A Tale Of Love and Vengence(rated r)

[PunkRockPrincess]

(I dunno why I upedated this but hey....incase anyone wants to read something that isn't Orlando/Keira..unlikely. then this might be for you.)

I recently watched the movie “The Crow” (Brandon Lee’s last film) and I have to say it is the most beautifully written love story I have ever come across. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the story of The Crow. It’s about a young musician named Eric Draven and his Fiancé Shelly Webster, who were murdered in cold blood inside their apartment by 4 thugs. A year later after their murder Eric has been resurrected by the “crow” to make sure that the people who murdered him and shelly Pay for their crimes. In my personal opinion I think it’s the most beautiful story I have ever seen. I was nearly in tears while I was watching this movie and I encourage anyone else to see this Movie. Well after seeing it I wanted to write my own version of this.

Once again if you are offended by f/f parings, do not read.

Prologue: Death of two lovers.

The scene was an absolute blur. Police sirens were whirling about while news vans were scurrying around trying to get the best position to broadcast the horrid news that was on the scene. A murder at a LA Hollywood house was already flooding the news around the world as people were turning on their television sets.

Office Kate Langily was already on the scene surveying the murder spots. She took a drag of her cigarette while she looked at the body on the floor that was covered in blood. The body was that of a young woman who looks to be about 19 years of age. Her long brow hair draped over her face was soaked in her own blood as she laid their motionless.

“What a waste.” Kate said to no one in particular, “What a sad waste.” Kate repeated to her self again as she pulled a few strands of blonde hair away from her face.

A middle aged man walked up the stairs and looked around in disgust. He was wearing a regular suit and his badge hung loosely off his over coat.

“Holy Jesus. What the ^beep^ happened here?” He disclaimed as he joined Kate after he trampled over the set of stairs he was watching.

“Where having a costume party Smith. What the ^beep^ do you think happened? It’s a Murder.”<br>
The older man mocked a shocked look as he backed away sarcastically “Well gee aren’t you the snippy one today.”<br>
“Snippy? People are dead here Smith ok? In case you haven’t noticed where cops. And one of our job descriptions is to protect and serve. You would notice that if you weren’t to busy sitting at your desk wolfing down Krispy Kreeme donuts all day.” She replied harshly as she looked out the window of the living room that the scene took place in.

“God the media is going to have a field day about this. Two lesbian Hollywood lovers murdered in cold blood. It’s like mixing oil and water.”<br>
Smith grunted as he walked over to the other room to see what the forensics team dug up. “Always trying to be the super cop Kate, just like your old man.”<br>
Kate decided to ignore the older gentleman’s comment as she continued to stare outside the window. It was such a shame that two young ladies were murdered due to this injustice. To young ladies who had their lives cut short because of some band of freaks decided that it was time.

She went back to where the body laid and kneeled towards it. She noticed that its eyes were still open.

“I’ll find them Keira.” She said silently as she placed her fingers over Keira’s dead eye lids and gently closed them.

“You’re death won’t be in vain Miss Knightley” She then gently took the blanket that was next to Keira’s body and covered it from head to toe.

“Detective Langily we got a live one here!” One of the MDs. Yelled from across the room. Kate looked up and walked quickly across the room where the MD was. When she reached the room she was standing over a young girl with her shirt torn up and cuts all over her body, her entire body was caked in blood from head to toe as she gasped air into the respirator that was attached to her mouth.

“Her name is Natalie Hershlag AKA Natalie Portman.. 23 years old, Caucasian female, about 5 foot 3 inches.” The medical assistant read as he was trying to pump oxygen into Natalie’s lungs.

“For ^beep^’s sake some one get her out of here and to a hospital!” Kate exclaimed as the meds hurried and packed Natalie onto a gurney.

“Keira…..” Kate heard the young wounded actress on the floor. She looked down at her.

“Where’s….Keira?” Natalie asked her breath almost giving out.

“Keira’s…she’s…..she’s on her way.” Kate lied, not having the heart to tell Natalie the truth.

“Tell….her. That…I love her..” Natalie said between gasps. Trying to hold on as best she can.

“No…you’re going to tell her yourself. Your going to be ok you hear me?” Kate said with sureness in her voice. Natalie just nodded gently not really hearing what Kate had to say.

