Good and Evil

[AmbrosiaCaress]

This story is closed for Black Bart and Myself.. Enjoy​

It was dark, it was late, it was raining, and it was cold. It always seemed to be cold. Ravyn wished she understood why, but those answers, and answers to so many other questions, were beyond what her mind even wanted to consider.

All that concerned her at this moment was that it was dark, it was late, it was raining, and damn, it was cold. So very cold.

She stepped into the tavern. It was the same as any other Tavern she had been in during her travels. An old, delapitated building had been reborn, rebuilt, altho one would never know to look at it. Inside, there was a large room, a bar, a small kitchen (sometimes), a hearth usually with a fire burning, some Taverns had rooms to rent, some did not. Some had names, others did not.

This was a no name Tavern, in the middle of no where. There were rooms for rent tho, and Ravyn already was weighing the pros and the cons of staying a day or two, needing the sleep, needing to build up her strength.

She drew the cloak that hid her form, tighter about her drenched body. Beneath she wore a long gypsy skirt, low on her hips, flowing about her legs. The skirt itself was made for dancing, but she was no dancer. She like it because beneath, strapped high up upon her right thigh was a wickedly sharp dagger, conveniently hidden, easy to reach. For a top, she wore a black vest, and across her back was her sword. Women in this day and age, were seen as nothing more than to be used for entertainment and sex, at least most women. Unfortunately, the clothing reflected that. There were women like her, she was a Ranger, but they were few and far between.. These days, Rangers themselves were few and far between.

Rangers were the elite, or had been at one time, after the apocolypse.. They had formed to turn what was evil in the world back to the good. It sounded so simplistic, and Ravyn hated that. It was not simple. In this day and age, it was certainly not simple. The world was a dark and dangerous place, evidenced by the small fact that most of the Rangers were dead... Some had been hunted down by enemies... Enemies that numbered among Mercenaries, the Raiders, the Killers, the Mages, and the any number of abominations that now crawled the lands...

Ravyn had encountered her share of enemies. At one time, she had been captured, enslaved, her body still bore the marks of that enslavement. Not scars, no, but inkings on the smooth surface of her skin, along her torso, two vicious dragons. She had belonged to the dragon clan. A gang, that was how best to describe them. Brutal, Vicious, Deadly, Evil.

They were all dead, well, almost all of them. Ravyn, after hearing the words of the heavenly angels, had escaped and laid that evil to rest. She hated killing, but to defeat evil was to kill. It was all the Rangers had...

She still bore the Dragon Clan marks.

At this point, Ravyn wanted nothing more than to be left alone to rest. She had enough coin to buy a bit of food, and a room for a couple of nights. She decided she would stay here, and regain some of her strength before continuing on.. She let her head lower in a silent prayer to the gods that had lead her there... surely the angels were smiling on her this night.

The barkeep, a weasley man that called himself Myron of all things, approached her as she sat at the Tavern's bar.

"What can I get ya?"

"I'll take a bowl of your venison stew, a drink of whatever is handy, and a room for 2 nights" she was short, sweet, and too the point, lowering the hood of her cloak, her long midnight black hair braided and hanging over one shoulder. She lay the coin on the bar, Myron smiling a toothy grin and palming it. Moments later her stew and a glass of whiskey were handed over. Both smelled and tasted devine to her. She was exhausted she realized, as she finally allowed herself to relax.


A pic of Ravyn

 

[BLACK BART]

Rogue.

It was the only name he was known as.Truth be told after the wars it was the only name he cared for.Having lost everything in them...His wife...his life....his identity...To find himself alive and watched all that he once knew crumble to the ground.

It hardened him for the years there were to come, the fight for survival becoming a grim and often bloody thing, and as time progressed he became proficient at dealing out death. Too proficient it seemed, for his reputation grew and he caught the eye of the Rangers, and for a time the Hunter became the hunted.

But fate was always a fickle bitch, and though the wars had wiped out nearly fifty percent of the population worldwide it hadn't wiped out disease, and a plague set in to finish off what man had failed to do.

By the last scientific survey three years previous the population of the earth was down to four percent, and those that were lefter were scattered widely, fearing each other and sometimes....even themselves.

It took the fun right out of it, Rogue had decided, what challenge was there in robbing someone when they were dead... or fighting a running gun battle when there was no one left strong enough to hold a gun? He couldn't remember the last time he had a good peice of ass, or a drink not made from distilled alchohol and food color.

Life became a bleak and boring prospect from that time on, the few remaining survivors either endlessly on the move, or hopelessly mired in some shit hole like the one Rogue found himself in now, eating a bowl of thier best gruel and hoping something interesting would walk through the front door.

And it did.... Rogues icy blue eyes lighting up under his curly balk hair, making him loosen the automatic tucked under his shoulder and watch the woman closely as she ordered and paid, then sat down to eat...

