Siren Song 22 Arrival

'Tch, I only came for Chang. I don't have the time to get involved but I can't just leave now though seeing this' He whipped out his phone to call the police. As he was pulling it out though, the man on top of the woman, grabbed one of her arms. The woman cried out and her face turned to where he could see it, he stiffened at the sight.

Chang was crying, blood and dirt smearing her beautiful, tender face. One arm fighting to cover her exposed chest. While one man was holding her legs spread, reaching for her skirt to tear it off her. The first man slapped her quickly while he growled

"Stop fighting."

Like electricity the cracking sound sprang Liang Jian Amal into action from where he had been shocked still by the horrible sight. He roared as he sprinted forward, he caught the man by her legs in the face with his knee. The man's nose broke with a crunch and he fell back fluidly. The other man was shocked by the sudden appearance of the stranger and stared dumbly for a second holding Chang's arm before he threw it down. He turned to try to fight but he was instantly met with a solid kick to his gut that sent him flying to wall.

He hit it with a "oomph," his head cracking back against the wall. The man started to slide down from the sudden impact but Liang Jian Amal grabbed him by the collar and with a savage expression on his face smashed his fist into the other man's face. He then grabbed his twisted it behind his back popping his elbow and shoulder. The man screamed and fell unconscious, Liang Jian Amal dropped him without further harm and rushed to Chang who had started to curl onto her side holding herself.

Liang Jian Amal pulled off his jacket and draped it over her body before sweeping her into his arms. He needed to get her somewhere he could a.s.sess her injuries. Chang started to struggle a little at the feel of a man's arms around her again, but as if sensing the help she she shuddered and pa.s.sed out. Liang Jian Amal burned, he wished to destroy the two men, but Chang was his highest priority at the moment.

He lamented not bringing his car, and only walking to meet her. He really wanted to bring her to a hospital to have her checked this instance in case they had seriously harmed her. Liang Jian Amal refused to take her into Chang's work with how she looked. They were not far from the apartment though, so he hustled there holding her tightly in his arms. Panic rushing his steps, he avoided the lobby with the elevator, and took the outside stairs, and entered via the balcony entrance.

Liang Jian Amal carried Chang in his arms into the bathroom, setting her on his lap as he sat on the toilet after turning on the light to a.s.sess her injuries.

He was shocked at the vivid sight of her bloodied face. Her cheeks that usually carried just a hint of blush were pale with lurid bruises across her delicate cheekbones. Her shapely lips had a couple of slits in them that while no longer oozed showed traces of fresh blood, dying her lips. Liang Jian Amal had to restrain the urge to rush back to where those two sc.u.mbags were and wipe them off the face of the planet after tearing them limb from limb. He sat there burning for a second before reaching to turn on the water for the tub, to bring it to a comfortable warm temperature.

Liang Jian Amal delicately unwrapped her from his jacket that she was wrapped in. He saw a few faint, b.l.o.o.d.y lines on her graceful neck, further deepening his furrowed brow.

Controlling the rising lump in his throat and his fury he removed the tattered remains of her clothes and placed her in the water. As he layed her in the water Chang came to, rocking forward tightly gripping his arms. Tears were in her eyes as she stared with terror and confusion.

This absolutely broke his heart, he leaned forward catching her head to his shoulder.

"It's ok. Don't worry. You're safe now." He stroked her head, repeating the words slowly and steadily.

Chang looked up at him and large, hot tears like pearls rolled down her cheeks. She leaned forward and let herself sob into his shoulder, as he patiently held her, lovingly stroking her hair.