The meds rolled Natalie outside to the Hospital van outside trying their best to pump life back into the young woman. Kate just stood out there feeling numb inside her body. For years she has been trying to protect and serve the City of LA from drug dealers, crooked cops and anything else this wicked city at to throw at her. This is however the fist time she felt as if she failed two people.

Smith the grunt middle age detective walked up behind Kate as he dragged his cigarette.
“You lied to her Kate.” He said smugly. She didn’t even make eye contact with him.

“The girl is already dying smith. She might not even make it through the night. You want to tell her that her girlfriend has been shot in the chest, stabbed in the stomach and beaten to death?”<br>
Smith shook his head and laughed harshly at the young detective’s comment.

“You’re just Lucky that she is almost dead, otherwise you would be the one that had to break the news to her.”<br>
Kate just scoffed at the fat man’s comment and walked off in the opposite direction. “Go to hell you fat ^beep^.” She said under hear breath as she walked off away from the middle aged man fatso.

The world lost an important person that day. A person that has brought smiles to the faces of movie buffs across the world. The world lost the renowned actress Keira Knightley.

[Reens]

Sad story...

[PunkRockPrincess]

That was the look i was goin for sweetie . I wanted it to be sad.

Any hoo here is chapter 1

Chapter 1: One year later.

"People once believed that when someone dies a crow carries that soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes something so bad happens that terrible sadness is carried with it. And the soul can't rest. And sometimes the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right."

It’s been a year since the tragic death of the two young lovers. And some one has yet to answer for the two deaths of Keira Knightley and Natalie Portman.

The mild cool air of the December weather fell over the LA City. The city was still in full swing even after the death of both Keria Knightley and Natalie Portman. However Hollywood was never the same. Many memorials of the two young actresses have been put up around restaurants, movie theaters, theme parks such as Disney land and Universal Studios, and most importantly, Natalie’s summer home where the couple where found brutally murdered.

The funeral that was passed as well as the open audience memorial that was one of the largest celebrity memorials in Hollywood. Thousands of fans gathered to mourn the death of these two young stars. There wasn’t a dry eye amongst the entire audiences.

The next two films Pirates Of The Caribbean 2:Dead Man’s Chest And Star Wars Revenge of the Sith were dedicated to the two actresses who lost their lives.

Yet no matter how many memorials were held, no matter how many tears were cried, it wouldn’t bring back these two young talented ladies.
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Kate Langily drove up to the gates of a large L.A cemetery as she parked her car onto the sides. She picked up the two bouquet of roses that she bought a little earlier that day. Her partner Rick Gardez a mid 20’s Latino officer groaned.

“Kate, for the past year that we have been partners, you have come to the cemetery every single day. At 8 am in the morning.” Rick groaned as he leaned his head back onto the back seat of the passenger side of the car he was sitting in.

“It’s a personal thing Gardez.” she said as she avoided looking at him and looking into the vast field of graves.

“Another thing I don’t get about you Lanigly. You don’t even know these two girls. I mean sure they were on the big screen and all, but aside from that. You don’t know them that well. Why do this every week?”<br>
Kate closed her eyes. She memorized this tune before. For the past year Rick said the same exact thing to her day after day. ‘Why do this? You didn’t know them. Why bother?’<br>
“Gardez, in the dirty business of Hollywood, these two young ladies were the only two people who were actually ‘innocent’ of anything. They didn’t deserve to have their life cut short. It’s a real shame. The only thing they were actually guilty of is doing the right thing.”<br>
Gardez sighed as he just slumped back into his seat. Of all the people he got to be his partner, he ended up with Mother f**king Teresa.

“Seriously I don’t understand you Kate….”

“I don’t expect you to understand…” Kate said as she got up from her car with the two roses in hand. She closed the driver side door. She took the long trek up the hill to the two monuments on top. One of them had a stone carved cherub angel standing on top of a pedestal. The carvings underneath the cherub monument read ‘Natalie ‘Portman’ Hershlag. Born June 9 1981-Died December 21 2004. ’Our darling Natalie. We will always remember you’ . The next monument had a bust of a female Angel with her wings spread. The carvings underneath the angel read, “Keira Christina Knightley. Born March 26 1985-Died December 21 2004, Our love for you will keep you alive in out hearts.’

Kate stood between the two graves as she sighed and looked down. She placed the white bouquet of roses over Natalie’s grave. White symbolizing Natalie’s care free and innocent personality. A fitting batch of flowers for a young girl with a matching personality. She placed the red rose bouquet over Keira’s grave. Red symbolizing her fire cracker personality who was more than willing to defend the people she loved.

