The Fate

Chapter 3

"I don't want to do it," saya Morgan

I look at him confused, "Do what? Are you all right?"

I look at him straight in the eye, he says nothing. He avoids making eye contact with me. Did I say something wrong to him? What should I do? Maybe I should give this guy a ride or at least take him to the police station but I can't leave him in the middle of the sidewalk all beaten up with this cold.

"Hey, everything is going to be alright okay, I'll take you to the police station." I say calming him, I try to get him to seat in the sidewalk but his body refuses to move.

"No."

He pushes me off, I slip with the snow on the road and  land in the side walk with my back facing him.

"What are you doing? You could have hurt me!" I yell at him, my back begins to throb painfully.

"I sorry about this, just taking orders," he kneels towards me, he doesn't look hurt or in any pain, the bruises in his face suddenly start to disappear out of no were and I try to get away but, he grabs my wrist abruptly before I can lift myself up.

"STOP!"I shout, "Leave me!" 

A tear rolls down my cheek, "What-stop please!"

I kick him and try to get his hand off my wrist. He grabs my other arm and tries to collect them both together with his hands. Morgan is surprisingly strong and resists my kicks without even flinching. 

What does he want? What did I ever do to him? I scream for help but no one seems to be in the street.

He has me pinned up to the floor, the ice beneath my head creates a sorrowful feeling that causes my head to ache and throb.

"Shut up and stop kicking! You are making this more complicated than what it's supposed to be," he grunted.

With one hand he grabs my wrists and I try to pull them away from his a hard as I can, But it makes no good, from his jacket he pulls a sharp butter knife.

"Let go of me!" I shout.

 Was he going to kill me? Like an animal and painfully with a knife in the middle of  street were anyone could find my dead rotten body? 

Then something inside me begins to fume, a mix of anger and power lights my blood on fire, a familiar feeling strikes and before I know it, I almost knock someone out of pain.

"Arggg!" Morgan lets go of my wrists and shrinks  in pain. I kick him between his legs and send him straight to the street. Morgan shifts at once when a car zooms past him and all most takes him with it. The knife disappears in the snow.

I take my chance and run back to the shop. I sprint as fast as my feet can take me but the snow in the pathway doesn't allow me to go as fast as I want to. Occasionally I slide unintentionally the wrong way but I never look behind my shoulder to see if he was still chasing me.

I reach the coffee shop and sight with relief, I turn the door knob unconsciously and forget that I locked it. I shiver at the cold, my hands are shaky when I reach for the shop's keys. They almost fall out of my hands but I grip them tighter. I insert them in the lock and begin to turn the knob in relief but a hand squeezes my ankle. I gasp in terror when Morgan's hand pulls me with such force that knocks me down into the snowy pavement. 

"You are a mischievous girl," says Morgan with frustration.

I try to kick him again but this time he's got me measured and he doesn't let me escape. I'm out of my breath, he is stronger than me, faster than me. I don't stand a chance...

He doesn't have his knife any more but his eyes are intimidating enough to keep me on the floor, he lets go of one of my hands and this time he presses his in my throat. My chest goes up and down with each desperate breath I give, my free hand grabs his arm and tries to shake him or unbalance him but as before he doesn't move from his position. At this rate, I would be dead in seconds.

My hand drops from his arm, giving up, my hand lands in the thin snow. The tips of my fingers brush  a stiff object, and without hesitating, I stretch my hand and reach for it. A rock was now resting in my palm. I take a swing a hit Morgan's elbow.

He responds with a howl and let's go of my neck. 

I take a bowlful of air and feel as my heart beat becomes less rushed.

Morgan joins once again with a violent kick that makes me crash with the glass doors. Suddenly it rains glass every were, I block it from my face but it hurts my palms instead. And Morgan, lifts me by my coat's collar and pants incredibly fast.

He looks dreadful, his blue ocean eyes stopped looking fascinating moments ago, know they look like tornado out of control, consuming everything in its way. A new bloody lip stains his face with red liquid reminding me of how I had been willing to help him minutes ago.

"Consider yourself de-"

Before he could finish a glass pierce's his stomach.

I slip from his arms as I fall to the ground and  I hit my head with the floor.

Everything gets blurry, black dots keep me from seeing clearly but I still can see Morgan leaving the scene and a shadow gracefully looking at me from the other side of the street.

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OMG, the  shadow... Who could it be??? I hope you enjoyed this chapter that kind of had a fight scene... 

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Love, 

Lily