The End is Never Final

Lieutenant Commander Hitchcock has always considered herself to be a reasonable woman. She isn’t the type to shriek or cling and this behaviour would have seemed alien to her. She gave her life the same dedication that she gave her job: reliable, determined and uncompromising. Her femininity is something that has often been overlooked; she is beautiful and the attention that came when men finally noticed is something that she both loved and loathed. If she is honest, the attention that Krieg showered upon her, for her breasts and her femaleness, is the real reason why she married him. No, for Katie Hitchcock , femininity was not nearly as important as say, being accepted as capable and level-headed. She could handle her own, or at least that was what she has always thought.

Currently, our beautiful Lieutenant Commander is in some serious trouble. A cold gun is pointed harshly at her pretty face and her lip is already bloodied from where one of the men had hit her. He now stares down on her, a handsome man if his thin mouth wasn’t twisted with hatred. Disgust furrows his brows and spite brightens his dark eyes.

“Such a shame to mess such a pretty face,” Instead of the punch she readies herself for; his mouth crashes down on hers. The weight crushing, hurting, she tries to cry into his mouth only to find his tongue pushing his way into her. His hand crawling up her right leg, she pushes him away with all the strength her dignity can muster.

And, once free, slaps him hard across his face.

“Oh, a feisty little bitch.” He slaps her back, hard enough to send her head rocking, “ That’s okay, I like ‘em feisty.”

Suddenly, he is pulled away. The mouth that he been poised above hers is gone and she has a moment to breathe a sigh of relief. Her attacker, his collar twisted in her ex-husband’s angry fist, his face in the midst of becoming as colourful as a Canadian sunset. Seizing the opportunity, she reaches out grabbing the gun that he left near his feet.

“Punch him one for me Ben,” She pushes the gun into the waistband of her uniform. “He thought I was too much of a little girl to even properly arm himself.”

Ben Krieg drops the man with an audible “thud.” He crumbles, heavily, at the Lieutenant’s feet, “Katie, they were all for you.”

For a moment, she loves this man again; smiling up at him with a warmth that he hasn’t seen from her since their wedding and when she reaches for his hand, he takes it. “Let’s get out of here.”