The Woman From the Fire Pits

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 (Lucy's POV)

My body was hurting me so badly. The bruises, now discolored, were throbbing and pulsing rapidly. My head was killing me. My nose was bleeding ever still, so I plugged it and held my head downwards. My hands were okay thanks to my wrappings, but my joints and knuckles were sore from all my punching. All I wanted to do was collapse and go to sleep.

I finally came across my guardians' large dwelling. With very little windows and two doors showing the entrance and exit. They were both merchants. Their son helped them out quite frequently. Luckily, they sold so much that they weren't gone for more than a few weeks. A couple months, sometimes, but that was rare.

I tried turning the back doorknob first, but to no avail.

"Ugh, I hope they haven't locked me out again." I growled to myself.

I march my way around to the front of the house and try with the front doorknob.

"Aaaaagh....Locked out again. Curses!"

As I heard a clicking sound, I felt a sudden burning to my right arm and let out a bloodcurdling scream, falling to the stony ground. I stopped screaming to see what had hit me. I pulled my hand away from my upper arm, only to find it stained dark red with my blood. An instant river of tears streamed down my cheeks as panic forced me to scream and shout for help....Until I heard a throaty, sinister chuckle from behind me.

It took all my will I had in me to stifle my screams, stand back up and turn around to see el Tiburon and two of his friends standing ten feet from me.

"Not so tough now, are you, bitch?" El Tiburon crossed his arms.

"Fuck off, you impotent piss-worms." I growled at him.

"Hmmm, not very ladylike, is she, Tibs?" One of them asked.

"Back off, you cowardly snake," I glared at him. "I took down your precious Tiburon once before...." I stalked towards him, tightening my hands' wrappings.

"And we're here to make sure you don't do it again..." Tiburon said, pulling out his cutlass.

His two men threw me against my front door, holding me by my arms and shoulders.

"Let go o' me, you bastards!" I headbutted Tiburon as he got in my face.

"Shut up!" He backhanded me as the man on my right grabbed my arm wound, making me let out a painful scream. The pain felt like someone pouring salt on a fresh wound. Slow, intense and unbearable. It brought tears to my eyes.

El Tiburon drew his cutlass to my bare throat. "What shall we do with her before I cut her throat, lads?"

Both of the men smirked at each other before looking back at me.

"I don't know, boss." The left man shrugged.

"Why don't we see what these clothes are hiding from us...." The right man said, sliding a hand down between my breasts and down past my stomach.

"Sounds like a plan." El Tiburon began to lift up my shirt that was tucked into my leggings, but stopped in a jolt when I heard a pair of pistol shots fired.

I snapped my eyes shut, but all I heard next were two, loud bodily thuds.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw the shark's men, fallen to the ground with a hole in the back of their heads. I gasped at the grisly, bloody display; my entire body got a wave of chills and uncontrollable trembling, until a familiar voice calmed my nerves.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!"

Someone jumped down from the house across from mine. His hooded coat gave me a small flicker of hope, but disbelief still clouded my vision.