A Little Mouse

Chapter 2

She never would have expected in her exhausted state to find herself suddenly wrenched off balance, stumbling to try and keep herself upright. The hand held tightly to her wrist as she felt herself being ripped along through the shadow of the alley. She winced as it felt like her shoulder was being ripped from her socket as she struggled to not fall to her knees and be dragged. She couldn't even dig her heels into the ground till the body in front of her stopped. She gasped as pain shot through her as she was thrown against a wall. She gasped and coughed as the force of hitting the wall knocked the wind out of her. Her body started to crumple before that same hand that had ripped her into the alley grabbed the front of her shirt hoisting her up and keeping her on her feet. She had to struggle to blink away the black dots that threatened to take over her vision as her headache.

"I don't know why the fuck he wants you," came a deep growl. The tone sounded threatening as she picked her head up and froze as her eyes met the sharp blue eyes looking down at her. They were threatening, it felt like ice had pierced her. A shiver ran up her spin as she realized she was in trouble. Whoever this man was he was dangerous. His eyes screamed that he was ready to rip her throat out the first chance he could. She didn't have any idea why his words meant, someone wanted her? For what? And who? Those questions rushed through her mind but she couldn't ponder them at this moment. Get away! That's what she needed to do at that moment. Finding her feet under herself once again she let the adrenaline take over and her training take over. Her hand reached up one taking his wrist in a tight grip and with as much force as she mustered she bent his hand back heading the sound of some of her shirt ripping as he had refused to let go. She watched pain shoot across his face as he stepped and away gripping his hand from her grip. She watched the corner of his lips twitch softly as if he enjoyed the little attempt to fight him off. In the rush of panic she barely had time to take in the sight of the man. Dark unkempt hair, scars covered nearly half his face with what looked like stables or some sort of piercing liked the good and burned skin.

"Hmm bitch has some fight," he hissed as he watched her quickly trying to inch away from him.

"Who are you?" She asked her eyes watching him closely as she felt her tight body take a defensive stance as she glared at the man who didn't seem bothered at all by the woman ready to try and fight him off. He struck her as a cocky bastard who would quickly look down at her or anyone he felt was beneath him. She was still ready to fight but the man seemed relaxed and unfazed as if he didn't even see her as a threat. In some ways it irritated her, she hated men who looked down at her. But she tried to keep her head calm and clear. Surely he was stronger than her if this came down to a battle of hand to hand combat and she also didn't have an idea what the man's quirk was. She needs to try and think of a way out of this situation, but how? He was blocking the only exit to the alley and it was clear that he was not going to let her just walk past him and leave.

"Come with me and all your questions will be answered," was the simple reply he gave her as he stood back watching her. He didn't appear to be incredibly tall, surely he wasn't even a head taller than her 164cm form. But still although he looked calm his bright blue eyes held a shimmer of something that just screamed. Try anything and I'll kill you. A shiver ran up her back at the thought of what he may be willing to do to make sure she did not leave this alley.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," she hissed watching him closely as he simply shrugged his shoulders and the corner of his lips tugged up as if he was looking forward to being able to get rough with her now that she refused to just go with him.

"Alright then don't blame me if you get hurt little mouse," he said as his right hand reached out and she watched blue flames lap up from the palms of his hand. Oh fuck, was the first thing that crossed her as her eyes grew wide. This was a quirk she was not well suited to fight against. She probably could have had at least a slim chance if she was fighting him hand to hand but now she knew she couldn't take him on in a close combat fight.