Alue's POV
The second I walked in the alley, I stopped. Everything was silent. Too silent...
Bam! My face was slammed to the wall. The woman turned on her lighter and put the flame to my face. She only looked scared when she saw that the fire didn't affect me. This makes me laugh every time...
"Ce que vous êtes?!" The woman asked me in French. (What are you?!)
"Je suis un cauchemar..." (I'm a nightmare) I darkly said as I smirked at her and kneed her in the gut, getting her off me.
"V...Vous êtes une sorcière?!" (Y...You're a witch?!) she asked.
"Ne jouez pas muets. Vous savez ce que je suis..." (Don't play dumb. You know what I am...) I grabbed her by the neck. But she had the upper hand when she flipped me and smacked me on the ground. She then pulled out a grenade and threw it at me when the grenade exploded.
If I wasn't used to fire...I would've turned into a crisp.
Thank God that fire doesn't affect me. This lady needs therapy, I swear.
The minute I was about to stand, the lady tackled me!
I rolled both of us; making her pinned to the ground, and I'm on top. I quickly put on my brass knuckles and dodged her attempts to punch me. I punched her at the nose with my left hand, and punched her right arm with my right hand. I then grabbed a crowbar and hit her across the face. She then passed out.
'I hope I didn't kill her...' I sweat dropped. 'Ok, she's breathing.' I sighed in relief when I checked her pulse.
I pulled out a needle and rubbed a small spot on her arm with alcohol. I then used a small detector on her arm, searching for the microchip. When the detector lit green on the spot of alcohol, I injected the needle, getting a sample of her blood with the microchip. Thankfully, I had a bottle of water and spilled it on her face, waking her up.
I then ran away before she could see me and returned to my hideout...
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I Now Realize
RandomI made up these characters, and this is my first story to write. So please give me constructive criticism by email. I hope you all enjoy.
