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Annals of Fear II	By : DeathNoteFangirl Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 5803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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At least it had stopped raining.   That was all Kiana could think about, as she waited once again in the road for Liam to prise out yet another stone from the sodden earth.    She looked up, trying to see the waxing moon through all of the clouds, but was distracted by the headlamps of a car approaching.    It slid into the bays before the chalets and she pushed the hair out of her eyes to see who was back.    The wind immediately took the strands from her hand.   It was a futile effort, but they would soon be indoors.    "Liam."   Kiana called, her voice with a pleading edge to be out of the cold.     She could swear on a stack of Bibles right now that Cardigan Bay was colder than Galway Bay, despite the latter's Atlantic exposure.

Fenian appeared out of the shadows looking pleased with himself.    He held up a small rock, but before he could attempt to engage her interest in it, a car door slammed shut.    Deontic stumbled into the floodlit lawn, between the chalets, her hand over her mouth.    Kiana sensed the trauma before she saw it, but they both told the same story.   Deontic's coat was muddied and her skirt ripped.    She was missing a shoe.    Something dark dripped down the side of her face, though it was impossible from this angle to tell if it was mud, blood or tears.    Kiana gasped, but Fenian was already running.    "Dee!"     The Malaysian woman took one horrified glance at him and began running herself.    She was heading for her own chalet. "Deontic! Stop!"   Fenian was faster.   He caught her up halfway across the green.    "What the fuck happened to you?"

Deontic screamed.    It was enough for Kiana, who began running too.   Her mind was already filling in the details.   The girl had been attacked, raped, hurt.    She probably did not want Fenian anywhere near her.    Across the way, Hal's door had opened too.   The American looked briefly aghast, but then she too started towards the couple.    Deontic was struggling, though Fenian had stepped back, his hands in the air.    Deontic yelled, shrill, "Leave me alone! Please!"   She dodged away from him; her shoeless stocking slipping on the sodden grass and nearly sending her sprawling.   Fenian reached out to steady her, but she uttered a keening mewl in the back of her throat and twisted away.   "No!"   She found her own feet. "No, no, no."

"Fine! Fine!"   Fenian backed off, letting Hal get between himself and his foster sister.   Kiana touched, then held onto his arm, keenly aware that she was the outsider here.   She was unsure whether she should reach out, one woman to another.    Deontic might be best left to Hal, who knew her.   Yet there was an indignant rage rising in Fenian. Kiana had no need to view his face to know that.   His question stopped just short of a snarl, "What bastard did this to you?"

Century's curtain was moving now, in the chalet to their far right.   The shape of him was just about seen in silhouette through the fabric. Kiana glanced across, in nervous apprehension. But then she felt a stare burn into the back of her head and turned fully around.    Mello was in his window, naked to the waist.     A moment later, he turned away, into his room and was lost from sight.    In front of them, Hal had hold of Deontic and was briskly walking her towards the stricken woman's chalet.   Deontic's coat was zipped shut, dripping liquid mud in her wake; but she was still pulling at it, like it wasn't closed enough.   Her brown eyes glistened, wild and wide-eyed, behind her glasses.    Kiana released her grip on Fenian's arm, gushing out the urgent command to still him, "Liam, women's work."   She hurried past and made it to the door, just as Hal was taking Deontic within.

"I'm ok! I'm ok!"   Deontic gasped out, though she clearly wasn't.    She looked and sounded like someone making a last desperate effort to retain her dignity. She was drawing upon every last ounce of Wammy's House dissociation training, and failing.   "I can deal with it!   I can be alone!"   Hal made hushing sounds, leading the woman towards the bed.   Deontic didn't make it though.   She sank onto the carpet a couple of steps from there and Hal's arms couldn't hold her up.    Kiana switched on the light and it was easy to see now the true state of the woman.   The stain on her face was blood. It oozed from a cut above her eye.   "I'm ok!"

Kiana leaned back out of the door.   "Liam, my medical kit."    She watched her boyfriend rush into the chalet next door and was waiting to receive it a moment later.    Century was outside now too, with Siân hanging back in their doorway, along the block.   The Welshman looked like he'd hurriedly dressed; Siân appeared to be wearing only one of Century's jumpers, over-sized enough to cover most of her thighs.   Kiana's gaze drifted across the green to where Mello's curtain remained open, showing only a light on in the room beyond.    She knew how this would play out in Galway.   She had no fucking idea how it would work here.    She ducked back inside, where Deontic was howling in Hal's arms.   Kiana spoke calmly, firmly, "I have my medical kit.   Let me look at you, Deontic."

Hal's expression and demeanour were impassive.     But all of the professionalism in the world couldn't mask the aura of the policewoman.   She wanted answers and justice, even as the woman in her was outraged and disgusted in equal measure.    Still Hal whispered, carefully, "We shouldn't destroy the evidence."

"No! No!"   Deontic's response was somewhere between a shriek and a whimper.   She scrambled backwards, pushing like a crab with her feet, to find purchase on the carpet.   "I want a shower. I want..."

"Deontic,"   Hal began, "I know that this is distressing, but..."

"No!" Deontic yelled into her face.    She was pulling at her skirt, trying to cover the oozing, filthy and bloody grazes above her knees.    Tears streamed down her sullied cheeks.

Kiana crouched on the other side of her, wishing that she'd thought to close the front door.    A heavy draught was blowing chill around the room.   She knew that Fenian was just outside.   A big, strong, Gaelic man to guard the doorway.    She hoped that he'd think to close it as well.    "Deontic," Kiana made reassuring noises in the back of her throat, but injected confidence and command into her tone, "let me see where you're hurt.   Let me help you."

