Paper Birds

Chapter Nine ; Back Again

Big D was fast. Louis and I had ducked out of the public, down a dark road with only one street light that led to a dead end. The pavement was rougher and patchier than it normally was, making it even harder to get away from him. Louis was gripping my hand, but I was still about a foot or two behind him. I glanced back over my shoulder to see how close our assassin was.

Bad idea.

He was right behind me. I cried out when he grabbed my wrist, my right wrist, my bad wrist, and yanked it back. I swear the bone was knocked out of place, especially when he collided into me. His massiveness made me stumble back and fall on the concrete. I shielded myself as Big D loomed over me, threatening to pick me up and throw me three or four miles, when Louis barrel-kicked him like a karate star. Pow, pow, pow! Big D took three more blows to the jaw. I was horrified. Louis looked blood-thirsty; his eyes were red and his expression was pure anger. Big D soon got up and smiled a terrible smile, a drop of blood creeping its way out of his mouth. I whimpered as he grabbed the back of Louis' shirt, pulling it over his head and punched him in the ribs repeatedly. I had to do something, anything. Climbing on Big D's back, which was like a freaking mountain, I grabbed a tuft of his hair and yanked it back, ripping some of it out in the process. I was about to say 'ew' or something like that when he let go of Louis, whipped around, grabbed me and rammed me into the side of one of the buildings. My breath was knocked away from me, but I didn't even have time to register that in my brain because almost instantly afterwards I saw Louis on the ground, coughing. Hot tears of anger burst out as I found the strength to shove Big D away from me. I threw a punch, but he caught it and threw down my arm. He reached out as if to grab me but I caught his finger and twisted it backwards. It wasn't much, but it at least it irritated him. Again I was shoved against the bricks, grimacing in pain as his hips grind my stomach. 

"Aren't you the feisty one," he whispered, leaning in closer to my face. I winced and held my breath, trying to turn away when he gripped my jaw and forced me towards him. 

I exhaled loudly when I found him knocked to the floor. Blood trickled from the side of his head, making me want to puke. My hands shot up to my mouth to muffle my scream. Louis was standing right beside him, brick in his grasp. He seemed just as shocked as I was, staring at Big D's limp body on the ground. I knew he was only knocked out, but it scared me still. 

"Louis-"

Louis collided into me, his hands getting tangled in the knots of my hair. I could hear his cries into my shoulder, which made me cry harder and grip him tighter. Police sirens started to grow louder, getting closer with every moment. 

"We need to get out of here," he murmured, his hands returning to my shoulders. I nodded but couldn't help myself but cry a little more. His face was bloodied up and swollen, rivulets of tears stained on his cheeks. We ran to the end of the drive and up on top of the hill that followed it, disappearing into the bushes that lined the part of the city. I stifled a whimper when I heard a yell echo, figuring that Big D had woken up. Eventually we got exhausted and collapsed onto the grass, so incredibly soft comparing to the rough pavement. 

"Louis, your chest.." There was blood sprouted just underneath his torn-apart shirt, right in his ribcage. 

His blue-green eyes blinked a couple of times before returning back to me. "It's fine. We'll worry about that later."

I took a deep, shaky breath and nodded. I could hear Louis huff beside me. "I wish I would've killed him."

I didn't respond.

He turned to me, anger dancing around in his eyes and took a firm hold of my hand. "What did he do to you?"

"Nothing. I'm fine. Just a couple bruises on my back."