“Hey guys.” Kate said quietly as she stood between the two graves.

“I just wanted to let you know that. It’s been a year, and I still think about you guys” she sighed as she kneeled on the grass and looked directly at the two monuments. She placed her hand on the cool wet grass as she felt the water seeping through her fingers.

“I promise you guys. I give you my word, I’ll find the people who did this to you. And they will pay for what they did.” She said as she looked at the two graves one final time.

“I swear to you guys.”

She bowed her head in respect one more time as she got to her feet. As she was walking back she barley noticed the large black bird that flew past heard head. Kate looked over to the bird who landed on top of Keira’s grave.

“What the hell do you want?” Kate raised her brow at the large feathered crow who started cawing at her. Figuring it was useless in arguing with a giant crow she left the grave yard.
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The night setting of the LA city was unlike no other. Lights glared from the buildings, clubs and all kinds of “after hour” places started to open their doors to all sorts of patrons, and under the glitz and glamour of the City Of Angels, rested the darker side of LA. Drugs, prostitution, and any other organized crime you can think of.

Rick Sanchez., A middle aged man dressed in an expensive Armani suit while smoking Cuban cigars and has a sh*t eating grin on his face walked down the streets of LA. Being a crooked cop not only got him “on the side” bonuses, but enough dirty money to afford the best lawyers and the all the “justice” that he can buy. He as well as four other “officers of the law”. He walked into a night club at the end of the streets.

The night club was filled with all sorts of “connoisseur activities” such as poll dancing. Striptease, even a private room for those “extra special” performances from other females that “worked the club”.

He entered the back room of the club where he was greeted by his other “fellow officers.”

Jon White, another mid 20’s male was in the back getting a private lap dance from one of the “dancers” who worked at the club. He slid a few twenty dollar bills down the lady’s thong as she slowly gyrated her hips for him.

Harold Blaine, a money hungry man who was in his early thirties was sitting at a table with a calculator and a Money counter as he was counting the large wads of hundred dollar bills next to him.

And last but not least was the wired hard core junkie detective Christopher Short who was shooting up heroin in the back of the room.

Sanchez sighed as he looked onto his fellow officers. They weren’t the most reliable bunch of officers, but he knew that they would never betray him or anyone else. They were already to far into the game of organized crime to get out now.

“Hey big S!” Harold yelled out to the middle aged as he held up his hand waiting for a high five, instead he got nothing in return. Sanchez just glared at the young idiot cop.

“How many f**king times do I have to tell you?” Sanchez stated as he got into the young crooked rookie’s face. “Don’t call me big S!”<br>
“Hey man calm down. It’s a time for celebration anyway.” Harold slurred as he took another guzzle from the beer on his table.

“All you cock suckers ever do is celebrate. I’m surprised we haven’t gone out of business with all the crap that you idiots pull.”

It was obvious that Sanchez wasn’t in a good mood. And Harold any the other four police officers in this room knew better to approach Rick Sanchez when he was in another one of his “moods”.

“How did we do this week?” Sanchez asked while he took one of the beers from the table and took a large guzzle from it.

“Great. f**king great Big..I mean Rick. Were up 25 percent this week.” White said as he pushed aside the dancer who was gyrating next to him.

“And people say crime doesn’t pay.” Christopher said as he got up from the corner and took out the needle that was stuck inside his veins. Sanchez noticed the red blood shot eyes and uncontrollable laughter coming from Chris. Which was a big indication that he was high off of his own supply.

“You all did the jobs you were suppose to do this week I hope.”<br>
They all nodded.

“Good. I don’t want any other police officers asking us about how we got the extra money for our new change in life styles.” Rick sat down on one of the seats as he downed the rest of his beer.

“It’s bad enough that that nosey bitch detective Langily is on our cases, the last thing we need is the DEA on our backs on how much money we are making.”

“So then what do we do Rick? If that bitch asks us again do we try and bribe her off?” Harold ask, while the others waited for Rick’s response.

“No. You guys don’t do sh*t. I’ll take care of Langily. The rest of you guys just…do whatever it is that you morons do.” Rick got up from his chair and took another beer from the table as he started to walk out.

‘I have ways of handling this bitch’ he thought to himself as he entered his Ferrari and speed of like a lighting bolt.

[PunkRockPrincess]

Chapter 2: Resurrection.