Standing Rogue rose to his full six foot and stretched, watching the other two occupants of the room do the same, and shaking his head as they approached her and split to stand one on each side.

"Hey baby...what's a looker like you doing in a dump like this?"

 

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"Hey baby...what's a looker like you doing in a dump like this?"


It was times like this that Ravyn wished she carried a gun. Guns were quick, easy, and often without a lot of mess. But guns required ammunition, something that was not all that easy to find. Ravyn hated guns, she found them useless most of the time. Altho in this particular moment, a gun would have been nice. It would have been easier to handle, to intimidate.

She did not move, but slowly, her right hand lowered beneath her still dripping cloak, coming to rest on the dagger.

"My name is not baby, and why I am here is of no concern of either of you. So, if you would be so kind to allow me to finish my dinner"

She was tired, exhausted, and not up for a fight. She wondered for a moment, if Angels ever had to fight. The Rangers had once been likened to Angels. Saviours, sent to banish the evil that seemed to spew forth after the wars, after the disease, after the death. She wondered, did Angels ever have to kill??

Of course the men would not be deterred. They grinned to each other, dirty foul grins. Myron watched from behind the bar. Often he got quite the show from that vantage point. Already he was getting a bit... excited... It was not unusal for a woman, especially a woman alone, to be challenged and raped, right in front of him. In fact, Myron quite enjoyed it.

"Well.. baby, it's been a long time since Bud and I have had a looker like you. So how about you give us a go. We promise we won't hurt you too bad" they chuckled to themselves as if that was a private joke.

Ravyn sighed. Why could she not just be left alone. She wasn't asking for trouble, she only wanted food and a place to sleep.

Her hand was resting on the dagger. She didn 't want to hurt the 2 men. Sex was not something she was against, not by a long shot, but rape, rape was a whole different story.

"Listen, just down the road, perhaps a mile, is a brothel just filled with lookers. Here, take a coin and go have yourself a grand old time and leave me alone" she turned and offered the 2 men a silver coin each.

Their eyes widened and both Bud and Joe, took the proffered money. But that did not deter them

"Well darling" Joe drawled again as Bud chuckled, the sound was almost sickening. "We will do just that, after we've had a taste of YOU"

A hand came to rest on her shoulder, and Ravyn struck. Her dagger was in her hand, and the hand that had been resting on her shoulder was easily and quickly nearly sliced off. Bud retreated, shreiking in pain... "I asked you to leave me alone" she stammered, but, Ravyn was tired, and in her haste, the hot bowl of stew had been tipped, spilling onto the floor...just as she found her feet, the stool she had been sitting on tumbling away, her boot clad foot slipping in the spilled stew. She went down, hard, on the floor, her breath knocked out of her.

Joe was on her in an instant..... Bud coming up behind him, gripping his profusely bleeding hand...

 

[BLACK BART]

Rogue watched quietly as the two began to work the woman over.

Knew from their practiced moves they had done it many times before, working together as they first stripped her of her weapons and then moved to her clothes.

Laughing and joking as they took turns slapping her and punching her with cruel, calculated fists that drove her to her knees, but kept her aware of what was happening.

"Look at them HOOTERS, Joey"

Bud exclaimed with glee as he tore off her top and manhandled a well-shaped pair of breasts.

"Bet you she likes it before we get done with her"

Joey leered back at his partner as Bud pinned her arms behind her, then brought his knee up wickedly into her sex and laughed as the Ranger cried out and tried not to lose her meal.

"I want her ass boys, if you don't mind?"

Myron had slid out from behind the bar, his enormous cock hanging out of his pants and his hand stroking it as he approached the trio.

"AFTER you're done with her, of course"

Laughing the trio took their time working Ravyn over, stripping her and binding her hands tightly behind her, then knocking her to the floor as Rogue watched them...finishing his bowl and sipping at the wicked drink in his glass....

"My turn first Bud?"

Joey asked and eagerly moved between the now pinned open woman legs, his own cock hard and ready as he kneeled over her and bit a nipple cruelly.

"And then it happened...the pain snapping the woman out of her dazed reality and giving her the strength to pull a leg free, to drive her knee into Joe's unprotected balls and send him staggering backwards with a pained scream

...straight into Rogues table...

"You owe me a drink"

Rogue growled at the curled up figure of Joe as he cupped his injured balls.

"NOW"

"Fuck that man she busted my NUTS"

The would be rapist whimpered as Rogue looked at him with a disgusted look, and Myron quietly knelt over the now quiet woman.

"BARKEEP, bring me another drink and take it from this man here"

Rogue pressed, his words stopping Myron in the act of rolling Ravyn over and "Butting" ahead of the now injured Joey, the bartender’s head swiveling on his fat neck to ask...

"NOW?"

"Now"

Rogue lifted the ancient automatic from under the table and fired, his first round tossing Bud to the ground and stopping him in the act of firing his own rustred revolver.

