Running to see what all the commotion was about. I turned a sharp corner, ducking behind a broken piece of large concrete. Hearing the groans of the man that was just running, now lay on the ground being kicked by the group of men. He lay there groa...
The truck that the big bimbo had placed me in was now rumbling down the road. The only road in the slum that could fit any type of vehicle but the lone bumpy road was filled with people almost every time someone passed down it. Vehicles weren't very common to see in the slum. No one had them, no one needed them. If we went outside the walls it was to hunt or to rescue more of the young children thrown out by copious. Copious, I've never seen it and I didn't want to. It's filled with rich people who would never understand the struggle of living in the slum. If you weren't born in the slum you were brought in after being abandoned for the sole reason of not being good enough, well good enough for them.
Cutting my thoughts, hushed voices spoke, ''we have to leave tomorrow, we can't stay any longer.'' Feeling slight movement my head whipped to the side. The bag still being on my head stopped me from seeing who or what had caused the movement. ''Would you calm down.'' He spoke, sounding agitated. I became very still, ''I wouldn't have to if i wasn't being kidnapped now would I?''
''And why are you here anyway, huh? Back for another ass whooping'' I smirked under the hood still covering my face.
Hearing the clicking of a gun and then the cold metal pressed against the side of my belly. I shot up stopping my movements. ''What did you do last time, huh?'' He said pushing the pistol more into my belly. ''If I remember correctly I whooped your ass." Laughing I spoke ''You're delusional." Feeling the bag being removed off my head and the metal being pressed against the bottom of my chin. I see dark brown eyes looking into mine, ''what did you say'' he silently threatened pushing the pistol making my head tilt up. Biting my tongue, I swallowed my words becoming silent. He was so close I felt the cool air of his breath hit my face.
He smirked, raising a brow ''You sure you don't want to finish what you were saying.'' Squinting my eyes I looked directly at him, not speaking. Scratching at the ropes around my small wrist. He hummed ''Hmm much better don't you think.'' Removing the pistol from my chin he laughed. Releasing the magazine he tilted it towards me. Looking down I released a loud breath, empty. It was not filled with tiny little bullets but with air. Taking a deep breath, I looked away from him hearing the van come to a stop. The bag being placed on my head I released yet another breath. ''Is this really necessary.'' I asked while being pulled out of the van. ''very'' he said plainly. ''Wouldn't want you seeing how I get out of this hellhole."
''So why bring me here'' I questioned moving my feet along with his. ''To ask you-'' He stopped at the sound of gunshots. Pushing me, harder than necessary against a wall. Knocking the blinding bag off my head. Turning at the sound of returning gunshots, I see multiple men of both sides of this loud, small battle being shot at. Sliding my body over to a broken piece of metal. I start to cut out the irritating rope the was imprisoning my hands. Accidentally cutting the sides of my wrist. I hissed bring my hand to my chest, instantly covering the gash on my wrist.
Getting up to flee the scene, a huge man stood in my way his eyes looking primal, animalistic. While holding a long, thick knife inching closer to me. He launched at me, picking up a small broken pipe. Swinging the pipe I missed with only weapon I had he swung the terrifying weapon aiming for my neck, rushing to push myself away from the murderous attempt to cut me. The knife scratched a piece of my stomach causing me to close my eyes in pain, letting out a small scream, sucking in a deep breath. Hearing bullets hit almost everything around me I feel scratchy thick hands rap around my throat causing me to, drop the small rusting pipe. Reaching up to try to release my throat for the smallest breath of air. Raising my body into the air, he slammed my back against the tall concrete building. Making me release the only air left inside of my body.
Clawing, scratching at his hands trying to release my throat. My eyes teary looking for anyway out of his hold. Looking around, seeing Ezra tackle the large man he was in a battle with fighting for their lives. The man squeezing my throat released a small growl, snarling like an animal about to catch it's prey. Feeling my hands becoming weak, my legs raise up kicking the large man in his thigh feeling a bone being pushed back out of its place causing him to let one of his hands release my neck in the slightest. Taking a deep breath, feeling my lungs rise with air I take my hands reaching for his eyes. Pushing my thumbs into his eyes, blood starts to release from his dark black eyes spraying into my face. Falling to the ground due to his release he reached for his eyes holding trying to subdue the pain I had caused.
My hands reach for my throat rubbing and feeling the extra heat that came from his hands being rapped around my throat, gasping for the new found air like it was a new found drug. Standing I grabbed the large piece of concrete laying on the ground, that was sprayed with blood from the blood shed in front of me. Swinging it towards the man, hitting his head he fell. Looking down at the man that I thought would have took my life. He didn't look as big lying on his back with me glaring down at him, I now have the dominance over the man that literally held my life in his hands minutes ago. In a fast second his hand came around my ankle, flipping me on my back. Falling down hitting my head on the same piece of concrete I use to do damage to the intimidating man I see black spots dotting my vision going in and out.
With the black dots fading I start to feel blood trickle down my neck, the man drag my leg towards his body. He stood faster than I can recall, blooding dripping from the gash on the side of his head from my attempt of killing the beast of a man. Looking around for anything to release his hold on my body, the hot sun showed me the glistening of a pistol laying on the blood stained concrete. Lying inches away was life or death, feeling the mans hold tighten around my leg. I reached forward trying to grab anything to pull me closer to the weapon. Kicking my legs out of the mans hold. My fingers grazed the pistol, grabbing it I turned and release four bullets into the man causing him to fall face first next to me.
Finally having the chance to relax, I lay down still clutching the gun my nerves just now relaxing since the attack started, I turned my head to look at the life I had taken. His eyes blank and just open staring into me but not at me. Standing, pushing my hands above the floor to balance myself I felt an arm graze mine, I raised the gun to the tall brown eyed man. Holding his arms out like a hostage, I release a deep breath. Releasing that breath I feel a cold hard piece of metal hit my head, knocking me into a deep sleep that I would want to stay in until the damaged earth swallowed me whole.
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(Author down below)
Hello my fellow readers, um so I got to 21 reads. LOL I know that doesn't feel like a lot to most of y'all but I didn't think anyone would read my book but that being said I hope y'all liked it. OH and keep commenting I love seeing what y'all have to say. Yall be cracking me up.
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