The night sky cloaked over the LA city as darkness engulfed the once bright day that LA had to offer. The rain poured down hard on the city as it drenched any pedestrian on the sidewalks. The rain poured down on the streets and turned the topsoil into mud. As the cold wind rustled the near by leaves a big black bird flew across the dark sky cutting through the harsh wind and rain like a knife through butter. Lightening struck as a thundering boom was heard across the sky.

The large crow landed on top of Keira’s tomb as he started to peck at it like a drill. While it was pecking at the granite monument the ground started to shake. The rain poured faster as the lightning struck harder. Suddenly the earth caved in and two pairs of pale hands pushed the ground open. All of a sudden a female figured approached from the open grave below as she climbed her way out of the broken casket. She gasped for air feeling the ice cold rain pour down on her soaking we body. The soaking wet young lady was covered in dirt which was soon beginning to form into mud due to the harsh rain. Her dress was torn into shreds only just barely concealing her nakedness. She began to pant heavily as she ripped the remains of her dress from her body, now only clad in a pair of black panties and a black shirt.

She laid on the muddy ground as she tried to adjust her eyes to get a hold of her surroundings. Many thoughts were running through her mind like ‘where am ? How did I get here?’ Suddenly a voice called out to her.

Keira

She picked up her head to try to figure out where the voice was coming from. There was no one around but a large black bird sitting on top of a grave stone.

“Who..who’s there?” her raspy voice called out? Yet no one replied to her. However the crow that she saw flew right at her. Trying to avoid getting her face pecked off she backed away as quickly as possible tripping over a monument of some sort.

She landed on the ground as her heard connected with a sharp rock slicing her scalp open. She touched her head to see the blood from the cut on her head, however as she touched her wound for a second time, she noticed that it was closing up. Almost as if a doctor was there sealing her wound back up.

“Weird.” Keira said to her self as she tried to stand up. She staggered for a bit but finally succeeded. She looked down at her self and realized how scantily clad her appearance was right about now. Strangely however she wasn’t even cold. She didn’t even feel anything. She was about to walk off until she saw the slate of rock that she tripped over.

Her eyes grew wide with horror when she saw it. “Keira Christina Knightley. Born March 26 1985-Died December 21 2004, Our love for you will keep you alive in out hearts.”

“What?….how did? Whats going on?” She asked to no one in particular. All of a sudden she grabbed her head in completely agony as she slumped to her knees. Bits an piece of a flash back flooded her mind but it wasn’t enough for Keira to find out what happened.

“Keira!!!!”<br>
“Kill the bitch now!”

“Say goodbye to your pretty little girlfriend.” BANG

Keira opened her eyes as soon as the vision stopped. She still didn’t understand what was happening.

“Keira”

The voice this time grew even louder. She finally found it who the voice belonged to. It was the crow. The crow was speaking to her. ‘How the hell is that possible?’ she said to her self.

“Keira, Follow me.”<br>
Not really sure what to do, Keira decides to take her chances with the large creepy looking big black bird as she follows him to a steel pointy high gate. She looks over the high fence with a skeptic look on her face.

“Uhm…little help?” She said. The crow just looked at her and then at the gate.

“your power..use your power”<br>
Keira really didn’t know what the crow was talking about. But she figured she had to try. She ran towards the gate and jumped. What happened next she didn’t expect. Her body flew up the gates and glided down to the surface below as she silently landed on her feet. She looked dumfound at the new powers that she had received. The crow started to caw and pointed it’s beak in the north Direction.

“It’s time to play follow the leader.”<br>__________________________________________________________________________________

Keira broke down the door of an old abandoned looking mansion. She stumbled inside and quickly recognized the room and walls within the mansion. Memories soon began to flood her mind like a tidal wave of pain and guilt washing over her. She collapsed on the floor grabbing her head once more as the visions engulfed her again.
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"Natalie, what are you doing?" Keira asked as she was blind folded. Natalie smiled at her while she led Keira through two double doors.

"Shhh, no talking sweetie." Natalie said as she held Keira’s hand. Once they got inside the mansion, she took off Keira’s blind fold, and Keira took a look around the large looking house. Saying it was a nice house would be an understatement. There was a piano in the corner, and there were numerous paintings by famous artists hanging on the walls. Keira was definitely in awe.

"Wow Natalie. It’s beautiful" Keira note as she looked around the house.

"You like it? You really do?"