A second shot rang out, then a third...and as the smoke cleared Rogue rose and moved to the scarred and filthy bar, snagging the bottle of it's top and pouring himself a double finger to toss it back quickly.

"I've got dibs on their guns and coin Ranger...unless you want to argue about it?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Everything melted into a fog once she hit the floor...

Never hit the floor... Never turn your back.... Never give the enemy the edge... came all the words of wisdom from her mentor.. Jack... She missed Jack.. so much.. the feeling swept over her, in the midst of what was happening to her.

The men were smart enough to not let her gain any kind of advantage, she was backhanded, struck, punched, a kick for good measure. She felt it all, even in that haze that wanted to overwhelm her mind and take her away from what was happening..

She was about to be raped, her mind yelled at her.. RAPED... but she was bound, her hands tightly tied behind her back, leaving her vunerable, and at the moment, helpless..

"Look at them HOOTERS, Joey"

"Bet you she likes it before we get done with her"

"I want her ass boys, if you don't mind?" Was that the weasley bartender??

"AFTER you're done with her, of course" Yes, it was...

Ravyn snarled under her breath, wanting to rip the head off the weak man who would participate in a rape instead of stopping it. But then again, that was the way of most men these days...

"My turn first Bud?"

She was on her back, her legs spread obscenely wide open, panties ripped and gone, skirt hanging in tatters, her vest torn away. She hissed a "no" which came out sounding more like a moan, that made the man, Bud, laugh as he leaned over and bit down on an exposed, darkened nipple.

The pain tore thru her, Ravyn's eyes shooting wide open, a strangled scream coming from deep inside her. She looked Bud square in the face as he leered at her, and managed to gather enough strength to ram her knee upwards, and into his exposed cock and balls. His scream mirrored her own as he was driven stumbling back...

After that, things happened so quickly and her mind was still fogged from what had happened to her. Hands grabbing at her, turning her over, as if to mount her from behind, a blast of pain once more tearing thru her from her myriad of bruises from the beating the men had laid into her..

But Ravyn did hear and recognize the tell tale blast, 3 of them, of a large caliper gun...

Then it was all over. No more hands on her, no more rape. The Tavern was eerily quiet. The only sound came a moment later, boot steps, then pouring, and drinking... and a voice...

"I've got dibs on their guns and coin Ranger...unless you want to argue about it?"

She was turned and on her feet as quick as she could, backing away from the voice, trying to get her bearings. She was more interested in where her own weapons were than covering herself, and found her dagger a moment later, her fingers wrapping about the handle.

"You ..." she paused, looking over the Man who stood so non-chalantely at the bar, tossing back another shot of whiskey, at least she thought it was the same whiskey that had been given to her... She had nothing to cover herself with, her cloak was over by where He stood...

"You can have whatever they've got" she conceded. She would not steal from the dead, no matter that those dead had tried to rape her and more than likely would have killed her... "But allow me back my 2 coin that I offered them" ... that would not be stealing... only getting back what she had given, and she needed the coin... "and my cloak.. if You would"....

She paused... "who are You?"

She thought she knew, a Mercenary, a Rogue, a Killer, someone who cared only for Himself. She had to wonder why He had even bothered to help her.. maybe it was just a convenience to Him... He knew what she was, but then again, it was almost obvious for whatever reason...

She leaned to the wall for support. Her entire body hurt, and the pain only intensified the extreme exhaustion she felt. Blinking, she hoped that He, whoever He was, would not take advantage of her too. She was not even sure she could stay on her feet much longer, let alone fight Him off...

 

[BLACK BART]

"The coin on the table is yours, they owe you that for the pain they gave you and the clothes they destroyed."

Rogue replied and went through the dead mens clothes, making a pile on the bars surface and keeping the occasional eye on the position of the battered and beaten Ranger..

"Get dressed, it's going to get rather HOT in here, and if you have anything stored in the rooms I suggest you get it out of here...pronto."

Moving behind the bar he gathered the final few bottle of cheap whisket in his arms and poured it over the corpses, spilling enough so it ran from them to the doorway.

"Better move faster Ranger, this place is going up in flames."

Rogue pulled his own bag from under the tipped over table he had been using and quickly packed the guns, ammunition and coin into it, placing a stubby cigar into his mouth and lighting it from a flickering oil lamp on the bar.


Then tossing it on the floor to watch it break open and turned it a massive, creeping flame.

"Come ON Ranger, are you giving UP already?"

He taunted the woman who was now dressed in her overcoat and staggered under the diminuative weight of her bag, his hand going under her arm to half lift, half pull her out of the room that was quickly turning itself into an inferno.

"Quite a sight, don't you think?"

He commented softly and drew from the cigar, then tossed his bag into the back seat of a once sleek car.

"It should draw all the human vultures for miles around...so the way I look at it you have two choices....One, stay here and kill them all, or Two...ride with me...Now which choice will it be?"