WHAT ARE WE?

Chapter 4: Two demons

Luca's p.o.v.

"I'm a little teapot, Short and stout..." I sang my merry way across the college parking lot after my weekend practice and there was a peaceful atmosphere with not even a single fucking people!!!!.

It was almost late evening and as I expected Bean was busy with his 'friend', ignoring my calls the whole day. He told me Brad invited him for dinner and I'm sure that kid would be levitating right now since I knew how much he liked Brad. I headed towards the exit of the parking, walking in a zig-zag way humming along.

"Ayy dumpster. Halt" I heard a familiar voice and all my happiness shattered, along with the little teapot.

I decided to ignore them and hoped to all holy things that he would leave me with no bruises today. God! My first ever date...I don't want Lisa to freak out. Lisa was the girl I have been texting since last week. We got matched on Tinder and decided to meet up tonight by 7.00 pm.

"If you take a step forward, we will teach you a lesson that nobody can recognise your face tomorrow," Jim said and I could practically picture his smug smirk. They caught up to me and grabbed my hoodie, causing me to step a few steps back.

"Where are you going?" Vic asked drinking his Redbull. I clenched my fists and didn't bother to look at him.

He kept repeating the question louder and it got me irritated.

"Just for a da-" I stopped mid-sentence.

If I say that I was going on a date then definitely they would do something and ruin it. Yes, Luca finally you grew some brain.

"Um..just walking to my home. What now?" I rolled my eyes. Both sensed I was hiding something and decided to provoke me.

"Oh walk? How about we join you? You free right bro?" Jim asked Vic.

"Yeah sure," Vic said and slung an arm around me and started crushing my neck.

Tsk. I swatted his hand away forcefully.

"Now tell me, where are you exactly going?" Jim threatened.

"I don't have to. I'm not your slave" I yelled and shoved Vic aside to walk away but he harshly grabbed his arm to turn me around.

"Dare you to raise your voice like that again" Vic's grip tightened around my arm and I let out a yelp. That yelp wasn't because of his grip on my arm but because of some similar figure, I saw far behind Vic.

"Oh, did you hear that?" Jim asked Vic with a fake shock."Do you like it that way?" Jim directed the question to me this time with evident smirks on both of their faces.

"Let me fucking go" I tried to free my arms from Vic's grasp "It hurts, asshole" but he did not affect the heavyweight boxer who was trying to squeeze the shit out of my arms. 

My heart rate began to rise up and I somehow wiggled out of their grasp and ran as fast as I could. I can roughly see the black figure chasing me, keeping his track slow behind Jim and Vic who were chasing me too. Goddamn, what did I do to deserve to have two demons chasing me? 

I didn't know where I was running until I reached the abandoned building, where I was tied up and beat to death once. Painful memories started to flow back all at once as I ran through the same empty streets.

"Why does your father never listens huh? We are asking to just release our men." the loud yell of some giant man rang repeatedly on the back of my brain. My father is a cop and he is straightforward. He never hesitated on encounters and took the lead on several anti-terrorist missions. Being a forthright cop, comes with its byproducts of a revenge attack by the arrested's troop or worse it could be a danger to your own family sometimes. I lived with my father in Russia in our staff quarters and I was kidnapped several times before when I was a kid, threatening my father to kill me if he didn't release their men.