innocent fugitive (r)

Though he had been in a deep sleep, the sound of Arabella being slammed into the counter in the neighboring room made him stir, more noise from the kitchen drew him to jump awake thinking himself back in the war briefly and that the sounds were those of gunfire and bombs though saw the television still on and realized he was in the present and not the past; a relief in itself, he looked to where Arabella had been to not find her there and came to his feet.

Turning around, he caught sight of the girl that had attacked Arabella's brother grasping her throat and choking her. The Master of Electricity wasn't having any of that and intended to not allow someone else under his protection die like his friend had. He picked up a fire poker on his way to the kitchen, not wanting to risk using his power in fear it would kill Arabella simultaneously. Instead, he came up behind Lakai and swung the fire poker toward the bend of her knees. If it made contact, there was no doubt in Chris' mind that it would put her in a more vulnerable position.

Chris stared into the wolf's eyes ready to eliminate her if she so much as moved an inch toward himself or Arabella but instead she ran off and rather than chase her, as he would have liked to do, he focused on more pressing matters. The blonde was on the floor not moving and it gave Chris reason to worry. He dissipated the energy as the lights returned to normal and he ran over to her. The young man knelt to his knees next to her and rolled her onto her back, looking at her.

"Shit," he said aloud as he leaned his cheek down toward her face and couldn't feel air indicating that she wasn't breathing. He looked at her a moment then went into action, depending on muscle memory and not wanting to waste time. He wasn't intent on allowing someone else in his charge to die. He tilted her head back and immediately began performing CPR. He didn't know how long he'd have to do it, or if it would matter, but he knew that calling 911 and having to explain what happened would put a microscope on them that they didn't need. As he performed chest compressions, he looked down at her.

"I swear to God, you'd better not die on me, Arabella," his words were desperate and he leaned down to breathe for her holding on to hope she would be okay. "Breathe..."

"Oh, come on, what the hell," he exclaimed as he continued CPR, though it was obvious to him that it was to no avail. She looked dead. He'd seen death before and didn't like feeling that it had come for Arabella. He stopped compressions and sat back for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek having no clue how to handle the situation.

The only other option he could fathom was calling an ambulance, though he wasn't sure they could do anything for her if his CPR had done nothing, but then it dawned on him that he was a human defibrillator. If she wasn't breathing, it was logical to think that her heart had stopped and if he could get it going again, then maybe she'd come to. Chris moved back over to her and felt around her neck finding it not broken, which was a relief as no amount of CPR or defibrillation would fix that.

He looked at her lifeless face and put his hands together, closing his eyes drawing voltage into his palms causing yet more interference with the electrical devices in the apartment though he ignored it. He then pressed his palms to Arabella's chest sending a jolt of electricity equivalent to that of a hospital defibrillator into her knowing if it didn't work, then he'd have no choice but to chalk up yet another death to his repertoire. "Come on! You're too pretty to die like this, girl! FIGHT!"