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My angel, Chapter 1This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Heather | |
| Tuesday, 24 June 2008 | |
When you’re running from danger there are many things that can go through your mind. Despair, hope, prayer, the impossible, escape routes and the future. Death. As I ran down the alley, all I could think of was… what if superheroes were real? Stupid isn’t it? I have always been a fan of superhero stories but of course none of them are real. So as I sprinted in the cold rain which pierced my skin and felt my high heels dig into my feet as I ran, I wondered. The boys behind me where gaining speed. If it was only a few of them I reckon I could have put up a good fight, but really, five!? How am I supposed to compete? They shouted tauntingly at me. However the only sound that escaped my mouth was panting from running for so long. I skidded around a corner grabbing onto a lamppost as I spun myself round. The boy that was closest to me took a short cut and nearly caught up with me. I made a terrified noise as his fingers slid across my coat. I sped up, I had already tried throwing my handbag behind me hoping they would take that and leave me alone, however it backfired as one of them stopped to pick it up and the rest continued the chase. **** I thought to myself, my mobile was in there. “Come on girly, we know you’re fast but you must be tired by now!” he shouted. He was right of course, but I wasn’t going to let them know! Down the dark alleyway I stumbled under the light of a lamppost and had to swerve to avoid his grasp. I turned the corner and saw something that made my stomach lurch.
A dead end.
Bollocks. Now what? I decided to carry on forward even though I knew nothing would happen. Maybe I hoped that the wall would just disintegrate. But as my fingers found the cold stone surface of the wall I realised how stupid that idea was. I sharply turned around. I saw the boy’s evil grinning face as he grabbed my coat and muffled my scream with his hand. The rest of the lads caught up. They cheered in triumph that they had caught me. I scratched at his hands hoping that he would let go. But another one came up behind my back and grabbed my arms. He tied my hands together and another one took off his bandana and gagged me. I struggled furiously, close to tears. They all jeered at me. The one who had picked up my bag started throwing all my makeup at me. I sat on the floor looking up at them. The rain continued to fall. As one of them came up to me and knelt down beside me I began to realise that no one was coming. There are no heroes in the real world. His words where blurred like my vision. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion and my heart thumped with tremendous bangs. Then they began tearing my clothes off. Oh ****. I thought. They are going to rape me. I began to cry. Usually I’m not a girl who cries but I think in a situation like this I’m allowed to show a little sadness. My coat was flung across the road along with my shoes and top. They laughed loudly at the sight of my bra. Much like men in pubs would do when someone scores a goal. The fast boy looked at me. He gave me one last smirk and then began running his hands up my leg. The others lifted me to my feet and surrounded me. One tugged at my hair and the rest scrambled to take off my bra. I tried to scream but the bandana was muffling my noises. I began to fear the worst. When I met my angel. I saw him as a silouhete. On the building above me, standing in the rain. Then the next thing i knew, he had jumped down, arching his back so gracefully and landing as if he had not jumped at all. The boys turned around. The looked exited at the prospect of a fight. He swooped in from underneath and knocked them of their feet. The ones that stood up again were knocked out from a series of kicks and punches from in the air. The ones that stayed on the ground were knocked out when he landed on their faces. The fast boy was the only one who hadn't got up. He pulled me in front of him and held a knife up to my trhoat. The strange figure stood still. I heard the boy chuckle in my ear. I tried to break free but my hands were tied too tight. It was a stale mate. I breathed heavily, wondering what would happen. Then in the blink of an eye the stranger lunged for me, he twisted as his body flew alongside me completely horizontal and knocked the knife away. In the mean time punching the boy in the face. He fell to the ground as did I. Looking up I could see nothing but rain again. Has he left me here? I thought. Moments later i felt my gag losen. It fell from my face and i took a deep breath. Then I felt hig tugging at the ropes that tied my hands together. I heard him grunt behind me and his warm breath against my neck sent shiveres down my spine. My hands broke free. I stood up whilst rubbing them and turned around to thank him but he was gone. I shouted for him. There was no reply. "Come back!" I yelled again. My voice echoed in the alley. I heard a dog bark in the distance. Suddenly i felt a cool breeze and gasped as i turned around to see him again. He always stood in the shadows so i could never see his face. "What?" Asked a deep hoarse voice. "I need to get home." I mumbled. I was very intimidated by him as well as being shocked. He grasped my shoulders and spun me round. "Hey!?" I yelled. "Be quiet." He said again, with no expression. Everything went dark. My hands felt my face and they came across material over my eyes. Then i felt myself being lifted up. I squealed in supprise and felt him laugh softly. "What's going on?" My stuttering voice asked. "Im taking you home." With that i felt him begin to run. My arms automatically flung themselves around him. I felt long hair at the back of his head. I breathed in and nearly choked. The smell was horrendous. "Are we in the sewers?" I asked disgustedly. There was no reply, which i took for a yes. Moments later i felt him put me gently donw. Watching him fight was scary, he had so much power, yet the way he treated me right now was with much kindess and care. "Thanks." I said gratefully. He grunted as a reply. I felt myslef being spun around again and waited. Nothing happened. I untied the blindfold and saw my front door. Turning round quickly i discovered that there was nothing there.
Weird. Copyright 2008 Heather |
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