<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/Shadebanner.jpg) (http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/Psylocke.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br/>Ayako sighed. It was cold, again. And she was homeless, again.<br/><br/>Huddling under a blanket for warmth, she tried to doze off in the doorway, the service entrance of a bankrupted old Theater, slated to be torn down sometime soon. Ayako wished she could get inside and out of this wind.<br/><br/>Rest would come hard to little Ayako, as she was jerked out of her silent reverie by a scream. It was probably just over drugs or something, and Aya didn't want to get involved in any of that business. And yet... the cry was a woman's, and was a sound of pure terror.<br/><br/>She could not let it continue. It wasn't like she'd get any sleep if the woman screamed any more. Slowly rising up from under the blanket, the dark clad girl slowly crept towards the sound, coming from the alley to the side of the theater.<br/><br/>Silently approaching, she stopped at the corner and inched around, trying to peer into the dimly lit corridor between buildings. A young woman, a teen it looked, was being driven painfully into the wall as a dirty man in old faded denim pushed his hips powerfully betwixt the crying girl's legs.<br/><br/>Fully knowing what was happening, and feeling rage boiling within her, she slipped around silently, the man too intent on his carnal prize to notice a shadow.<br/><br/>The man groaned as he rammed into the poor girl, seemingly close to his release. His dirty, long hair flailing about behind him as he rutted ruthlessly into the sobbing girl. Until he was suddenly jerked back by that very same long hair.<br/><br/>Dropping the girl, he spun around to face whomever pulled on his hair, and yet no one was there.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, figuring it was just his imagination, he turned back to his prize, the cute little co-ed he'd picked up at the mall.<br/><br/>Drawing back, he thrust powerfully back into the girl, drawing forth another pained gasp and wringing more tears from her bright blue eyes. Oh man, he was gonna....<br/><br/>"Step away from her, right now," he heard. He looked to each side, not seeing anyone. Dropping the girl to the refuse-strewn ground, he spun about. Somehow, even with his keen hearing, he couldn't figure out which direction the voice had come from.<br/><br/>"Must be me imagination," he grunted, turning back to his victim. As he did, he started back, jumping in shock as he nearly ran over a small woman, suddenly standing where no one had been just a second earlier.<br/><br/>"I said," the small woman spoke again, the man able to see the gentle sloping angle of her eyes, seeing that she was Asian of some sort. "I said to step away from her. Not drop her then go back to it. You can give up now and surrender, or we can do this the hard, painful way."<br/><br/>"Fuuuuuck you, Bitch!" the man growled. "How about you take them pants off and get on yer knees, and finish me off.... else you can join this bitch under me."<br/><br/>The girl frowned, and sighed,"Can't say I didn't give you a choice now. Fine, have it your way."<br/><br/>With blinding speed, the girl struck out with a backhanded slap, barely able to reach the man's face due to her diminutive height and his impressive size. Nevertheless, her hand connected with his face and Ayako channeled a healthy dose of her kinetic power into the blow, launching him into the wall behind him, a good five feet back.<br/><br/>He staggered a few moments, then fell to the ground, unconscious. Ayako briefly touched over his thoughts, making sure he wasn't faking. Smiling, as he was truly knocked out, she knelt down and checked his pulse and breathing. Finding both within the norm, she straightened back up, and knelt next to the poor Co Ed, shivering with torn clothes hanging loosely from her ravished frame, arms huddled around her for warmth. Touching her shoulder, Ayako frowned, "Do you have a phone, honey?"<br/><br/>The woman nodded, reaching for her purse, which she'd somehow kept a hold of throughout her ordeal. Handing it to the little Asian woman, "It... it's in there, somewhere."<br/><br/>Aya reached into the purse and her hand almost immediately closed around a cellular phone. Withdrawing it, she dialed 911.<br/><br/>"911 emergency, can I get your name and address?"<br/><br/>"I'm in the alley between the old Regency theater and the New Freedom Credit Union. A woman's been raped here, and the perpetrator is still on the scene. I knocked him out, and this is the victim's phone. She's right here, I'll let you talk to her and handle things."<br/><br/>Handing the phone to the poor woman, Ayako moved over to the man. She had pulled off the strap of the purse, and using the long leather thong, she bound the man's arms behind him. She returned to the purse, taking the other one off, and returned to bind his ankles.<br/><br/>When she finished, the woman was hanging up the telephone. She looked up to Ayako, "Oh.... miss, please..... thank you! Is there some way I can repay you?"<br/><br/>Ayako blinked, then shook her head, "Nothing is necessary, dear. I can hear the Police already... they should be here soon. I'll be around, but you won't find me. Nor will the police."<br/><br/>"Take care," Ayako smiled, vanishing into the shadows just as a squad car came to a halt, lights strobing and siren squalling.<br/><br/>Aya rested up atop the theater, having lifted herself kinetically to the roof. They'd not likely think to look up here. Unless they brought out a helicopter, and she could find somewhere else to hide from that. She hoped they'd finish things up quickly, so she could get back down and out of this biting wind, gather her blanket, and find somewhere else to sleep the night.</td></tr></tbody></table>