A rough, calloused hand clamped over my mouth and yanked me into the dark alley. The putrid scent of rotted garbage filled my nose, and I gagged into my captor's hand. He shoved me against the cold brick wall, and my hair caught in the jagged mortar as I struggled to turn my head away. In the dim, flickering light, I could barely make out his spike brown hair, slick with gel. He pressed against me, running his tongue over my earlobe and down my neck. A shiver raced over my skin, and my breath trapped in my chest. His other hand slipped over my waist and squeezed my butt. I whimpered, tears pooling in my eyes, and I tried pushing him off me, but he wouldn't budge. He only pressed harder against me, his hard body trapping me against the brick. He kissed my neck, and his teeth pressed painfully into my skin. I squeezed my eyes shut and balled my hands into fists, fire burning through the muscles in my shoulders. I grit my teeth and pounded my fists against his back as hard as I could, tears flying from my eyes. He jerked away, and his eyes glowed gold. I swallowed and stared at him. Maybe for just a second, but it felt like minutes. Suddenly, I was free of his weight. I limped down the wall, dragging my fingers over the rough brick.
Two guys raced past me and lunged at him while I backed up. My back came in contact with another solid body and I gulped nervously. I turned around slowly and looked at the man towering over me. I stumbled back, my breath hitched in my throat. Hadn't I been through enough?
His hair was blond and pushed back and held high. I could tell it wasn't natural as his roots were much darker. I continued to back up, stumbling over my own feet, until my back touched the cold, wet brick. I looked to my side and saw the two men shouting at the man. He looked weak and scared, such a contrast to what I had seen before.
The man with curly brown hair had gripped him by his jacket and shook him. "We told you to stay out of our territory! If we catch you here again, we will end you!" He threw him to the ground and they both walked over to me.
Blondie placed his arms on the wall, preventing me from escaping.
"Niall, how much did she see?" asked one of the two. His voice held a thick foreign accent, but I couldn't tell where it was from. He had dark eyes and a buzz cut and if I hadn't been so scared, I might have been attracted to him. He held a certain dominating presence.
"All of it. What should we do with her?" Blondie replied. I assumed he was Niall. He had a different accent from the others. He dropped his hand to my shoulder and gripped my arms tightly.
"Let's take her with us," said the third guy, the one with the curly hair. He stepped forward and I could see his bright green eyes in the dim light. "We'll decide what to do with her after we talk to Louis." His voice was pure heaven: deep, low and smooth, similar to the guy with the buzz cut.
"Alright. Come on sweet. Let's go." Niall ordered harshly. His grip tightened on my arm as he yanked me off the wall. I tried to rip my arm out of his grasp, but he pulled me to face him. His face was a couple inches away from mine. "Look we can do this the easy way, or the hard way." His voice was in a low growl and it sent shivers up my spine.
Why wasn't I screaming? I could if I wanted to, but my I just couldn't find my voice. I pushed myself away from him and walked alongside them. I bit my lip so hard, trying to hold back tears, that I could taste the metallic flavor of my blood. As soon as Niall dropped his hand, I bolted backwards. I hadn't realized Curly was behind me and he stopped me by wrapping his arm around my waist while I struggled to get out of his strong grasp.
"I guess it's gonna be the hard way," I heard him murmur. He covered my mouth with a white cloth and I realized what he was trying to do. I held my breath for as long as I could and started to get woozy, so I gasped for air. I tried prying his hand away from my mouth, but the effects of whatever was on that cloth took place and I started to get weak. Blackness clouded my the corners of my vision and I started to feel numb, and then all I could see was darkness.
Hey guys! Sorry, I know it's short, but it's sort of like the prologue. I'll try to post the next chapter soon and it will be longer, but I hope you liked it and please don't forget to vote if you did like it! Thanks!
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Title: Superman Stole My Panties
Author: Kissmyoops3
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Senior year couldn't be better. Avery Nelson's finally dumped her brain-dead boyfriend, she's taking all easy classes, and she finally has a job working at the local McDonald's. He life couldn't get any better. But when McDonald's gets robbed my a psycho with a gun to the back of her head, Avery can feel everything falling apart. A mysterious masked man dressed in all black appears out of no where, saving not only her life, but the rest of the restaurant's as well. And thus begins the meeting between Avery and the masked man. He hasn't claimed a name for himself, yet the media has been all over him. Unofficially known as The Man With The Green Slash, he has taken a liking to Avery. His arrogant attitude matched with the mystery of him leaves Avery curious for more. And soon she finds herself struggling to figure out who the Green Slash really is under the mask.
Categories: Fantasy
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