"Yeah, I really do." Keira smiled as she walked around the house a little more. "It’s lovely."

Natalie smiled as she walked up to Keira and draped her arms around her waist.

"Well guess what..I bought it." Natalie finally said as she kissed her lover on her lips. Keira just giggled as she looked down at her shorter half.

"Very funny Natalie." Keira kissed her girlfriend as she held her hips. "Very funny."

"I’m dead serious Keira." Natalie smiled as she let go of Keira’s hips and walked around the house.

"Keira, I have been thinking about what you told me. You know, about starting our lives together and taking our relationship to the next level. And well, I realize that I want to do that. With you KK."

Keira smiled gently at what Natalie just told her. Natalie always knew how to make her heart melt and made her feel all warm and tingly inside. She always had a power with her words and her warm attitude towards her one and only love.

"I guess what I am saying is...." Natalie then took out a velvet box from her pocket and faced Keira. Then it hit her. Natalie was proposing to her.

"Keira, I've loved you since the moment I saw you. No, I loved you even before that, and I don't know what the long road will bring for us but. All I know is that I want to take that road with you."

Like tradition goes, Natalie got down on her knee and opened the velvet box revealing a huge diamond encrusted gold ring. Keira gasped and put her hands to her mouth. Tears of joy started to fill her eyes as a smile crept across her face.

"Marry me KK." Natalie simply said. She waited for an answer from Keira, her eyes begging her to say yes.

Keira got on the same level as Natalie and cupped her face gently and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. With a slight nod and tears of happiness going down her face, Natalie had just received her answer.

"Yes.” Keira whispered with a hint of happiness in her voice.

Natalie then had the biggest smile on her face. It was one of those smiles that only a loved one could bring her, and she kissed Keira on the lips gently and passionately.

"I love you Keira." She whispered as tears started to fall from her face.

"Say it again Nat."

"I’ll love you forever….."
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“forever…..forever….” the words kept echoing in Keira’s mind as she laid on the front area of the mansion.

As soon as the vision stopped Kiera opened her eyes and was back in the same old cold abandoned front door area of the mansion that was once filled with her and Natalie’s love. She looked around some more and stumbled onto the living room that they once shared together.

Keira…This way…<br>
She heard the Crow whisper, which led her into another living room area. It was the same living room that her and Natalie were killed in. On the floor she noticed the two spots stained with dry blood. Hers and Natalie’s dry blood. She got onto her knees and saw a broken picture of her and Natalie. It was taken on the weekend that Keira and Natalie were taken off from the films they were shooting.

“Natalie….” she quietly sobbed out, then the visions came back again, this time she began seeing what happened that fateful day.

[PunkRockPrincess]

Natalie was lying on the couch just watching Casablanca. It happened to be a favorite of hers. But right now she wasn‘t in a romantic mood.

In fact her mood at the moment wasn’t exactly the best she has had so far. She just got into a fight
With Keira about a project that she has been working on. She sobbed softly as she saw Rick and Ilsa kissed on screen.

The fight she had with Keira earlier was absolutely horrible. She didn’t remember the last time her and Keira had a fight that bad. It wasn’t even anything worth fighting about. Ever since she started this project in helping drug abusers and others off the streets and getting them better lives, she has been a really busy person as of late. Trying to get fundings, making speeches and appearances. The other day she was on TRL trying to promote her new organization. Yet with trying to “change the world” comes sacrifices. She was so busy, she was avoiding the people that meant the most to her, epically Keira.

She sighed as she wiped her tear away from her face with her Kleenex. There was a loud knock on her door. Assuming it was Keira she went over to the large double doors and opened them.

“Keira I’m so sorry…..” She stopped in the middle of her sentence. She saw four large men standing at her door way. None of them looking to happy.

“Excuse me, aren’t you Natalie Portman? World famous actress?” The middle man said. Natalie was a little skeptic yet none the less she nodded her head. Her sixth sense told her however something was wrong about this scene. She should of listened.

“My name is officer Sanchez, I’m with the LAPD.” He took a drag at his cigarette as he looked on over Natalie, He was definitely checking her out looking her over her tight sleeveless tank top and her low cut jeans.” These are my colleagues officer White, Blaine and Short.” Sanchez stated as he pointed to the rest of his “posse”

“Oh…well what can I do for you officer?” Natalie asked as she stood in the door way so no one can come in.

