Shackled Escape

Chapter I-- Getting Caught

I feel something wet crash onto my face and I wipe it off and look at it. Water. Looking up to the sky, I realize how late it had gotten, Better start heading home then. I head down the street, taking all the short cuts. Before I even make it halfway, the rain comes pouring down, drenching me within minutes and causing my pants to rub against my inner thigh, almost rubbing off the skin. So I move faster, a light jog. The last block to my nook seems like the hardest, my clothes act as anchors, pulling me down as I try to walk foreward. 

All of a sudden, I hear a hear a noise that isn't part of the rain, and I stop to listen more closely.

"Please..." A voice wimpers out. I walk back a couple steps and look into the alley way I had just passed, nothing. I hear it again, "Stop..."

I now know for sure that there is a voice; it is not my imagination. I step off of the side of the road to get a closer look into the alley, then over the trash that littered the cobblestones, and deeper into the darkness.

"Is anyone there?" I whisper.

"Hush," a voice responds. I walk in further and hear nothing more. All of a sudden I hear a whimper, and then a resounding smack.

"I said shut up!" A mans voice comes around the far corner in the alley way, slightly echoing. I set my hand to my lower back, grabbing my father's knife which sits in a leather strap attached to my waist. Running to the back of the alley way, I turn the corner to see a man holding a girl against the wall, his hand to her mouth, keeping her from making any noises. "Now look what you've done, you're making a spectacle."

"Let me go." The girl manages to get out.

Slap! "I'll deal with you later." The girl falls to the ground, he then looks at me, "You! What are you doing here? You have no buisness with us."

I look down to the girl, seeing a past me, in the same position, crying silently on the floor, and I see red. "No buisness?" I ask, "You've made it my buisness." I pulled out the knife.

The man grabs his stomach and laughs, "You think you're going to hurt me with that? That little tooth pick?" He wipes at his eye as if wiping away a tear.

My vision in tunneled on him, I'm so angry, no one laughs at me and gets away with it. I chuck my knife at him--and miss. "You bastard!" I yell. He immediately stops laughing and looks at me while I charge him.

I intend to at least pummel him since I don't have my knife anymore, but before I can even raise a fist to him, he grabs my wrist and shoves me against the side of the alley, the bricks dig into my back. "What did you just call me, lad?"

"A bastard! I bloody no-good, bastard!" I spit in his face and he lookes suprised, wiping it off with his free hand.

He shakes his head and puts his face right next to mine, "Oh, you shouldn't have done that, lad." He states and grabs my shoulder, shoving it into the wall along with my wrist, "I'm gonna mess you up, no one messes with the Guard."

I stop struggling, the Guard? The King's protectors? I Look at him directly in the face, "You're a guard?" I whisper.

He smiles, looking down at me, the squints his eyes, looking closer, "Lad?" All of a sudden, he shoves his hand down, cupping my crotch, "Lad, no. But lass, I think, is the correct term." He starts laughing, "You know what I'm going to do with you right?" He asks.

I have a very bad feeling with what is going to nappen next and I struggle with all of my might. "Let go!" I scream, trying to free myself of his hold. He releases my wrist and covers my mouth with his hand. 

"You better shut up or you're going to get the worst of it." He threatens. I feel my eyes widen as I struggle more helplessly.

I can't help but think of my brazenness, I wouldn't be in this situation if I wasn't so rash. I realize that my hand is free and  give him a good one across the face, my nails drawing blood.