She ran across the street, multiple pairs of footsteps pounding after her, ignoring the honks and hollers she received. Her mind was racing, almost as fast as her heart, and her body begged to stop, but she couldn't. She wouldn't.
She knew who had ratted her out, on her location, and in fact he’d kept her there until they’d shown up. She made a mental note to kick his ass, when she found time to do so.
Rounding a corner, she barely caught the letters on the street sign, but with her memory of the small city and the letters combined, she knew where she was. With her boots pounding on the pavement as she ran, her backpack bounced off her back slightly, and she internally groaned at the possibility of burns from the fabric rubbing so harshly on her fair skin.
Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and the occasional glare of street lamps caused her to go blind for a few seconds.
“Grab ‘er!” The voice boomed, and she yelped, pushing herself to run even faster. Something hit the back of her head, and she stumbled to the sidewalk, dizzy. Gaining her vision back, she back-flipped onto her feet, knowing there was only one way to go about this.
Leaping over the tallest one, she landed in front of the shortest of the men. Ducking from a swing, she grabbed his elbow, and brought it over his head. She pulled down, causing his body to lean in the same direction, and brought her knee up to his back. Jumping horizontally, her feet hooked around a mid-sized man’s neck, and as she spun in the air, he came crashing to the floor.
“Two left. You’re outnumbered.” The tallest man said, and she shrugged, now more determined than ever.
“Maybe, but I’m not going down wit’out a fight.” With that she lunged for the tallest brute, knocked him in the face, then proceeded to land on her feet. Pouncing for his leg, she grabbed it and brought it up, causing his head to slam into the concrete.
A small applause could be heard as droplets of sweat fell down her temples, and she turned to face the ringleader.
“Bravo, I have ta say, I am surprised at how well you fight, Scarlette.” He was the last one standing, and he was of medium height, medium weight.
“Well, you never care to pay attention to me, Scott.” She spat out his name like poison, and his blue eyes flared as he ran for her. His fingers latched around her throat, and he held her up in the air. Dangling, she felt her lungs compress and decompress, trying to find oxygen.
“Don’t you ever talk ta me that way! I am your father, and you respect me!” His voice cracked, and she narrowed her gray eyes, a bit of fight left in her. Though her fingers tore at her father’s, she wasn’t trying very hard to pry them off.
“Never.” Swinging her feet forward, she kicked him in the face, and landed lightly on her feet. Flipping her burgundy hair from her freckled face, she planned an attack.
Right elbow to the gut, pounce around him and knock him in the temple. Jump on his back, bringing him to the floor, then smash his head on the pavement.
Following these actions, she stood before four unconscious men, some bleeding onto the pavement.
Wailing filled her ears as she figured out what to do next. Sirens. Someone must have called the cops.
Taking his wallet from his pocket, she stole a twenty and a one hundred dollar bill, then took off before the police could arrive.
She walked into the foyer, which was painted a light orange, and thought bitterly of how completely different this place was from the small house her father owned.
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Hidden Angel
Fanfiction“It was quite weird how we became friends,” He laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hands, and though his dimples showed with his smile, his heart broke at the mention of her. She held a special place in his heart, and now...she was go...