“Well we got reports that there was a domestic disturbance here.” Sanchez stated calmly as he took a drag out of his smoke again. Natalie looked confused. She had a fight with Keira, but it was hardly considered ‘domestic disturbance.’<br>
“Uhm..I don‘t know what you heard but there is nothing going on here.”<br>
A smirk grew over Sanchez’s as he looked over to his other four partners.

“You sure about that?” He said finally flicking his cigarette butt into Natalie’s face. The Cigarette but burned Natalie slightly as she tried to put her hands up in defense. The four police officers took advantage of the situation and Barged into the house. Sanchez raised his hand above his head and slammed it down across Natalie’s face. While she was down the remaining three police officer started trashing the home, by breaking windows, furniture and other things around the house. Sanchez grabbed Natalie by the throat.

[PunkRockPrincess]

“What are you doing?” Natalie asked while trying to gasp for air.

“What does it look like bitch? Where taking over your home.” Sanchez laughed as he got up and kicked Natalie in the stomach hard.

The sharp pain to Natalie’s abdomen forced her to cover her stomach in a fetal position as Sanchez continued to pummel his foot into her chest and stomach.

“Nice vase!” Blaine yelled across the room as he smashed the vase onto the ground. “Oops!” he said mockingly as he continued to drop other priceless artifacts around the mansion.

Natalie looked up at Sanchez who was looking down on her with a wicked smile across his face.
“Why…are you doing this?” her breath becoming raspy due to Sanchez continuously ramming his boot into her midsection. Tears were escaping from her eyes as this time Sanchez raised his foot and aimed it at Natalie’s arm. He slammed it down as Natalie cried. He had succeeded in breaking her left arm.

“We lost a lot of business after your little drug rehabilitation program you started. You think were happy about that? Huh?!”

Sanchez’s anger grew as he grabbed Natalie by her hair and dragged her onto the middle of the floor. This time the rest of the police officers gathered around Natalie and continued to beat her until blood started to soak through her cloths. She begged them to stop yet they continued.

“Natalie are you home?”

The four police officers looked at the direction of where the voice was coming from. Sanchez motioned for two of his guys to stay at the front door area and wait for his signal.

“Keira Don’t…” Natalie was cut off by a boot to her face. Sanchez put his hands over her mouth and took out a knife from his boot threatening to slit Natalie’s throat if she made a sound. Keira was about to step inside the house, she had a bouquet of roses with her. AS she walked through the door.

“Nat I feel horrible about the fight…..” She stopped in mid sentence as she saw Sanchez over Natalie’s body. “Who the hell are…” She stopped again in mid sentence as she felt a cold metal object slammed over her head. Natalie looked away not wanting to see the beating they were putting on her girlfriend. While Keira was on the floor she saw three large figures standing over her laughing.

Suddenly they all took turns kicking Keira in the head and chest. By using their large boots as beating instruments. The continued to beat her until Keira was at the point of passing out.

“Who are you….” Keira managed to breathe out as she looked onto the home invaders.

“Where the people that lost business to your little bitch girlfriend’s drug organization program.” Sanchez spat out as the two of the three larger men took Keira by the arms and dragged her to the middle of the floor where Sanchez still had Natalie pinned down.

“So the bitch has a girlfriend” He sneered. The two police officers brought Keira to her knees as they held her arms down so she wouldn’t be able to move.

Keira glared at Sanchez who took the liberty of slashing his pocket knife across her face. She looked away at a brief moment as Sanchez grabbed her by the cheeks and glared into her eyes

“Do you know what were about to do to you and your little whore?”

With that last sentence Keira looked up and spat right into Sanchez’s eyes. “Go to hell..” She said with bitterness in her voice. Sanchez revealed from the spat to her face and struck his face down across her head.

“You first you little British tramp.”

He laughed as he walked back over to Natalie. He took his foot and placed it over Natalie’s throat as he continued to apply pressure to Nat’s vocal chords. He continued to chuckle as she clawed at his foot desperately trying to gasp for air. While the other police officers were forcing KK to watch this act of horrid violence.

“Please stop!” Keira yelled out as she tried to plea with the four deranged men in her home. Tears mixed with blood ran down her face as Sanchez continued to apply pressure to Natalie’s neck.

“I’m not going to kill her…..yet.” Sanchez sneered back. He approached the half battered young actress who was still lying helplessly on the ground.

