50% Human

Knives Hurt

Run!
The word kept appearing in my mind as I ran down the alley. Just RUN! My side was bleeding heavily as I stretched out my body for each step. The axe that the butcher used had made a huge gashing wound in my side.
"Get back here you mangy flea-bag."
I growled, "I do not have fleas."
Slowly the butcher in his white apron started to catch up with me. The loss of blood was finally taking its toll upon me as I watched my black-brown paws start to slow. I took a sharp right in the alley causing the butcher to fall, but I didn't dare to stop and laugh; he was already too close as it was.
My black-brown paws started to slip and slide. My head became fuzzy, as if a swarm of mosquitos was inside my head.
I took a left at the dumpster with the pizza box stamped on it. My brain reminded me that just past the dumpster was a crowded street where I could hide.
There it is! I planted my front paws into the ground swing my legs counterclockwise causing me to change directions at the dumpster. I could see the crowded street from here, and sense all the people and smells.
As soon as I reached the end of the alley a sharp pain erupted from my back. I turned around to see one of the butcher's blades sticking into my back. I howled and started to limp as fast could into the street. As my paws landed onto the street I tripped and fell into someone's path, causing them to trip. The guy stood up and brushed off his hands. I awaited to be assaulted with kicks and harsh words but instead the guy looked at me with sorrow. He knelt down and started to pick me up but it hurt so much that as soon as his hand was under me I was yelling in pain.
"It's okay girl, I'm gonna take you to my place so we can fix you up," He said with a sweet voice. He pulled out a phone and dialed someone. The person answered rather quickly. "Hey Nat, this is Cap. Could you come and help with something?" The person replied "With what Steve?" The women seemed agitated. "With my new friend. I will send you our coordinates." He put up the phone and patted my head gently before I passed out.
When I woke up, all I remembered was that knives hurt.