Food for Thought? [Zombie Story]

Food for Thought? (3)

Chapter three. 

Allan's POV:

"No! Stop it! Stop it! Please!" 

My head whipped to my left, hearing my sister's voice. There was a man standing above her, taking her hands and leading them towards the top of his pants. "Stooop!" I clenched my teeth together, biting back a cruel retort. "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!!"

That's when I lost it. He waas fucking touching my sister. "Get. Your. Filthy. Hands. Off. Of. My. Fucking. Sister." 

The guy turned to me with a smirk on his face. "And what if I don't?" I glared at him. "The you'll have to fucking deal with me, you bastard." The guy jsust smiled again. "Oh really? And what are you going to do when you're locked to a table?" 

i clenched my jaw together. I didn't know what I as going to do. But if I just sat here, this guy would fucking touch my sister again. There was no way I was going to let that happen. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, concentrating. 

Slowly, I lifted my arms up, the iron braces begnning to break. I could hear the cracks froming, the bending of the metal. Hell, I could hear the rustling of the fabric on my body. What had they done to me? Maybe that was what all the needles and shots were for. 

I remembered the day that the blonde girl was given a shot. The day she was turned into... Something. If that had happened from a needle, why weren't Crystal and me like that? I shook my head at the thought. I could figure it out later, right now all that mattered was my sister. 

I heard a snap and smiled widely. I was free. I stood and turned to the guy that was putting his hands on my sister. "Now, I suggest you leave her alone, of I will kill you with my bare hands." 

Apparently, he didn't get the hint, because he just walked his happy ass back over to Crystal and trailed his hand down her stomah. She squirmed and tried to move away, but couldn't. "Allen! Help me!" 

As soon as she spoke, I slapped the back of his head. Hard. He turned around and his fist connected with my face, causing me to stagger. I caught my balance on the table that I had been on two minutes before and smirked. 

"Oooooh! That hurt soooooo much!" I glared at him. "You're pathetic. You make me sick. All you are is a child molester." 

His jaw clenched at that. Oh, had I hit a weak spot? "You're going to go to jail because you've probably raped a buh of little kids and left them to die in the park or something." 

He came at me then. Right at me. I expected the punches to hurt more, to burn and maybe split open the skin, but they didn't. They felt like little pinches, being placed in the same spot over and over again. 

I had been punched before, so I knew how it felt. Not like this. What had these people done to me? I didn't care though, because if these punches didn't hurt me, I assumed mine could hurt him. 

So I punched him, as hard as I fucking could. The first one broke his nose. The second had had him on the floor, clutching his jaw. I smiled. "Fucking hurt, didn't it?" He growled at me. Like, legit growled at me. 

There was a pain in my leg then. I looked down at my leg, biting my lip against crying out. There was a needle. Stuck ing my leg. Holy shit. The pain hit about five seconds later and I screamed out. 

"Holy fuck! hat the fuck did you put in my leg you bastard?!"

He smiled at me. "Good bye~" With that, he walked off.

As he walked away, I could feel my eyes getting heavy and my vision was blurring. I crumpled to the floor, my legs going numb, along with the rest of my body. 

"I love you Crystal," I whispered before my world fadded to black.

AN: Hope you like it~!