A Short Story : A Story?

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

I sat there patiently waiting for the man to leave, while i sat there i could feel blood dripping down my face. I could even feel my fist hitting the mans face again, each knuckle pressing against his bony face and feeling the creaking of his jaw. Then i came back to reality, My face blood red and being scared to the bone. Terrified of the man finding where i hid.

Suddenly the boy stopped again, I was a second too late stopping this time. Prayin' to the heavens above he didn't hear me, I heard somethin’ myself. They sounded like footsteps. Lighter than my own, but too heavy to belong to any child. Knowin’ I was losin’ time I lunged at the little girl with my knife held high. Then, a shadow of a man tackled me off. Caught off guard I didn't know what to do. I threw the shadow off me. Then I saw the boy helpin’ his sister up. Not wanting to lose my chance for good, I attacked the boy. We scrambled for a bit, but he was no match for me. My ears were met with the satisfying sound of that boy's screamin' over his arm. I must have done a number on ‘im to get that kind of noise. Then, the girl crashed into me. Taking my chance, I tried stranglin’ the life outta her. The shadow man yanked me off

I shiver at the sound, there is only one person in the room who would cause me any harm, the scout was up. It was impressive he could move after being tossed around like a rag doll, greater so he had the strength to lay his hands on me. Unluckily for him I knew where all his wounds were. As his grip tightens I swing my arm to where his upper abdomen would be. He grunt of pain tells me I found it. His grip loosens and I push him away from me. The man doesn’t stumble very far, but the look on his face told me he wasn’t used to being beaten. Assessing my threat level, he charges. I have hardly any time to block his swing and milliseconds before it happens, I know he isn’t going for my face. There is a crack from my leg and pain shoots from my ankle. I scream in agony. The scout pins me down, I should have left him in the woods after

As I picked him up he twisted in air landing -perfectly balanced - on the ground, holding my arms. He clutched my claws so hard I was finding it hard not to cry. My first instinct was to run, get out before I turned out like my meals. I started to run away hoping to loosen my attackers hands, but he stood firm pulling my arms back.

I gasp and grunt as I scratch at his leg and try to force myself up. But the more I try, the harder it becomes. Within seconds, I’m dizzy and I’m tipping into unconsciousness. I’m going to pass out. There’s no stopping it. The second before I do, his knee is removed and I take in air, greedily. The knee is replaced with sharp blade of his knife. I don’t struggle against the blade, knowing one wrong move and my life is over. I glared up at Jagger with narrowed eyes of hatred.

I can still picture the man’s face clearly as the man placed both his hands on the wounds as he fell forward. When I replay it in my, the forward motion is slowed down greatly. I see the man slowly falling down as I wish he would wake up or make a motion to signal he is still alive when he would make contact with the floor. “Thud”, that’s all that happened, that’s all I heard. Perhaps the loudest thud I have encounter because I knew that man was dead. The man lying down, face down was motionless, was lifeless. My stomach was upset and if it weren’t for my instinct of survival, I would have vomited and my cover would have been compromised. I would have been with the man. I was about to flee the scene for my safety as the aggressor cleaned the blood clean from his sword when the unimaginable happened. A slow and weak, “Hell with you.” came from the body. The man was not dead yet as he rolled over using all his energy over his vital fluids. I can’t erase the image from my mind of the man in the massive pool of blood. It was like a floating tree trunk in a pond. Little motion and absolutely no chance it will be alive again. In a blink of an eye, I saw the attack get aggressive. “To hell with me??

As they began to pull away from the scene I felt a piercing, sharp needle enter my neck and as that happened, I grew very weak and dosed into a deep sleep. I still don’t know what happened to me, but after that I woke up in a very soft bed. I tried to move my legs, but I couldn’t and as I was attempting to escape from the bed, a tall broad shouldered man approached me. He said “Boy you got skill, and we your

His assailant stands snarling over him, and before L can think he has kicked up, utilizing every childhood wrestling skill and what little he had started to learn from his capoeira lessons, and there is a knife clattering to the ground beside him.

Again, he had visualized a new story of the victim's death. The attacker initiated the brawl causing the victim to fight back through scratching and punching (only known by skin left under fingernails and slight bruising of the phalanges). The attacker then revealed a knife causing the victim to react in some fashion. At some point in time, the knife was driven into the victim's hypogastric region. The victim persisted the attacker but failed to do much damage due to his condition. During this time, the attacker kicked and punched the victim to the point of immense pain. The victim fell to the ground face first into the dirt resulting in traces of the dirt being found in the victim's nasal cavity. The victim tried to get up in order to run away but instead was cut with the knife. The disabled victim well to the ground, again and was then hit in the nasus causing cranial

I was broken. I had nothing left inside of me, my life was slowly disappearing and I couldn’t stop it. As I lied on the cold wooden floor of my room the pain from where he had hit me was erupting inside of me. Every part of my body ached in agony, I struggled to suck in air. As my eyes flooded with tears and I looked at myself in the mirror I was horrified at the person looking back at me. Blood was running off my face and onto my nightdress. Deep purple welts had already started to form across my fragile body from the forceful impact of his rough fists that consistently made contact with my small figure. But living day and night in this torture couldn’t hurt me anymore than it already has, but what does is that it was him that did this to

As I pushed and gained ground, I felt my body go limp. A sudden shock dropped straight into my right knee. I dropped like a stack of potatoes. My head slammed down against the hard floor. Peering through my peripherals, I

Then, seemingly from nowhere, he erupts into view and punts you into the wall. He lifts you effortlessly into the air and heaves you out the door, onto the patio. The man lifts the heavy iron chain and latches it firmly onto your collar. You try to get up, but the chain is so heavy that you cannot stand. Through your barely open eyes, you can see him wield the bat in preparation to strike. You close your eyes in resignation, awaiting the agony to come.

He was fighting back, from what exactly I couldn’t place. I saw my face in his full of savage. He was on the ground full of agony and pain. I was weeping, crying, and begging him to come back. I could smell the terrifying scent of blood and death.

He grabbed his forehead and let out a scream of pain. He was a short, chubby, black man with short legs and a big beer belly. He had yellow stained teeth and the sclera of his eyes which is normally white was yellow. I could tell by the expression on his face that he was really mad. I was in shock. I felt a light chill on my back, my heartbeat raised, I swallowed hard and in an instant I was full of fear. At that moment I knew I was in big trouble. I had managed to throw the rock hard enough to leave a bump on his forehead. He grabbed the thickest branch that he could find and started chasing me. I ran as fast as I could, but the rocks poked my feet which made it hard for me to run. He realized he was not going to catch me, so he stopped