The American Ninja

Chapter Five

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The wind whipped viciously at my hair, tossing strands in front of my face, blurring my vision---and in this neighborhood you couldn't risk even a blink.

I pulled my jacket tighter around me. Why had I run off like that again? Oh, yeah. Because I knew I was going to get it big time from mom if I didn't scram when I did. It was just an innocent little prank on Lindsay, some had to take the fall.

My teeth chattered endlessly, and not from the cold, but out of fear of this neighborhood, so I dug in my pocket for gum. I pulled out a piece of Juicy Fruit and popped it into my mouth, helpin the chatter of my teeth---of course they were still chattering, but not in the same way---gum seemed to have this weird effect on me. It always calmed my nerves.

I took a deep breath and started walking down the sidewalk. The sooner I get out of here, the better. My Converse slapped the concrete pavement as I glided down the street with my long strides.

'Get out of here fast, Gemma! Fast!' The voice in my head beckoned. Can't you see I am trying?

I kept going, like my instincts told me to. That was the one person I was good at listening to: myself.

In a far off parking lot, I saw a group of fifteen year olds break into a poor lookig car. The car alarm tarted going off, wailing in panic. I find myself thinking, When has a freaking car alarm ever STOPPED a car burglary?

"Little arrogant hoodlums," I mutter, shoving my hands intoy pockets. I have to keep moving if I don't want to get mugged, because that is what will happen. Especially with the way I am dressed.

I am a tomboy, but mon never lost hope that one day, I might be a girly-girl. So for special family events, Thanksgiving and Christmas, mom makes me were expensive designer clothes. So, where as if I had my way I would be wearin a pair of worn out jeans and a t-shirt, I was wearing some expensive brand that I didn't even know that name of. My point is, my clothing screamed: "I'm a person worth mugging!"

I took a deep breath and continued forward, glancing in all directions as I passed a dark alleyway. Why was I so worried? I was a ninja in traing! But that is just it, a ninja in TRAINING. Not full fledged kick-your-butt-if-you-look-at-me-the-wrong-way ninja.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't even notice the guy in front of me, until I ran right into him. My insides seemed to explode inside my body when I saw the guy.

He was the kind of guy you don't want to mess with; bald, buff, dark tattoos spiaraling down his arms, and the veins popping out of his neck. Ah, yes. He was the full nine yards. So, when he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder I had every right to be terrified.

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Pain shoot through my upper body as I moved, just waking up.

I had passed out. I was now in what looked like a basement or something, I was tied up in chains. God, what happened. I squinted at the clock on the far wall. Good, I had only been out for two minutes. But that had been enough time for that berly phsyco to tie me up and throw me in his basement.

A movement out of the corner of my eye alerts me. Now I am tense, ready to go, the red hot already begins to take over. I can see the lock of shock of his face when he walks right up to me and I spr