Impact by Vamperic Knight (best biographies to read .txt) 📖

The explosion rocks the very earth. Screams of pain. The smell of blood stifling him. The soldier makes his way across the ditch, leopard crawling between the bodies and dirt. A high pitched wail comes from far overhead, and the next moment everything is obliterated. The broken body of the soldier is thrown out of the ditch. After several minutes he moves painfully, groaning. Taking out a locket around his neck he opens it painfully. Inside is a dark haired beauty, holding  a small child, smiling at him through the dust. He smiles “ Sorry babes. Guess I won’t make it back to fix my fuckup. “ His arms goes limp and the aqua eyes half closes before rolling backward in its sockets, the pain filled smile on his lips.

It’s another boring day in Johannesburg, South Africa. Briskly running through the park is a young man, well built, his aqua eyes steel and fixed on nothing as he wills his body to put one more step into what was already a murdering pace of ten kilometres. His mind is as empty as his face is. His haircut is short, and a pair of military dog tags is flying behind his back, his sweat stained shirt showing his effort. One or two joggers that pass him nods or greets, but he does not return the gesture.

His mind drifts to his last assignment, where several children was involved, and he frowns, his body mechanically continuing his long strides through the park. They had to raid a block of flats in Eldorado park, where it was rumoured a drug cartel was in operation. When the raid turned out to be so much more, the UN special forces was called in. Drugs and firearms was found, but the most disturbing was the children. Some of them as young as thirteen, all drug abused. His frown deepens as he remembers the 14 year old blonde girl trying to bribe him into letting her go back in her little squashed nest of tik with a blowjob.

The next moment he collides with someone and his vision is filled with a very long and very dark ponytail, a soft scream and he reacts instinctively, reaching out with his arms, grabbing the body in front of him and turning. He registers for a moment that the body is frail, small and soft, before he lands on his back, his momentum carrying him a few steps further, the person in his arms protected from the fall landing on top of him. Consternation goes through him like a lightning bolt, and he checks for a second what happened.

Dark eyes meet the aqua and 1st Lieutenant Du Faberge looks into the face of a young girl, her long dark hair in a ponytail halfway out and unstrung.  The dark eyes are blazing with indignity. “ Excuse me, you can let go now. God of all the pickup attempts I’ve seen this has to be the worst. What are you doing running into people like that?”  Again his confusion must be apparent with his mouth half open. The thump of a small fist on his chest wakes him “Hey! Let go! “The wriggling body on top of him brings him back to earth and he lets go of it. She rolls off and attempts to get up but immediately sinks to the ground with a groan “Ouch…” The face contorts and she grabs her ankle gingerly

Immediately his training kicks in and he takes a good look at her ankle. “ That’s sprained. “ She looks up at him, the eyes filled with tears but the blazing anger still flares. “ No shit Sherlock. No thanks to you! “ She spits at him, biting every word through the pain. Taken aback, he looks at her. “ I…Im sorry…” Taking a look at the young woman in front of him, his thoughts trail unchecked ‘ My gods, she’s a cutie’ He frowns to himself when he realises his train of thought and shakes his head. She looks at him and tries to stand again but the ankle prevents her, and she sinks back to her knees, crying in earnest, the earphones forgotten, dangling from the small pin on her top.

Andrew bends down and puts his arm supportively around her, but she shrugs him off with a hiss “ Don’t you think you have done enough already ? “ He backs off instantly while she tries to stand again but fails miserably. Her sobs touches something deep inside and his guts wrenches. Then making a decision he kneels next to the sobbing girl, and puts his arm in underneath her leg, the other around her shoulders, effortlessly picking her up in his arms. Again the thumping fists “Put.Me.Down.”

“What is your name, girl?” The empty aqua eyes fixes on her, ignoring the flailing fists on his chest. “What?” She blinks at him, mid punch. A gentle frown appears between Andrew’s brows. “ I am asking you your name? “ She scoffs and folds her arms, realising she is not even slightly phasing this ignoramus. “Maegen.” With a curt nod he acknowledges her. “ Well Maegen. I’m Andrew. Now I am really sorry for hurting you and I deeply apologize. But if we don’t do something about that ankle of yours quickly, you are not gonna be walking for quite some time.I’m not even sure if it’s just sprained or broken.” With these words he starts walking in the direction which he came from.

