Story of a Street Fighter

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The men dragged me from my room. "Where are you taking me?" I hissed, struggling.

"You need to be taught a lesson. Nearly ratted us out a moment ago," growled one of them.

That couldn't be good. I struggled more, causing them to hold me tighter. The one near my head punched my healing wound. I gritted my teeth, determined not to show weakness despite the instant daze.

A door being flung open rang through my ears just before I was thrown to the ground. "Restrain her," ordered one.

"Fun," added the other, grabbing me and dragging me into a chair. He tied my wrists to the back of the chair. Just as he was beginning to tie my ankles to the chair legs, I kicked at his face.

The man fell backwards and held his nose. "Bitch! Ghost, get her!"

The other man, apparently nicknamed Ghost, punched me in the eye and knocked over the chair. I winced after hitting the ground, but struggled nonetheless.

"What is going on in here?!" demandingly boomed someone with an overly powerful tone. The men stopped and turned to him.

"Sir, this girl was about to give up our location," said the un-nicknamed man.

"Oh? And who is this girl?"

"The new fighter Irish brought in," Ghost told him.

"Ah, yes. That girl. I was supposed to meet with her in the morning. Bring her here."

The men nodded and sat me upright. I continued to struggle in my restraints in fear of what the man would do. Wait, I was supposed to meet him? He must be the leader here, which would also explain the fear he caused me.

The leader smiled at me and caressed my cheek, moving up to my eye. I bit my lip to hold in a wince. "Ah, does the hurt, my dear?"

His tone had practically taunted me, even dared me to give him a snarky retort. But I stayed quiet, refusing him that pleasure.

He pulled his hand away, one of the corners of his lips turning up into a slight smirk. That was when I noticed a small shine of red on his finger. Great, there's blood around my eye.

His smirk fell into a look of pity. "Untie her." The two men looked at their leader in confusion, then nodded and obeyed the command. I rubbed my wrists as soon as I was able to.

When I looked up, I finally took in the appearance of all three men. The two that took me seemed to be related, most likely brothers. Ghost's hair was silver, obviously died that color, and his eyes were blue. The other man looked much similar, but with light hair. They had the same eyes and hardened expression.

The leader was much more intimidating though. His dark hair. Dark eyes that stared through me. Pale skin that was perfect for his black suit.

The leader offered me his hand, which I simply slapped away. He chuckled and took a step back for me to stand.

I narrowed my eyes at him and slowly stood up. He grabbed me by the hair and started to drag me out of the room. I couldn't hide my wince, trying to fight the man. Finally, as we started down the hall, I got the perfect angle.

My foot pushed, no slammed, into the side of his stomach. He let go of me and stumbled over, which gave me a chance to run the other way. Instantly I knew I was faster than him, thank god.

The only problem was, where do I go? Where can I go?