“However I am going to have a little fun with her.” He kneeled down to Natalie’s level as he proceeded to remove his belt and trousers. Natalie tried to struggle away from his grip however she was unable due to the weakness caused from the beatings and her small size.

“No…please don’t” Natalie pleaded with all her life as he began to unbutton her pants. She tried to protest but he only responded by slamming his fist into her face. “No please stop!!!!” Natalie cried out over and over again as Sanchez proceeded to rape her like a prostitute. Keira looked away sneering to her self. Tears of anger escaped her eyes as she closed them tight, however Natalie’s blood curdling please were to much for her to take.

“Come on baby you know you want to watch!” Blaine stated as he Picked up her head and forced Keira’s eyes open making her watch Sanchez violating her girlfriend. Keira say everything. The way Sanchez forced him self inside her, the look of pain on Natalie’s face and the screaming mixed with crying begging Sanchez to stop.

After Sanchez was done raping Natalie he finished with a kick to her stomach. He walked over to Keira as he pulled up his pants. He took some of Natalie’s blood that was on his shirt and smeared it across her face.

“I bet that got your motor running eh slut?”

Keira avoided his gaze. “I swear to god….You’ll pay for this.” She said with her eyes closed avoiding the look on his face. He just laughed.

“Oh were not done yet sweet heart.” White yelled as he let go of Keira’s arm. AS soon as he did Sanchez snatched it so she wouldn’t get the upper hand.

“It’s my turn to play with your toy.” White exclaimed as he went over to Natalie who was still lying on the ground crying. He then started to take off his pants.

“You son of a…!” Keira tried to stand up to save the woman she loved but she just got another kick to her abdomen from Blaine and Short.

As White proceeded to do the ungodly thins that Sanchez was doing earlier, Natalie once again cried and screamed trying to get the police officer to stop. After a while each officer was having a go at Natalie while they forced Keira to watch every horrid detail. Keira hated her self for not being able to do anything. The only thing she could do was to beg them to stop, even if it meant sacrificing herself.

“Please stop it!” she yelled out as the last police officer just finished his turn. “Take me instead. Please” She pleaded with them, Anything to get them from torturing her girlfriend.

“Oh we got plans for you. Won’t be as fun as this though.” Sanchez then Picked up Natalie who was now feeling like a broken down, violated version of her self. The horrible pain she was feeling was indescribable. Suddenly three of the four officers were once again surrounding Keira. She closed her eyes bracing her self for the torture that was about to take place.

Bam one of the police officers slammed his fist across her face. Bam, he did it again. This time the three of them continued to punch and kick the beaten and battered British lady with a look of sick humor in their eyes. Sanchez just Pinned Natalie’s head down and forced her to watch them beat the life out of Natalie’s one and Only. She tried to break her self free again but to no avail.

“come on bitch scream” Short yelled out as he and his two other crime partners continued to use Keira as a punching bag, but no matter how many times they kicked, punched and beat her, she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of screaming in pain. Keira could barely keep her eyes open after their punishment they gave her.

After which they dragged her life less body over to where Sanchez was holding Natalie.

“Hey bitch guess what, you should be thanking me. I’m giving you a chance to say goodbye to your girlfriend.”

He approached Natalie and drew out a blade from his pocket. Natalie’s eyes grew wide with fear as the blade drew closer.

“NO!” Keira yelled from afar as he shed watched Sanchez sliced the blade across Natalie’s throat in a slow motion. Natalie gasped as blood escaped her throat. For a moment Keira escaped her captor’s grasp as she crawled towards Natalie.

“Keira……..” Natalie whispered slowly barely audible.

“Oh god Natalie….I’m sorry…I’m so sorry..” Keira sobbed over and over again gently cradling her departing lover in her arms. “I’m so sorry please….don’t. Don’t leave me.”

Natalie’s eyes were slowly closing as darkness was about to engulf her. “I..love..you..” she let out one final gasp before going limp.

“Natalie?” Keira shook her trying to get a response out of her…”NATAIE!!!” She cried out holding the deceased girl in her arms. AS she continued to cry. She just stroked her dead lovers hair gently.

The police officers Finally took Keira upstairs and into her bed room. The once again dropped her to her knees.

“any last words bitch?” Sanchez replied as he raised his pistol to Keira’s head. She just closed her eyes gently, her last thoughts were of her lover.

“I love you Natalie……” she said with her last breath. Sanchez pulled the trigger as the world around Keira grew black.