VII

New faces, New places

Katherine POV

Bars, pubs whatever you want to call them. They are usually places i stay away from.

Places for the lowlife.
Places for the scum.

I stood out like a diamond in a coal-pit and for once I hated it. I could feel the vision of others uncomfortably pressing into the back of my bright yellow shirt (as i had to discard the hoodie).

All i could be happy about is that i knew Josh was alive, ever since i received that phone call from him i have been feeling better since, but of all places i was to meet him, why did it have to be here?

I stared down at the cracked mahogany, looking at the indents from drinks (or bar brawls) and sighed.

It had truly been a long day, nobody in the entire world could of had a worse day.

I turned towards the slender bartender, who truly looked like he should be serving at a high-end restaurant instead of here with his sleek vest with a neatly ironed shirt underneath. His hair earned my approval, with a pink-dyed quiff which truly did suit him but made me wonder how he didn't get the piss taken out of him.

I was thirsty so what the hell, i asked him for a white wine and that was exactly what i got, its quality unexpected of such a place.

My mind wandered. Not an unusual thing.

The events of these last couple days feel like i'd jumping headfirst into something too deadly.

With Selion.

With the winged guards.

With Ishmael.

Something sinister indeed.

Hopefully i'm safe now, i've escaped to an unknown location on the other side of the country. I should be safe.

But then i felt that hand on my shoulder, tightening. I stood up like a flickering flame given fuel.

However, too my relief (???) it was just one of the chunky goons who i spotted sitting on the other side of this damned place, an unpleasant smile creeping up his balding head.

"A bit far out for a city girl arent'cha?" He said as his voice rumbled.

I was hoping that if I ignored him he would get the idea but unfortunately it had almost the opposite effect as i felt him getting closer.

"Hey!" He yanked my hair pulling me to face-level with him as i shrieked. I could feel the strong scent of alcohol wafting towards my face.

"I asked you a fucking question! And i want to hear your response!" He continued to pull at my hair causing tears to form in the corners of my eyes.

An overwhelming force pushed me down to the bar-table and kept me pinned. I couldn't allow this to continue.

"You have a nice figure, don't mind if i do..." my eyes widened as i heard the sickening noises of his approval emanating from behind me.

I expected the worse but all i heard was a crack.

And i no longer felt the weight on me.

I quickly spun around to observe the bartender reeling in the thug with what seemed to be a bullwhip which had snapped around his neck before delivering a strong kick which would have definitely left him with a broken nose.