I froze and stared at the incredibly scary, yet enticing man standing above me. His red glasses sat perched on his noses, however he appeared to not need them at all. Strange.
Before I could think of moving I felt an abnormally large hand wrap itself around my waist. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but before I could succeed I was flipped upside down and slung over his back. As a result I got a face plant right into his spine.
Ouch, that hurt! I thought gritting my teeth. He just snickered and started to walk back straight into the line of gunfire. Fuck! Does he plan to kill us both. Well actually I'm not that surprised this guys seemed like enough of a psychopath to do it.
I started to panic as we neared the front door. What to do, oh I know! I started to giggle a little thinking about it. I had my feet swinging back so my plan wouldn't be hard
. He thought he was big shit huh.
I suddenly swung my foot as hard as I could against his groin. His face contorted into a grimace as he dropped to the floor and clutched his crotch. Hahaha! I laughed pointing at him and dashed to the back door again. I could hear him running to catch up behind me yelling curse words under his breath.
I quickly made my way around the block and right when I thought I was safe, I slammed full speed into a large chest. "Fuck, watch where you're going you dickweed!" I yelled running around the anonymous chest.
I hadn't even taken two steps before I felt a hand reach out and grab my wrist. I opened my mouth to protest, but I was interrupted by a large hand covering my mouth. Shhh. I felt hot breath tickle my neck. judging by the size of his hand and the bulge pressing against my leg I figured out it was a man.
I started to sniff the air for signs of that weirdo with the glasses and to see if I could detect who was holding me captive. The only thing I could smell was a light scent of honey. I automatically relaxed in his arms.
(I'm sure you all know who it was!) Damn you reflexes!
I could tell that my reaction pleased him because of the chuckling that followed. I looked up only to hit my head on his chin. Ow! I screamed in a whisper while clutching my head. I looked over to find Jason doing mirroring my actions. "Damn woman, what is your head made of." he questioned.
I just stared at him quietly and felt really weird... Hmmm maybe I'm just catching a stomach bug. I would be shocked considering the shitty "food" that I consumed. A few moments of awkward staring and silence passed between us before I cleared my throat and suggested we start moving to a safer location. He just shrugged and looked slightly disappointed, but his expression changed as if there was something behind me.
I slowly turned around to find my face coming into contact with the same suit it had been minutes ago. I inwardly shuttered out of impulse. I recalled the familiar feeling of being caught and punished in the most painful ways as a young child. Flashes of blood and darkness started to cloud my vision. I slapped myself trying to keep myself awake as I realized my leg was dragging me down.
I had momentarily forgotten the pain. I guess kicking groins helps you release stress. I started to regain my senses, but I wasn't fast enough. When my eyes focused I saw Jason flying into a dumpster. No. He will get up. He's stronger than this asshole. I needed to help him, but how?
My eyes darted to a metal pipe on the ground by the freak's foot. I would have to chance it and cover Jason while he recovered. it looked pretty painful when he landed. I shakily stood up and limped about a foot closer. I would have to risk hurting my leg farther by sliding on the cement and possibly getting attacked again.
I dived onto the ground and slid between his feet which were widely spread. Fuck it was a trap! It was too late my face had already gone between his ankles before I could cancel my plan. My only option now was to wing it. Which almost never worked for me.
My fingers tightly grasped the rusted pipe as I slid by and crashed into the dumpster where Jason's unconscious body lied. He didn't look like he was going to wake up soon. his eyes were tightly shut and his faced was twisted in pain.
looks like its all me now. Some show off he was. My eyes flashed up to see glasses face charging straight at me. I was surprised he didn't just kick the pipe before I got there or grabbed my leg when I slid by. Oh. I muttered realization hitting me.
He was just like him. My worst fucking nightmare. His expressions matched perfectly. They both like to torture and play with there victims first.
"How ironic" I grumbled and jumped just barely dodging his swift attack aimed for my leg. He was going to use my injury to his advantage.
Playing dirty aren't we.
Two can play at that game.
I slung the old pipe right for his knee, but I fell slightly short due to my leg not wanting to cooperate. He saw my moment slight mistake and jumped forward and kicked. I screamed out in pain as his rubber heel bit into my thigh. I slumped to the floor rocking myself and my hurt leg.
He then bent down and grabbed a fist full of my hair and began to fall over with laughter. I just grinned and spit right between his eyes. Only then did he fall silent. My eyes watched his every move as he slowly sat up calmly and lifted his leg once more.
Pure agony rushed through my veins and I cried out in pain. My leg was on fire and I had never felt this hopeless in a long time.
The only thing I could do was curl up into a fetal ball and wait for Jason... or somebody to help me.
Ahhhhh this is soooo long. I feel like I just accomplish so much. I'm sorry I haven't updated for a few days, but I didn't have time. I cant believe this is over 1,000 words!!!! OMFG I have never wrote this much before. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and vote, comment, heart or whatever all those buttons do. Anyway I didn't realize until recently when my friend told me that you could add music to each chapter so in the future or in old chapters there might be a few you know so check it out and again, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING BLOOD HOUND. BYED GUYS OFF TO EAT DINNER! peace out homefries!
song: Stop Drop And Roll!!! by FoxBorro Hot Tubs
MyBlinkGreenRomance:WTF??!! NOOOOOO JASON WAKE DA HELL UP!!!! anyway yes I will be putting music on possibly on all chapters but i have been noticing it hasnt been working so what i will do is put the name of the song and band. Now as you can tell how this story is there wil be no fucking one direction, justin bever, and any other pop/country songs. I just about like any music besides pop/country. it's always wonderful to explore new bands anyway but suggestions are always welcomed so please comment and possibly the song you requsted might be on one of the chapters. OH GOD I SOUNDED FORMAL. EW. LOVE YOU HOMIEFRIES!
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Blood Hound
RomantikA 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...