Cage of White lies*MAGCON FANFIC/ Matt Espinosa*

*Chapter Five* It's over

-UNEDITED-

*Avielle's POV*

I didn't feel anything, i didn't even remember i was hit by something. It was quick as the speed of light. Does this mean i got hit so hard that i died? I saw total absence of light everywhere my eyes followed a movement, that must be a sign of death.

I couldn't move my body, like i was paralyzed, i only heard faint voices that spoke so quickly i couldn't understand, as if it was a foreign language, very familiar voices.

I caught words like stupid...dead...blood. I panicked, me and blood weren't on good terms, and we will never be. Was i bleeding? What the hell did they do to me?

After a while of struggling to open my glued eyes, the voices stopped talking and footsteps came near me, and someone's breath hitting me on the face.

"Uh-uh, she's definitely dead." i felt a finger poking my cheek.

"because that's totally reassuring, you didn't have to hit her head like a baseball player going for a home run, you idiot!"

"Just shut up man, god this woman hits like Captain America, i don't think i can walk anymore, my precious balls" another person muttered, groaning in his words.

"Dude you're barely two peas and a straw, there's nothing precious." a voice sounded like Matt retorted.

"That's not what the girls says Matt." even with his pain, he sounds sarcastic as ever, and cocky too.

"Oh yeah, maybe that's why you get the least of them between us" I would've said burn but with my state right now, I've got bigger problems to deal with.

"Touché."

"Guys, you know there's actually a nearly dead person here that we need to take care of?" a second person pointed out and soon they started arguing with a couple of unidentifiable curses that i have never heard in my entire life.

The shouts didn't help the huge headache in my head, i groaned trying to block the yelling which didn't succeed. Damn you baseball bat.

Finally, i managed to open my eyes slowly, blinking at the sudden bright light coming from the lamppost above me. I looked around, examining the long dark, menacing alleyway. It was a gap between two derelict buildings, the Graffiti covered the walls, almost every symbol shared a story on its own. I shivered, from the cold, and from the actions that had possibly occurred in this alley. Squinting my eyes I caught a glimpse of two tall dark hoodies arguing with each other and someone on the ground next to me crossing his legs and holding his jewels. Even with the lampposts in the alley, it didn't help the darkness that swallowed the whole place. No wonder it's where everything bad happens.

Strange. I don't remember coming in here. I tried sitting up on my elbows but the headache brought me down on the ground again.

Last thing i remember is walking home, when someone grabbed me to some-

I widened my eyes ignoring the harsh light stabbing my eye. Oh shit. The gang is here and they have finished their deadly plan.

No idea on how the hell I did it, but I jumped 5 feet off the ground, using flash's speed, I sprinted towards the street away from those Devils.

The guy who was pressing his jewels, preferably Taylor noticed the sudden disappearance of my nearly dead body and said,

"Guys, I think someone kidnapped the person who we are supposed to kidnap"

I should've poked him in the eye.

They stopped their argument and soon realized I disappeared.