Without a second of hesitation, I swung my fist straight at his face. The impact of my hard rattled his hand. He was caught of guard and fell to the ground with a sickening thud.
I thought I had knocked him out cold, but I was wrong. Within a few seconds he was back up again and coming with a vengeance.
He swig his fist towards my most sensitive area. (boob) "So were playing dirty now are we." I thought excitedly.
Just as his fist was about to make contact with my face, I suddenly pulled back and dropped into a squatting position. He was about to kick me, but I had this planned. I slid my leg out from under me steadily balancing myself and hit his only standing leg, knocking him to the ground.
I took this opportunity to jump in the air bringing my knee up and coming down fast aiming for his stomach. He quickly regained his stability and rolled over before I could reach him. He then jumped up and got ready to smash my face with his boot.
I rolled backwards avoiding his attack. I looked up to read his face only to find empty cold eyes staring straight back at me. This moment of distraction caused me not to avoid his incoming tackle.
We both went down crashing into a table. My head felt like I had a million knives digging into it. I reached my hand back to feel my head only to find it filled with shattered glass. I felt the warm blood running down the side of my head.
I looked over to see his situation only to see him doing the same thing. After all this wasn't a serious fight. If it was he would be lying in a gutter rotting somewhere while I spit on his body.
This boy pissed me off so much.
I hated this feeling.
I had never experienced this emotion before.
No biggy I hadn't experienced a lot of emotions happiness being one of the many. Pain was the common emotion I experienced as well as emptiness. I must have had a solemn expression on my face because he reached over to touch my face.
His hand caressed my cheek ever so slightly. Even so I flinched at his touch. He noticed my reaction and retreated his hand to his side.
I felt like shit, like when you had a long day then you get banned from your favorite bar. You know?
"What the hell did you do to my restaurant!" screamed a small girl with blond hair and an extremely short skirt. She had an apron on, but I could tell she was strong.She wore bright gold lipstick and thick eyeliner.
"You tore up the hold goddamn place you bitch! On top of that you scared away all my customers." she went on with her never ending rant.
"Get out and don't you ever come back!" the little tramp called to us as we walked out of the wrecked restaurant.
Great I'm banned from yet another place. You didn't cross your fingers hard enough.
hey guys sorry if that was a little confusing. I'm not the best at action scenes, but I hope you found some humor in the dark themes of these books.
song: The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You by My Chemical Romance

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Blood Hound
RomanceA girl who has no name and is always alone. She is only driven by the sake of survival. She tries to be tough and never speak her feelings, however there is one person who can seemingly see through her. A bartender, with a tragic past who feels lost...