POV: Koada
Koada: Escape
The five men are approaching you. You try and keep walking, they look like they want trouble. They are now surrounding you. You stop walking. "Can I help you?" You ask them. They say nothing, just smile. The man behind you puts his hand on Kim's guitar. You whip around. "Hey man, fuck off that's mine," You yell. He pushes you and you fall to the ground. "That is a nice guitar case, I'm betting you got a nice guitar in there to. You must have some lump of cash on ya." He smiles at you. Oh shit. You try to stand up but they push you right back down. They reach for you. OH SHIT! You stick your foot out and trip the man in front of you sending him to the ground. You jump up and another man lunges at you. He grabs you by the neck and you kick him in the knee. He lets go and you punch him in the face. You run the other direction only to be chased but one other man. He was the only one that ran after you. He was the tallest and strongest of all the men there. He had to be at least 6 foot tall, and you, you are 5 foot 8. You pick up your speed, then stop. You run towards the man trying to kill you. Koada! What the actual fuck are you even doing?! You don't run toward the angry behemoth!! Go the other fucking way! You ignore the voice in you head. The large man was now dangerously close. You pull something out of your pocket and when the man is basically towering over you he stops. His eyes are wide open and his heart beats faster. He falls to his knees, dead. You had pulled a knife out of your pocket and slit his throat. You now have blood on you knuckles and face.
Koada: Go home
You walk all the way back to the motel, getting looks and whispers from other people. You just roll your eyes and open the door. You look at the couch where you left Kim. Oh Shit. Where the fuck is she?? You run to the couch and see you see Kim. Oh shit. She is unconscious and there is dried blood crusted to her forehead, and the end of the couch is stained red. You try and wake her up by shaking her. She wont wake up. Oh shit. Oh God. OH SHIT!
((To be continued...))
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Not Remembering in The Morning
Mystery / ThrillerShe wakes up with the metalic taste of blood in her mouth. She can't move. The smell of the room was so terrible, that she was going to puke. She wants to scream and get away, but she can't. She wants to kill the man that kidnapped her, but she is f...
