I took another punch to the jaw. I accidentally bit down on my tongue. Blood started to fill my mouth. It wasn't a fair fight by any means. I was attacked while sleeping by a team of five. I might have been seen as the best fighter on the streets, but I couldn't beat the best gang alone. I shouldn't have stole food from them earlier. "I'm disappointed, Willow. You don't live up to your reputation," Martin, the leader of the street gang, taunted as I spit blood. I sneered, "I'll show you!" I struggled, but the two boys kept me against the brick wall. Martin kneed me in the stomach. "Keep her still. I want to carve her pretty skin and paint her red," he smiled sadistically. The other four snickered as he pulled the sharp dagger from his pocket. There was no escape route, and I couldn't fight all five of them. Plus, they had confiscated my knife earlier. I was done for. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable. Not too many could survive on the streets of London, especially a teenager. Every minute was a bloodbath waiting to happen. I knew that; I caused most of them! It was my time, and I was ready. Then, I heard someone fall and feet running towards me. My eyes snapped open. Martin was lying on the ground, blood pouring from the back of his head. The two boys holding me against the wall left to fight whoever was interfering, and I slid to the ground. I watched with wide eyes as my enemies fell one by one around me. Soon, they were all dead. I wiped the blood from my chin and slowly stood up. Sighing, I examined all the knife cuts on my body. I was going to have a few more battle scars to add to my collection. "Nice seenin' ya again, Willow," Greg greeted me, taking in the scene gleefully. I narrowed my... ... middle of paper ... ... mother's wedding ring. All of my family is dead. It's the only thing I have left of them. It's been with me through everything. I can't live without it." I could feel Adam scrutinizing me. He was trying to tell if I was telling the truth or not. Then, something was thrown and landed right in front of me with a little clatter. I gasped and hurriedly put the ring back on my finger. I looked up at him, seeing him glare at me. "Keep the ring, but you must work as a maid at Forester Manor. Your payment will be having shelter, being fed, and being clothed. You are to protect me at any cost if for some reason Michael or the other servants can't. Now, come." He raised an eyebrow at me, daring me to rebel or argue. Instead, I placed a hand over my heart as I had seen the servants do when I was younger. I bowed my head before following him to my new life, "Yes, my lord."
We were all with him. He wasn’t going to do this alone. It was more of a mental fight between us. He tried to seem bigger and stronger, but I simply imitated him, to prove that I as well am big and strong. Then one of the men grabbed me by the collar, and said that he was going to send us home.
“Well how do you explain your behavior the morning I tried to throw away the pearl?” I asked, remembering the sharp pain of his clenched fist making contact with my jaw. “You had become so w...
His expression hardened. “The bounty is six hundred dollars. I’m not going to kill him for the
“A souvenir, as part of your wand stockpile of treasures. My job is done. I can…” Orson’s words trailed off.
I knew what this meant. The walls were down. Señorita Rodriguez yelled at us to get ready, get into the right stance because as of this moment, we were to fight for our survival. I spin around and whip out my katana, Kian whips out his pocket knife and we move cautiously to the door, knowing full well what we were to be greeted with. Kian yanks the metallic door open, the muscles in his arm extracting and retracting. He takes a huge stride out into the open, he was vulnerable. I had to help him. I step out next to Kian and am faced with death. The rotting flesh melting off their faces, the clothing they once loved battered and torn because the plague hit Earth like a hurricane. All at once. Every country was infected. We both spun and twirled around each other as the sounds of groans from the monsters surrounded us, I could feel how introverted and cold he was just standing with him against the monsters. A shout filled my ears as Matt came running, his scalpel already tainted red from the blood of the poor souls that were taken too soon from this world. Kian’s icy demeanour diminishes as he heard Matt and his will to fight grew stronger. The schools bundle of ice melts away as Matt stood by him and fought, Matt, Kian’s personal ray of sunshine that killed the ice cold beast within
“You thought putting our lives in danger would be fun?! Are you mad!” She shouts at me, looking as though she were now the mad one. She does look quite angry
The small bands of Night Raiders trudged through the streets, setting fire to homes, apprehending any young warriors, and horrifying children. Children cowered in their mother's arms along the streets. Warriors and undercover Rebels quickly equipped themselves for battle. Screams of terror echoed off the trees throughout the woods. Smoke filled the air, creating a smokey outlook.
The fight was ferocious. He decided to use decided to use a machete. Blood was dripping down on it like a never stopping waterfall. The whole thing was covered in blood. I am pretty sure it was from his victims. I decided to use a pistol. Something that was odd was that he was able to dodge basically every shot I took as if he knew how I use my gun
I looked down to see so much blood gushing down my chin. I was regretting ever letting them come
Aston placed a firm hand on top of hers as he scolded, “That’s enough of that. Now I want you to listen to me — and no arguments until I’m finished. You’re not dangerous, and you’re sure as hell not a snake, or a mass of them. You’re different now, so what-”
Crying, I recall when I said to myself, “I will die!” I couldn’t think of anything else. I was locked in a small and dark room for two consecutive days, I was starving, and there was no one there to help me. Simply, I was frightened and worried about how I am going to get out of this room alive, although there was a war going around the whole city.
The day has come. The day I've feared but tried so hard not to. Two men grab me by the arms and lead outside to the blinding sunlight, reluctantly. My tattered shoes scrape along the rocky sand of the camp, everyones watching me now. They all know what's happening and feel sorry for me, except for a smug figure in the distance, obviously Sergeant Hanley. My eyes dart helplessly around the camp, I see the firing squad and a lump swells in my throat. Then I see Tommo, and remember my promise to him.
The building Cain and I had taken refuge on wasn't terribly tall; only fifty feet or so. Enough to kill or break a few bones for somebody else. Instead I landed roughly on my feet, the impact sending a jolt up my spine, and making my teeth click together-though, thankfully, those pearly whites of mine missed my oh so beloved tongue.
Then all of a sudden, he began to choke, and blood dribbled from his mouth and got on my jacket. "What the hell?!" I yelled. I grabbed his shoulders and stared, astonished, at his face, as he silently pleaded for help. I couldn't handle looking at him anymore and I was frozen in shock, so I let him fall to the ground.
With a slow dawn I remembered. Had I slipped or had he hit me with something? My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as I relived the figure advancing towards me. It was dark. The street light that shone from behind the man in the faceless thickset man in the grey hoody ensured anonymity. Now he was coming. How long had I been here? My head ached as I struggled to assess my surroundings.