The Lily Underground

6. Helpless

AN: There is violence in this chapter.

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I knew this was bad. The guys were about 2 meters(6.5 feet) away now, and they were muscular plus the look on their faces told me that they had motives which you wouldn't define as 'nice', they had this weird smirk on their face and I knew, that in a matter of moments I would have to 'deal' with them.

I quickly grab Jane's arm there was no way she could stand up by herself, I therefore make her sit on the ground against a building wall, I place her behind me so that the men would only be able to hurt her if they could get past me.

Shit I thought when realizing I still had those damn heels on, but there was no time to take them off before one the men had tried to grab arm.

"So what are two pretty little girls doing out here?" the one with a scar on his face said, his voice was raspy, and I managed to dodge his attempt on grabbing my arm. The guy beside him who I guess was his friend was eyeing me up and down, making me want to end them.

"Pis off" I said sternly. I really wanted to make a threat so that they would know who they were up against but doing that would only escalate the whole situation, so I bit my tongue.

"Now now sweetie we just want to have some fun" - said the guy who earlier had reached for my arm, this time it was his friend's turn and he attempted to grab my hand, but what I did, was I took his hand and then got a good hold on his arm and twisted it around his back this made him grunt in pain. "I said fuck off" - this time I didn't need to make a threat the tone of my voice was enough.

Sadly these idiots weren't backing off. "You bitch" the guy said after I had let go his arm. He nodded towards his friend giving him a sign it looked like.
This time they both tried to get a hold of me, but not letting that happen with full force I used my elbow and hit one of them in the face, this made his nose bleed. Now it was time for the guy with the scar, and he was more angry than before, but then he drew something metallic out from his pocket - a knife.

I'm not scared of knives and in a fight I can manage to deal with them. It's of course not used when underground fighting that's against the rules - duh - but in a field where a lot of people don't care about rules one has to train and be able to defend themselves in situations where other 'things' than just bare knuckles could be involved.

Trying to position my feed I was again sadly made aware of the hells. The guy then swung the knife in his hand I quickly took a few steps backwards. Damn it there is now way I can fight these guys in heels, at least not while he has a knife.
The only thing I could do right now was simply being in defense and how long  would I be able to that?. - I wish, I had just worn heels with no straps, then I could just have flung them off, I thought giving myself a mental note.

The guy realized he hadn't been able to make contact with my skin, he then again tries to swing the knife, this time he manages to cut my forarm it stung - but nothing too bad.  His friend join him in the act and you guessed it, he also has a knife - fuck my life.

I quickly scan the street for any possible way to get out or to get anyones attention but there is no one - I realize now, I can't make it out alive if I have to deal with these guys alone and neither will I be able to defend Jane - Im good at fighting but I am only a human.

This time his friend is the one swinging the knife aimed at my stomach, again I'm not able to move fast enough in my heels to be able to try and disarm him, which I would've tried  normally so while I step back trying not to get my stomach cut open, I trip and land on cold hard asphalt.

And before I can stand up, the guy with the scar pulls my hair forcing me to look at his face and with a grin he says "now we can have our fun". He then takes the knife in his hand and places it on my cheek then slowly he pricks whole in my skin making it sting, and I could feel the warm blood slowing dripping.

I knew these guys had knives but I never imagined that the fun they were talking about was to end me, I thought they would do other "things"  but killing me and Jane wasn't one of them, but now it did seem so.

The guy who was still pulling my hair then said something that send chills down my spine "we will first have a shit tone of 'fun' with you, making beautiful carvings on your skin and then, well then we'll have your friend to take care of".

I remember the last time I cried, it was when Luca died, it's been three years but today I find myself crying. A tear escapes from my eye, I can't protect myself nor Jane.
I was crying, I had fought for so long trying to make sure that shit like this wouldn't be the cause of my death. Fighting so hard to make sure that I would always be able to protect myself whether that was in the ring or outside.

Sitting on the asphalt with knives pointed at me, I am helpless - I am useless.

The man who holds on to my hair suddenly lets go of it, but without notice his knife pierces my skin right under my colorbone. The blade felt like ice. After that everything is a blur I feel the pain, but I also see him as he pulls out the knife, sending a new wave of pain. I see him doing this but I don't register it my body is suddenly not my own - and black dots are starting to appear.

Then I hear someone shout "hey what the hell are bastards doing!", and everything turns pitch black.