Last Highway Man

5

I didn't say a word as I fell on to my knees, holding the cut, enraged, I didn't say a word but gave my attacker a glare of pure anger, I didn't say a word but got back up on to my feet, scrambling to get a grip on the concrete floor; blood dripped from the wound, blurring my vision slightly, yet I felt no pain, this what made me strong and rage enduced during  fight. I wasn't able to feel pain. All it took was one push over the line to piss me off, and this woman gave me a push alright, I grabbed my sword, blood slithering down my hand, yet I kept a strong grip on the leather hilt; taking a step forward, I kept my blade steady, scraping the floor, making explosions of sparks.

I looked at the woman, seeing the terror in her eyes as she stepped back. "How? You are just one man!" Her words made me grin, slightly, I looked into her eyes, seeing the red glimmer in them. I took another step forward, seeing how far I could get before being attacked. She took another step back, trying to make me even more angry, and failing, she could not see how foolish she was, trying to make me even more angry. She would find out that the way she was trying was futile, and just making me lauge at her pittiful attempt. I stepped forward, dragging  my sword behing me, making little sparks fly off in all directions. maybe she thought that backin away was the way to escape my rath, yet another pittiful attepmt to make me run after her. I dont know why but for a minuet i saw what looked like a tiny light of sorrow, i think she knew. I dissmissed the sight and my anger drained like it was mirly a force of power and not a force of pure anger. She ran at me, knocking me back, sword pointing at my neck. I didnt say anything but looked death in the eye. She took the sword away, putting out her hand, at first i thought this was a trick, but the look in her face obviously showed that it wasnt. I grabbed her hand getting off the floor. I am sure that was the end of that flash back to my awful past, I am glad she didnt kill me. That would mean i would not suffer for the past. And the only way I deal with the past is by making small sacrofices of my flesh. Pain. I choose pain over remmembering what happened. I choose to pay for the past.