“Hey.” The voice is small, scared “HEY, ANDREW! You are going the wrong way! Where are you taking me ? “ He looks down for a moment. “ My place. I need to check out that leg of yours “ Maegen starts wriggling in his arms “ Put me the fuck down! “ He looks at her, stops and gently puts the girl down. “ you will not be able to walk on that leg, Miss “ She looks at him, scared, pale but brave “ I don’t need you. If it wasn’t for you in the first place I would have already been at home! “ As he steps back she tries to walk forward but falls with an outcry of pain and loses her balance, instinctively grabbing hold of his shirt to stay upright, tearing a small part of it.

Looking up at the tear in his shirt her eyes fixed in terror on a big scar that looks recent, then up at his eyes, which now has a quaint twinkle in it, the aqua in his eyes somehow brighter. “ Well now. If that is your idea for revenge…” he leaves the statement hanging in the air. “ You are a really big asshole you know that ? “ He laughs despite himself “ So I have been told, yes. Now are you gonna allow me to help you or are we gonna keep arguing about the matter in the park?”  She looks at him and squints at him “ you are actually enjoying this now aren’t you? “ He smiles. “ Yes, quite.” She blinks at him again “ Asshole “ He snorts. “Yes m’lady “ She holds out her arm so he can pull her up, but instead he bends down once more and hooks his neck under the offered arm and picks her up in the same manner as before. Maegen remains silent ‘ Damned asshole! Where did you crawl out of, Shakespear?’

Her thoughts clouded with indignity, Maegen bites her lip to try and deal with her ankle’s searing pain. Andrew looks down at her once, frowns slightly and then quickly looks away, but not before her keen eyes spotted the shadow that flitted across the stern, empty face. ‘ His eyes…’ She looks down, jostled slightly by his paced movements. ‘ They are the most beautiful eyes I’ve seen in my life’ She sneaks another look at him, bolder this time. ‘So sad and empty…’ A shiver runs down her spine ‘What if this guy is a serial killer or rapist or something?’ As the thought hits her she goes tense and wriggles again, thoroughly scared to the core now.

“Could you please put me down, sir?” She looks up at him and he stops, frowning, but then looks around and finds a bench, gently seating her on it, the wood still slightly damp from the morning dew, then looks at her, backing away a step or two. “I can call my dad, I’m sure he will be able to come and help me” Andrew frowns but then a revelation comes over him. “ Ah I see. You are scared of me cos I’m the stranger and all that “ He chuckles when she looks down. “ It’s okay, I get it. Wait here, okay ? “ Without a further glance back to her or another word he starts pelting down the road, looking gracious yet the urgency is in his body language, his long legs carrying him further from her in seconds. Her mouth hangs open. ‘ You bloody asshole! Where am I going to go with this darn foot?! Did you just take the easy way out ?! ‘ Her wrath is not enough to keep the pain in her ankle from her mind. Maegen groans a small and pained “Fuck “and sinks her head into her hands.

On the road, Andrew’s mind is in overdrive ‘What the fuck?!’ He thinks to himself, chagrined with himself for causing so much trouble. It was supposed to be a routine jog and workout, his first day in a year that he could actually breathe, having received time off after his last endeavour. ‘You are supposed to be resting, but then you go and bulldoze women in the park. Andrew, you dolt!’ He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts as his body carries him easily back to the apartment. Arriving at the door, he quickly enters and immediately dives for his bag, which he hasn’t unpacked yet.  Instead of just taking what he need, he snaps the entire utility belt onto his waist, then remembers something, and unclips one of the side sachets and throws it on the couch. He then reaches around the corner into the fridge, taking out a bottle. Out of the door again in seconds, the slam lock taking care of locking behind him, and he is on his way, ignoring the stares of people he passes, carrying the bulky belt on his waist with ease.

Hearing his sport shoes on the tarmac minutes later Maegen looks up and again her mouth opens slightly. “Uh” Andrew winks at her “ I needed to fetch my rape drug, knife and other utensils “ It takes Maegen a moment to realise what he is referring to and she looks down, blushing blood red, squeaking a small “ Asshole “ . Chuckling, Andrew kneels in front of her already swollen ankle, fiddling in one of the sachets around his waist. Moments later he produces a huge military pocket knife, and Maegen takes a gulp of air “ Oh Fuck no, I thought you were joking! “ Again the irritating chuckle and he looks up at her, the aqua eyes dancing with humor “ Relax. I am not about to cut your throat. Or chop your head off for that matter. “  Maegen glares at him, and they both speak at the same time “ Asshole “ Blinking at him for a moment, she stares at him while he attempts his best to keep a grin from his face, as he ever so gently start cutting away the laces of her shoe.

Cringing and biting her lip waiting for the pain, it takes Maegen a few seconds to realise the gentle effectiveness that he is working on her shoe, although the