rogue ⇒ l.h

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i backed away from a dozen of men surrounding the backdoor.

"what do you want?" i gulped. i felt my back hit the brick wall. i sunk myself into it, hoping i would pass through it but it wasn't possible.

just then, the leader walked in through the backdoor just as i had a few moments ago.

"acting all innocent now, aren't you?" he snarled,"little girl."

"don't call me that!" i yelled and he kicked my stomach. i doubled over in pain, clutching my abdomen.

"give it to me now!" he screamed.

i spit onto his face.

he lifted his hand and slapped my face hard. i didn't feel a thing. but he did.

he withdrew his hand and grasped it in agony, a loud cry escaping his lips. in my mind, i could feel him slipping away, my power draining his energy, his memories.  

i used this distraction to savor his pain as i placed my palm to his cheek.

i kneeled down as he slumped onto the ground in sweat. "do not let me see your face after this. tell your men not to come after me again. tell them to drop their weapons and let me go. swear it." i seethed.

the men surrounding me were staring helplessly. they couldn't do anything as long as the leader didn't tell them so.

grimacing, he cried,"i-i swear!"

i pressed my palm harder against his cheek.

he screamed more,"i swear on myself! heard that guys? back off, let the girl pass!"

immediately, i let go of him and glared at the men who all dropped their weapons reluctantly. i walked past them cautiously, and was almost out of the area when i heard him say "get her, and make sure she's alive. she's a monster and deserves torture."

i turned around and yelled in anger "you swore on your life!"

he grinned menacingly, "a swear has no meaning when you don't believe it."

there was no way out now. too many men. they wanted to bring me alive but i knew death was a better option.

i fought my way out, taking my last glove off and punching my fists at anyone who was a threat. they all fell in pain after one hit each. but there were too many, all swarming around me. no matter how well i kept this up, they'll capture me.

all of a sudden, i heard someone shriek an ear-piercing scream and turned around. there was a man frozen to the ground. literally, he was covered in white ice.

i was stunned. i didn't know what happened. my momentary shock was taken advantage on, and a man swung his knife at me. i barely managed to dodge it and it scraped my arm, the force sending me tumbling to the ground.

i got up in an instant, ready to fight my pursuers but realized that a stranger had entered the scene. he was blonde, with a styled quiff and long legs. to my utmost terror, he was the one i'd danced with earlier. to my horrible realization, i realized i knew him too.

he ran across to me, and put out his hands in front of him. magically, an ice barricade began forming between us and the men.

when he was done, he looked at me. "this won't hold them off too long, we better get going."

he handed me my gloves and i put them on as fast as i could. i decided going with him would be better than the crazy mobsters although none of the options were good.

so he took my hand and tore me away from the streets.