A Short Story : A Story?

He slowly got on his knees as tears started to flow from his eyes. She was visibly disgusted at the sight of his crying, sending a powerful kick towards his stomach, causing him to cough up spit. He coughed violently as he held onto his stomach. She looked down at him shaking her head as she pulled him up by his head.

Armin's thrown to the ground and he instinctively shields his face. A boot kicks his stomach, his back and elicits pained cries from the blond.

(Juliette) "He kept me safe, but he is terribly hurt, we must help him!" She struggles to get up, using her father to regain her balance, but she falls. She is weak, unable to do anything. Tears begin to slowly stain her cheeks.

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

“Abra! What happened to you?” Lucy shrieked. She saw the bruises on her daughter’s neck. This was enough.

When it was over, she waited for him to say something. He took his time before allowing her to get away from that stupid wall and she sat down, her legs protesting as if she had been standing all

“I hear it was a frenzied attack,” she goes on. “There wasn’t much left of her neck by the time he was finished with her.”

He could hear her crying, barely keeping it together at the other end of the

everywhere. Words were written on Hanayia. Assiralc couldn’t take it. She ran. She didn’t just

"Yeah," Victoria mumbled, turning the corner, "But now that the adrenaline has faded away it's starting to hurt." She looked like she was in pain. Her face was consorted in pain, her eyebrows pinched together as she bit her bottom lip as she held her injured arm.

Taloned hands grabbed him from behind, blood red nails digging into his flesh as Evelynn emerged from the shadows. She was far stronger than she looked, and forcibly turned his head to expose his thick neck. Her grasp was ice-cold, as if warm blood no longer flowed in her veins, and her fangs were inches from his jugular.

Añastasia felt the cold metal of the blade press against her throat. The flat side of the knife pushed against her neck firmly, enough to make it difficult to breath. "I don't think you understand the importance of this situation. Maybe I shouldn't have been so nice, but I'm not giving you a choice here, messenger." He spun her around so he was behind her with the blade still pressed against her throat, just under her jaw. He tucked the

A burning sensation engulfed his ear as he heard a gut-churning tear and then a final, painful twist as his ear came away in Andrei’s mouth. With a surge of strength, he pushed away the crazed guard.

"You fractured your hip and your right shoulder. There are also numerous lacerations on your torso" , Preco finally began to speak.

Unexpectedly, a sword flew through the rioting air of the decomposing bodies into Alexander’s leg deeply. Alexander’s sword fell as the blood flowed down from his stomach on the pebbled ground, producing a red reflection on his sword. Admed also dropped his sword and grabbled the nearest bag on a soldier’s back and vigorously pulled out items to find the wound medicine. The yrs old dashes to Alexander, takes off his armor quickly and pores the mediocre over the open wound fast as he could. But he didn’t get there fast enough, still in pain, he smiles back at Admed and says, “You have been the good friend; the best friend I could ever ask for. Thank you.” Before Admed must return, he places his valuable necklace on Alexander’s neck and