Second Chances {Completed}

Hooded figures

. . . Saw. . . A hooded figure, speed walking. He couldn't tell whether this person was a male or female. But this person had caught his interest. The hooded person then stopped in his/her tracks. There was a distance between them, not to long and not too far. He then noticed four men walking down the path she was going. He didn't see anything wrong with that but then she began to run from them. "Hey little girl! Come here! We'll have a fun time! Want a beer bottle?" One of the drunk men said. But the hooded figure kept on running. They began running after her and laughing like lunatics. He knew he had to do something or else this "girl" could get hurt. The girl with the hood ran towards an alley, not thinking properly. She was too caught up in her fear. The second she ran into the alley, she realized that it was a dead end. The men were already really close. She began to hyperventilate. She usually doesn't have any emotion but this was too scary. Tears began to blur her vision. Then she noticed the four men turn and walk down the alley, towards her. Her eyes widened in fear and her pupils shrunk. She knew this was the end. One of the men threw a beer bottle at her but barely missed, it shattered against the wall and the shards of glass fell onto the floor. She shrieked and knelt down on the floor and covered her head. Then one of the men came up close and violently grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her up. She covered her face with her free hand and the man laughed. He hit her head with a beer bottle but it didn't break but it still hurt her a lot. She began to cry, and then with that one free hand she had, she took the chance and grabbed the beer bottle from his grasp and hit it against his head. It broke and his grip loosened as he fell onto the ground. Now she had two hands but she was trembling. She raised up her fists and tried to intimidate them but the remaining three men laughed, not caring whether their friend was dead or alive. One of them then dropped their bottle and ran towards her and was about to swing a punch at her and she prepared for impact. But it never came. . . Instead there was a kid with a white hood in front of her. She opened one eye and then opened the other. Then the boy feel to his knees after she heard some glass break again. She removed the hood and sat beside him his face was covered in shards of glass and he had several cuts on his face. She stared in horror. "Adrien. . .?" She whispered, shocked and scared.