage bin and a few tin gargage cans. There was nothing to hide under, or in. When I looked back to Donny, he was gone. I looked around a bit more, sure that he'd just moved, but I couldn't find him. "Donny?" I called. My voice was quiet with fear. When he didn't call back I realised that he was gone.

He'd let go of me, and then left, taking the money with him. It all happened to fast that I didn't know what to think. 

And for a long time nothing happened.

It was silent.

The only thing to be heard was my breathing.

But then, a door opened further in the alley, and I jumped away, ready to run, but the person there was just as startled as I was. "Hey," the guy hissed, "what are you doing back here?" I jumped back, frightened. Had I just ruined it? In my sudden rush to flee, I stumbled backwards and fell. The man noticed, and he started to move forward. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Donny?!" I screamed, glancing back. "Donny!" I picked myself off the ground, and turned and ran back out onto the street.

I didn't look to see if the guy was following me, but I got the feeling that he was. It didn't matter though, because I'd spotted Donny. He was running, just ahead of me about a block and a half. Seeing him run made me realise that he'd really been holding back. He sped quickly down the street, and I was jealous of his sped, mad that he'd left me, and hurt that he was leaving me behind. Why was he running away from me? I continued to run on, though. I chased after him, following him as he turned down each confusing street. After a few minutes, Donny had disappeared. I'd lost him.

I stopped running, but oh-so-luckily managed to trip. With a yelp my foot ran into the other one and I went tumbling down. I was lying on the ground, sore and hurt, with no motivation to get up.

I was on the ground only a moment, letting my mind register my pain, but then a gun shot rang out, not too far away. My heart jumped, and before I could really register what was going on I was running towards it. As I did, another shot rang out. I turned another corner, and to my surprise I was right at the docks. The sudden change in smell hit me going from damp street to salty shore all too quickly. But I did my best to ignore it, and focus on the fight I saw just ahead of me.

I never got to the fight. 

Someone behind me grabbed my arm, and pulled me back. With a yell, I fell back into the person. My mind went blank. I didn't know what to do. Was I caught? Was I dead? Was I going to die? I struggled. I wasn't giving up without a fight. "NO!" I yelled. The roar of my voice startled even myself. I didn't have time for this. I had to help Donny. I had to get to Donny. Under my breath I whimpered, "Donny?" I wanted to cry out to him, but he was busy fighting. I knew that was him, just up there. The way he threw his punches, his height, and the overall look told me all I needed to know. And he was less than a hundred feet away. And I was standing here, useless, like always.

My heart hurt watching Donny beat the other man down. It was so violent. Everything was so violent. Donny was winning, which didn't surprise me, but a part of me was scared. I didn't really want to run to Donny, not when he was kicking someone's head, punching the shit out of a man he didn't know, throwing the guy against the wall.

What was it all for? All of this violence for what? Money? So yeah, I needed money, but this is not how I thought this night was going to go. Sure, maybe a little commotion, but I didn't expect this to be such a big deal. I didn't expect for everything to blow up out of proportion.

Suddenly, the events of tonight came crashing down on me. With a gasp, my knees gave out. I felt faint. I would have fallen to the ground if the guy holding me didn't tighten his grip. That made me remember that I was being held, and I started to struggle again.

But then another gun shot rang out, so close, and painful on the ear. I winced and my eyes jumped straight to the figure I knew was Donny. I watched him sway only a slight bit, and dread spilled into my gut. I was horrified. "No!" I yelled. Again, my voice was louder than I thought I could yell. My whole world seemed to be falling apart. "Don-ny-y!" I let out a sob, and the worst part was the I could have sworn that those eyes met mine right before he fell down.

The man's hands slithered off me, and I bolted to Donny. Other guy who'd shot Donny ran off, getting into a car and driving away. I couldn't stop muttering his name, as if saying it would make him better. I called for him, yelled at him, and cried for him as I ran. I couldn't get there fast enough.

Without heisitation, I dropped to my knees, and took his hand in mine. Warm. I looked up at his eyes. They were squinted with pain, staring at me. He looked terrible. Tears streamed down his face. He was breathing heavily, obviously in a ton of pain. It broke my heart to see him crying. I felt helpless. "I hate you," I snapped. It was the first thing I could think of. Tears, like so many other times tonight, spilled from my eyes. "I really hate you," I whispered. I squeezed his hand, and looked over the rest of him. I sighed sharply, so confused, so unsure. "What do I do? What can I do? Don't die on me." I reached for his pockets, searching for his phone. It slid out of his pocket easily. I dialed the police, but I didn't know what to say. I just told him that my friend was shot, and I was somewhere by the docks. The call was short, and bitter. When I looked back up at his eyes, he wasn't looking at me. My bottom lip trembled. "Donny?" I whispered. He didn't respond. My eyebrows knitted together. "Donny!" I squeezed his hand harder, and placed it against my cheek. It was wet with blood. I tried to ignore the blood smearing on my face, but I couldn't. There was so much, too much. I couldn't ignore it. I felt like I was about to throw up.

I turned his hand over and kissed his palm, which was was clean from blood. I didn't flinch when he moved his hand and cupped the side of my face. His thumb swiped, smudging some of the blood on my cheek. He still didn't look at me. I let out a sob.

Then there was a shuffle of feet behind me. Donny's eyes hardened, and slid over and up, looking at something above me. My blood ran cold. Donny twitched to move, but groaned and fell back, relaxed. His eyes were trained on the person behind me. He looked furious with himself, and ready to hurt the person behind me if he did something stupid. I didn't look back, but gasped when something was pressed against the back of my head.

"The money," the person hissed.

I looked at Donny, but he didn't look at me, just the guy. His expression changed a fraction. His jaw clenched. I looked around for it. Donny didn't have it on him.

I don't know what exactly happened, but one second the gun's pressed against my head, the bullet clicking in place, and the next it's gone flying into the air to skid noisily away from us. The was a pause and a grunt before the guy suddenly landed next to me, uncounsious. I screamed, and shuffled closer to Donny, who groaned, and then scrambled back into someone new. I froze; my eyes widened. I looked up slowly, swollowing, and behind me I laid eyes on the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.

Uhh, I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter. What do you think?

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