"It was my own fault!"   Deontic hissed.   "I was stupid, I...."

"No."   Both women said together.

Hal continued, fiercely, "Whatever has happened here, it was not your fault!    Whatever you did, however ill-conceived, it was not your fault.    No-one has the right to hurt you like this."

Deontic rapidly shook her head, "I shouldn't have got out of the car. I shouldn't have engaged with them!   I...."   Her words ended in a squeak of emotion, which swelled to a deep keening.    Her eyes flooded; her hand shaking at her mouth.    Her head moved slowly, back and forth, as if she couldn't quite believe that this was her world.    Kiana was sure that Deontic had been raped.   She knew it as a deep certainty.    With her hand on Deontic's arm, she could almost see the perpetrators.

Then there was a heavy tread of footsteps outside and Fenian's low voice cut through, "Let the women deal with it."   But the doorway was filled anyway.

Mello shouldn't look frightening, Kiana thought, distantly.   She had watched him, since he'd arrived yesterday, attempt several different glamours.   It was all a veneer, though she didn't have a firm grasp on the man inside.    He knew how to project an image that was made believable, by subtle suggestion of stance and tone, in the minds of onlookers.    But he was a relatively short man, too blond and delicately boned to be much more than a pretty boy.    The terrible scarring of his face spoke tragically of past violence, but as the victim, not the victor.   He wasn't even in the leather that he habitually donned like armour.   He was wearing black jeans and a black Nightwish t-shirt.   It had dark foliage embroidery up one side of his chest; Kiana vaguely wondered if it matched the scarring beneath.    Mello should look like an overgrown child, barely a man.    Yet, right now, even Kiana shuddered at the look in the Slav's eyes.    He didn't say a word.   He just stared down at Deontic on the floor.   She whimpered and Hal instinctively made to shield her, while Kiana looked past him for Fenian to come and sort this out.

But Deontic found her voice.   She started quietly, pathetically, "They called me a Chinky."   She looked ready to crumble completely.   "And told me to fuck off back home."    She swore so infrequently that the expletive on her lips caused Hal to blink in surprise.   Deontic swallowed and her tone was stronger, "And they kept saying I was a," she paused at the unfamiliar syllables, "cunt gwerry on."

Outside the door, Century spoke quietly, but the room was so silent for that instant that they heard him, "Cont gwirion. Stupid cunt."

Mello raised a hand, one digit extended, to shut him up.   He didn't tear his gaze from Deontic.    "They were wrong, Pek Wan. You and I both know you're out of their league."    He looked and sounded dangerous.   "Tell me."

"There were four of them." Deontic spat.   "In a white car. Welsh."

"Make of car?"

Deontic shivered, but she had been trained to notice details.    "Souped up Punto, white, with rusting around the right wheel guard and driver's side door.    They were playing heavy metal music, loudly, with the bass rammed up."

"Registration plate?"

"V231 CAS."   Her eyes, hitherto distant and skittering, locked onto Mello's stare now.   Her husky voice dripped with fury and vengeance.   It made her words sound like a curse.   "They followed me nearly here. They took off back towards Aberystwyth."

Mello nodded.   "Thank you."    He turned on his heel and strode back out.

Deontic remained perfectly still.   It felt like a spell held them all in place.   Kiana stared into the space where Mello had stood. She had watched him sobbing like a baby in terror this evening.   She had seen him petrified of his own shadow.   She couldn't marry that with the man who'd just stood before her.    Then a second thought hustled in. Fenian had also heard that information.   "Oh fuck!"   She rushed to her feet an instant after Hal had done the same.   They both hurried to the door, but the green was almost empty.   They were in time to see Century leap off the low wall and follow Fenian into the backseat of the red Camaro.    Mello had his hand on the passenger side door.    Kiana yelled, "Liam! Don't be so fucking stupid!"   But in her heart, she wanted him to go.   She wanted Deontic avenged as much as the men did.   They must have raced to the car.    She still took a few steps out there.   Duty-bound, but willing them on. She called again, "Liam!"

Hal had taken off across the lawn, in pursuit, but all four were in the car now.   The Camaro reversed out of the bay at speed and only got faster as it roared off up the tarmac.    Kiana had to admire Matt's driving.    She considered herself a great driver, experienced, confident and just a little bit reckless.   Yet she always inched fairly slowly out of those parking spaces, taking her time straightening, for fear of hitting the rocks on the other side.    She touched the cross and charms at her neck, watching them leaving.    Hal's hands rose to the Heavens, as she stopped at the very edge of the wall.    She turned and traipsed in frustration back towards Kiana, "Bloody testosterone fuelled idiots!"

Kiana nodded, "Yes."   Though she was silently blessing their journey and beseeching Morrighan to ride their trail.   She twisted back inside, but Deontic was missing.    The bathroom light shone under the door, with the sound of the shower running.   "Shit."

Hal stormed to the door, but calmed herself to step back inside.   She looked from the carpet to the bathroom door with a growing sense of resignation, then took her 'phone out.   "I'll see if I can talk sense into Mello.   You try the same with Fenian."   She looked back, as footsteps padded in through the doorway behind her.

Siân slipped in between them, dithering in Century's jumper.    "Cardies!    Retards, the lot of them.   Not a braincell in the whole county, is it?"   She sighed. "I bloody hate racists, me."
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