Akatsuki Kittens

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

[Edited]

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to confront them.

Running as fast and far as my legs could possibly take me, I raced down the street, dodging pedestrians with speed. My eyes gazed at everything in front of me, searching for a good place to hide when a stack of old boxes in an alley caught my vision. Swiftly taking a sharp turn and using the edge of the wall of the building, I flung myself at them, bumping into a couple and re-stacking them with shaky hands, crouching low as I tried to steady my breathing.

The amount of adrenaline that had rushed through my veins was slowly starting to take its toll on me, body shaking head to toe as my lung inhaled and exhaled rather quickly. My breathing sounded so loud that I felt it would give me away.

It can't even be put into words how many times I've had to do the same thing every time I see them. It's become more of a routine now. Spot them then duck and cover.

The vibrations and rumbling of heavy footsteps against the sidewalk could be felt for miles around. A group of them, boys with ripped muscles, heavy hiking boots, leather jackets, street names, what you would expect from a gang here in Virginia, or anywhere really.

I honestly wasn't looking for a fight. An apology was in order for the way I had treated them last week during the wrestling match my school team and theirs had. They were cheating, and I had the complete right to call them out on it, but I may have been a bit too filthy with my words, thus causing for a fight to break out, and of course, they don't want my apology. They only want to get revenge, meaning beating me till their heart's content.

Sweat rolled down my temple, my gaze landing on the "leader" of this gang. Someone no one would want to mess with. Grumpy at all times, he wore a permanent frown on his face, a side beard on his facial features and angry eyes. They were standing in the entrance of the alley, crowbars and bats in hand.

I swallowed down a nervous lump forming in the back of my throat, holding my breath my breath and closing my eyes tightly as they walked, or rather stomped, closer and closer to the boxes I was hiding behind.

The leading guy gave a grunt of disapproval, snarling and throwing his crowbar onto the ground as his short temper started to roll in.

"Where'd he go?!"

"I don't know. That smart ass punk will pay for embarrassing us like that."

"I'll pound 'im into a bloody pulp when I get my 'ands on 'im."

I took in a deep breathe, trying to calm myself down before my panic levels rose to maximum.

Stay calm. Just stay quiet.

"There he is!"

My eyes snapped open as I slowly peeked out from behind the boxes and saw them staring at me. It was then I noticed that my dirty blonde hair was popping out in its messy bun from above.

Oh dear lord...

"Grab 'im!"

Once again feeling the adrenaline pulsing through my veins, I jumped up and kicked the stack of boxes with such force, it caused a few of the members to get pushed back or fall on their butts, buying me a few seconds to run with everything I had.

By this time, I wasn't even paying attention to where I went, as long as I was out of their reach, I was fine with it. But of course, nothing ever goes smoothly in one's life because my next turn into a random alley made my heart practically sink into my stomach.

A dead end.

Standing there with wide eyes, my heart pounded against my rib cage painfully, the shadow of a person appearing behind me as they almost towered over my figure. Turning around swiftly, I swung my fist around to strike the male in the jaw, knocking him off his feet and causing a small amount of pain in my knuckles as he rubbed his face where I had struck him, growling under his breath and glaring at me.