Stabbed In The Back Quotes の小説・ストーリー

Alice cried out from behind him, "Watch your back!" Tristan turned around just in time, putting the man in his grasp as a shield before him, and his comrade, who was too fast to stop, rammed his blade-arm extension into his back. The man who had just stabbed his friend flashed his eyes wide in horror, and quickly stepped backward to regroup. He seethed through gritted teeth, behind his face wrap, and said, "I'll make you pay!"

If Mario was here and looking at me like I was about to go rabid then it was an answer enough. The first step I took had my knees buckling and I had to brace my hand on the hospital bed. Mario came to my side and took my other hand as he pushed me back on the bed. I took deep breaths to ward off the stab of pain. Fûck the back of my leg seemed to be on fire. I shook my head when Mario tried to push me to sit down and looked at him. He said, “A shard of glass sliced the back of your calf. And there are two bullet wounds on your back. Sit down.”

While his back is turned to me, I move. I spring off the bed, the knife in my hand. Before I can think, before I can let him react, I stab him. I’m worried about hitting his ribs. So I go for the lower right quadrant. He’s muscular, and for a split second I’m worried about the amount of force that I applied, until I feel the knife push into his muscles. I pull it out quickly, stabbing in where I can tell. Kidneys. Liver. I get in two stabs before he spins, roaring. “You bitch!” he screams.

It was a masterclass in evasion, building a fence of corporate etiquette around the facts. But his gaze continued to wander across to Sabe, being treated by paramedics a few feet away. He saw them slice through his jacket with precision, revealing a scatter of tiny angry cuts across his shoulders and back, and a deeper, more worrying gash on his arm. Sabe sat stoically, barely flinching as they picked out the glass and cleaned the wounds. His eyes met Anton’s across the crowded corridor, a silent communication passing between them: I’m fine. Hold the line.

The actor shook his hands off him and walked away, making the manager yell at his back, "You are not scared of her now? Just go and take a fucking look at your back and then tell me if you feel the same." Kevin ignored his words and walked away but once he was all alone in his room, he looked at himself in the mirror. He seemed hesitant but he took off his t-shirt and turned his back at the mirror to reveal a huge cut on his back which went diagonal from his right shoulder to his spine. The wound was still fresh and not fully healed. Kevin tried to touch it but flinched in pain making him immediately withdraw his fingers. His handsome face filled with agony when he remembered what happened t

I ask him. He doesn't say anything but looks down at his feet. "When I was hurt you were there an entire day comforting me and holding me. When you were fucking married Andre. Do you see how misleading that could be?" I ask him. I was seething. The more I think about it the anger I become. He sighs, he stands running his fingers through his blonde hair. He has his back to me. his white shirt lifting giving me a view of the scar on his lower back, where he was stabbed by a knife protecting me when we were teens.

I tried to get up from the bed but a sharp pain immediately seized my back, causing me to lie back on the bed. "I'm sorry." She apologised, her hand gently resting on mine. I gritted my teeth because of the pain, and that was the exact time I remembered what had exactly happened to me. The stabbing! I remembered the last thing that happened before I fell into a world of darkness. Axel! He had stabbed me! The physical and emotional wound even made it worse, as if both were entwined in a painful dance.

My breath failed, each impact a new world of agony. Through a growing buzz in my ears, I heard a hissing voice, close to my face, laden with hatred and intimidation: "Next time, watch who you defend, you arrogant bitch." One last brutal kick to my back, and then, the sound of hurried footsteps fading away. The parking lot lights seemed to flicker and blur above me. I tried to move, but a stabbing pain in my rib paralyzed me. The asphalt was cold against my cheek. Very cold. The night sky of Chicago, a dirty blanket of orange lights, was the last thing I saw before the darkness took the pain away.

I turned behind me slowly, only to find a black dagger half buried in my flesh. For a moment, my brain refused to process it. There was a dagger in my back. I let out a humourless laugh of disbelief. She dared… She dared to stab me in the back. My fingers twitched uselessly at my sides. Ophelia stumbled backwards, sniffling. "I'm sorry, Roman. But I really have no choice!" She cried, and my legs gave out, a blinding fury exploding inside of me.

Everything around me began to tilt as I tried to hold on to my balance, but my knees hit the ground before I could stop it. I had been stabbed from behind.