Author's point of view The other men spun, ready to fight. Their attacker's blade flashed once, slicing clean through a raised arm. Blood sprayed the wall. The man howled, clutching the stump where his hand had been. The last one swung a fist, trying to punch their attacker. Their unknown attacker just smirked. "Pathetic," he spat. He straightened up and threw a kick into the man's groin area, when it connected, the man toppled over, growling in pain. Their attacker wasn't done yet. He grabbed the arm that tried to throw him a sloppy punch and used his momentum to flip the man onto his back. The man landed with a heavy thud on the ground. Their attacker, still holding his wrist, twisted the wretched thing.The crack of the breaking bone echoed. The man pulled his knees to his stomach, screaming. The attacker's eyes were dangerously black. He didn't stop. He slammed one man's head open into the wall until it cracked open like a melon. The other, he gutted with one smooth thrust, ho
Author's point of view Meanwhile, an hour ago, Shea leaned against the bar counter, waiting for the bartender to hand her the two glasses she had ordered. Something light for Zerina, something a little stronger for her. Her fingers tapped against the polished wood. She hates waiting. Her eyes kept flicking over her shoulder, making sure she still had a clear line of sight to where Zerina was sitting. Her best friend looked small, folded into the leather couch like she was trying to shrink from the world. 'My poor girl.' Shea smiled. Always so soft, so fragile. She wasn't going to let anyone touch her while she was here. "Two minutes, sweetheart," the bartender grunted, busy with a line of drinks for a bachelor group beside her. Shea sighed, tugging the strap of her top higher over her shoulder. She was used to waiting in lines to get what she wanted. She was the daughter of one of the country's most wretched families so when she went out, she was never treated like someone pri
Author's point of view Lysander's eyes slid to her. He saw the horror written on her face. Her hands clutched at her chest, her eyes wide and shining with terror. She looked at him as if he were a monster under her bed that came to life. "Good, let her see." He said internally with merciless clarity. "Let her understand." It's a good thing she's afraid of him. That is exactly what she should feel. He turned away from her, to let her be. He had shown her the truth, the blood-soaked weight of standing by his side. She would either run, or she would break. Both were acceptable by him. But before his boots reached the splintered doorway, he felt her thin arms wrap around his waist as she hugged him tightly from behind. He could feel her body shaking. Her sobs soaking into the fabric of his coat until the dampness touched his skin. He felt every shiver that coursed through her from the shock of this experience. Lysander's eyes widened at the unexpected change of event. He had delibe
Zerina's point of view My body started to shake, shivering terribly. Everything happened so fast that I couldn't process what was happening. A second ago, I was pinned to the wall by Mister Reeves and he was about to.. to do all sorts of mannerless things to me.My breathing came out quickly as the sound of my heartbeat pounded in my ear. But my brain still tried to process what was really going on.Mister Reeves was about to do stuff to me..but then the door behind him disappeared from where it was meant to be and he disappeared along with it.I was so terrified when Mister Reeves had pinned me to the wall and I lost all hope of getting out of this situation. The next second, I felt air swoosh through my face and the pressure of his hands in my shoulders were gone. I was so shocked but equally very relieved. Mister Reeves was gone. I was safe now. He was gone...I didn't even try to process what happened to him or why he just suddenly wasn't in my face any more. I was glad that he
Author's point of view The man's words were caught in his throat when he turned around. His eyes nearly budged out of its sockets because the locked door behind him lay on the floor. It was no longer were it was meant to be. It looked as if the door had been ripped out of its hinges and thrown away. The brick walls trembled, dust scattering into the air."What in.." He wasn't even done with his sentence when he was suddenly yanked backwards and he felt himself been slammed to the cold, hard wall. His vision blurred, and his breath caught in his throat. A searing pain shot through his head, and he felt something warm and sticky trickling down from his scalp, tracing a path down his face and onto his suit. His eyes widened , and his hands trembled as he lifted them to his head, coming away red. His mouth hung open as he gazed up at the shadow looming over him. "Bastard, do you know who you're —" He wasn't done with his words when he saw a large fist coming close to his face, too clos
Zerina's point of view But because of Shea, I pushed through, trying to ignore the whispers. The only light came at the far end of the alley, casting long, eerie shadows. My ears rang with more whispers. "Shea?" My voice cracked, too small for the empty night. "Shea, are you out here?" No reply. I shivered as the whispers drew closer . "Shea!!" I yelled louder this time. My words bounced against the walls and came back to me hollow. A cold gust brushed my skin, making me shiver . The whispers pressed in. It felt suffocating.I felt my eyes get wet and I turned to run back inside where the lights were.. only to gasp as my back slammed against the rough brick wall. The air whooshed from my lungs. My bag slipped from my grip, tumbling to the ground with a full thud. "Mr. Reeves... W-what are you doing?" I stammered, staring up at him. The man's face was close, too close, his hand firm against my shoulder, pinning me in place. His lips parted curling into a smile that wasn't kind