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Chapter Thirteen

I woke up with a knife at my throat. A dark haired girl snarled at me. "You little....." She said something else, but I won't repeat it. 

"Juan is dead, and it's your fault." 

"W-what?" I tried to back up, but I was up against the tree. "I didn't do anything! Who even are you??" She glared daggers at me. "Larissa Oniola. AKA Your Worst Nightmare." I tried to push her away. 

"Even if I die, Martha will get you. She'll get you all." Larissa spun me around and pushed me into the dirt. "Yeah right." My nose began to bleed. "You were involved in this, and now you're going to pay." She pulled me up to my feet harshly, throwing a punch. I blocked it with my small amount of taekwondo training, but she had a rock in her hand so that it would hurt even more. I felt the bones in my arm shatter. Staggering backwards, I kicked at her. She held my leg and threw me against another tree. The pain was unbearable. I tried to run, but she grabbed my hand, pulling me back towards her. She pulled out a switchblade and I gulped. It pressed against my throat and then she spun, slashing it across my face. I dropped to the ground, my vision going red. 

Martha, when I die, beat her to pieces.

No. I wasn't going to die. Not today.

I jumped up from the dirt and whirled around, a new energy flowing through me. I kicked her in the face, knocking the knife out of her hands. I picked it up and examined it. The blade was stained with gold, not scarlet. I examined it, confused. She got up and tried to push me down again, but I spun and put her own knife to her neck. "Why is there gold on here?" Her face darkened. I stepped back for a moment, and she stabbed me in the gut. I blacked out as she dragged me away. 

I was dead.

I had to be.

~The End~