The clothing was taken out of the processing unit, all folded and
sealed into individual packages. The woman tucked them into bags and
handed them to Fiera. “That should do it for you. Now, if you’ll
place just tap your credit chip on the pad we’ll have you on your
way.” Fiera did as she was told, wincing a little at the cost. She
took the bags and started home again.
A terror filled scream stopped her about a street over from her
house. She dropped her bags and turned towards the sound. Three men
in rough clothing had a slender girl cornered. They were pawing at
her and Fiera watched as one of them tore the girl’s shirt. “Slag
that,” Fiera said. She jogged over. “What do you scrag heads
think you’re doing?”
“Mind your own business, ketch,” one of the men said, turning and
glaring at Fiera. “Or we’ll do you next.”
Fiera’s foot lashed out and caught him in the knee cap. He yelped
as he went down. She drove her foot into his crotch and whirled
around to face the next man. She caught his wrist in a tight grip and
turned, flipping him over her shoulder. He too got a boot to the
groin. The third man took off running.
Fiera grabbed the swaying woman and looped one of her arms over her
shoulder. She went back along the street, stopping only to pick up
the bags of clothes. She half carried the other woman to her house.
She put the clothes down again long enough to punch in the security
code before helping the young woman inside. Fiera got her sitting
down in a chair.
“I don’t understand it,” the other woman said, looking up with
fear filled eyes. “Why did you help me?”
“You were about to be raped. You expect me to let a bunch of scrag
heads do that?” Fiera asked. “Now, what’s your name and where
are you supposed to be?”
“Liliana,” the woman said, pulling the tattered remains of her
shirt over her chest. “Liliana Farriday. I was on my way back to
the dorms when I ran out of money. I was just going to walk home.
Then those men started chasing me and I don’t know. I was scared
and I couldn’t do anything.”
Fiera took hold of the other girl’s wrists. “You’d be broken in
two if you tried to fight,” she said, turning the thin, delicate
hands over. “Where are the dorms?”
“East of here, I think. I got turned around running,” Liliana
said, tugging her hands free.
“Why didn’t you call a friend to spot you the credits for the
cab?” Fiera asked.
“I don’t have very any friends. Most people don’t like me
because I’m so strange,” Liliana said. “I just try to keep to
myself and not bother anyone.”
“Do you have anything that can’t be replaced at the dorms?”
Fiera asked, looking around the house.
“No,” Liliana said. “Just my clothes, and tomorrow I can go get
my stipend and buy new ones.”
“You live on campus. Are you there because of a partner or because
you’re a student?” Fiera asked.
“Student,” Liliana said. “I just finished my first year.”
“Then you’re staying here,” Fiera said. “I’m not going to
let someone as fragile as you wander around loose without a
protector. I’m surprised you’ve made it this long without getting
raped or beaten.” Liliana paled. “Slag it, you have been
assaulted.” Liliana nodded. “Did you ever report it?”
“No,” Liliana said in a small voice. “I'm a Ward of the Planet.
That’s how I was able to pay for school and how I get my
necessities. No one would have listened to me.”
“You are not going back to the dorms. And we’ll get you some new
clothes tomorrow, on my credits,” Fiera said. “You need a
protector and since you haven't found one yet, I'll take care of that
for you.”
“Why are you doing this?” Liliana asked. “Who are you?”
“My name is Fiera Rezouac and this will be my first year at the
university,” Fiera said. “I hate seeing someone who is
defenseless get attacked. That's why I stepped in today.”
“What if I don’t want a protector?” Liliana asked.
“I'll spot you the credits to go back to the dorm,” Fiera said.
“Is that what you want to do?” She sat down beside Liliana.
“You're going to need either a boyfriend or a tough girlfriend to
keep you safer than you've been.”
“I don’t like men,” Liliana said. “And none of the other
women are any better than I am at defending themselves.”
“Then take my offer and stay here with me,” Fiera said. “All I
ask is you help with the expenses. After tomorrow, you’ll take care
of your own clothes.”
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