Flich: A Narrative Fiction

"Will do!" I get out of that place as fast as I could. I've never ran that fast in my life. Ok, except for the time I got chased by the cops but that's another story for another time. Jesus, what a trip this excursion turned out to

“Urgh” I groaned as I tried to get back to my senses to get away from these loan sharks, as I looked up I saw an incoming fist, almost like the world was going in slow motion. I shifted my body slightly, just managed to dodge the hit and then I gathered all my energy and landed a hard hit onto

I notice something is reflecting the light from my phone, but I can't tell. I get a closer look and I realize it's a knife.Panic and Adrenaline fill my veins and scream for me to run or do something. But I don't move hoping he'll go away, his eyes flicker to me."I'll make you a balloon animal! I'll make it out of your skin." He says with a flat,dead tone with a haunting, bone chilling laugh that echoed through the room, and starts to raise the knife.

My feet are aching like hell, but I still have strength left in my body. “Do it for Shane” I say to myself. “Do it for Shane.” I slashed him on the forehead with my finger nails as fast as I could, hoping that he would drop me; and he did. I got up as fast as I could hobbling away, crawling actually sounded better.

I picked my left hoof up and used my right to launch myself to the left of my opponent. If he wanted me to go right, then so be it, I would go right. I thrashed away from him, bringing my wing up and aiming it at his jaw. I didn't want his teeth on my neck anymore. But the motions pained me, the ache he had left in my chest was still present and my breathing still wasn't quite normal. Stepping away from him was painful, too. He was hurting me even when he wasn't breathing down my neck.

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.

Before I can begin to plead again, a big, course, calloused hand covers my mouth, a muscled arm bands around my middle, and then I’m lifted off the ground, and hauled away. My screams stifled, my struggles futile.

My legs are running, my breath is heavy, and I'm scared out of my mind. I feel like it's been days since I've started running from this demon. Trying to hide won't do me any good, it knows where I am always, its piercing red eyes and serpentine tongue can see and smell me for miles. I can hear it laughing in a deep yet somehow high voice from at least a mile away. This dark road has led me on for what I still believe might be days, and to no avail might I add. Then as I keep running, I hear the demon’s alien-like yell not too far from me, I see a red door in the distance, and I immediately sprint towards it.

The boot in my side knocked the wind out of me and I can’t catch my breath. No matter how hard I try I can’t unfurl my body from the fetal position I’m lying in either. I try like hell to get off the pavement before Kane finds me. I’m not fast enough though and the next thing I know all hell breaks loose.

I scream in fake pain, falling forward into Jagger before going completely limp. Jagger’s arms catch me, pulling me against his chest. The electric shock lasts for a few more second and then stops. Footsteps approach from behind me as Jagger pulls the metal rods out of my back. It takes all my self-control not to flinch. Those were in deep.

Despite the men buzzing with thrill and excitement to witness that a lanky scrawny man like me is going against a menacing undefeatable wall of restrain. I could still perceive my heart pound like a thousand drum as adrenaline rush through my brain. Coldly i begin move towards the wall. As i placed both feet on the stone my feet decided to plant itself onto the stone due to the horrific nature of the outcome my body becomes still. But fear propelled me to leap toward the rope getting hold of it i realise that gravity was acting against me, the rope was as slippery as a politicians conscience my grasp begin to loosen, my palms are feeling restless. Upon getting to the tip of the brick I could detect an unpleasant odour of gas coming from the chamber surrounding me and it pulling me back with a force mightier than storm itself.

I’m not losing to some ass in a power spandex suit, I’ve done enough losing!” Maria said as he was hunched over, holding his throat and barely able to breath (Yet able to spit a witty comment as if it was his way of breathing). He quickly stood to his feet and felt the pain of his ribs again, but he honestly had more present concerns. The Stalker stood to his feet, this time holding a pair of throwing knives in his hand and walking slowly to Maria, preparing to toss them at a moments notice. Come on! You got this! Maria told himself. Sure, you got your ass kicked every time before this, and you have broken ribs. But somehow you’re more prepared for this fight than all the others! Just do it! Leaping into the air towards a lamppost and landing on the top. “Hey! You there! Come and get me!” he shouted as he pushed off the lamppost, practically a human torpedo as he sent himself flying towards him. He flipped himself over so he could kick him, rather than punch him, but was quickly sent flying back went he felt something sharp hit his shoulder, and a blistering pain began to surround that area quickly. Unsure where he was, Maria looked around and noticed he was now impaled to a wall by his right shoulder, and was hanging there for The Stalker to take target practice. I’m stuck… He thought as he reached over to try and pry the arrow out of his arm, but another arrow quickly pinned down his arm, the arrow had struck his forearm right between his radius and ulna. He screamed in pain, but it didn’t do much good, it only made his lungs

I see his eyes and make sure not to meet them, and I put my fist onto his nose to eliminate any vision he might have had. He's hurt, but I keep going. I need to make sure he can't move by the time I'm done with him. I can smell how scared he is. It pours out of him. It reaches up and stuffs itself into my nose.

He falls to the floor, he grabs me by my arm and flips me off of him and sends me sliding on the hard dirt ground. I quickly stand up and charge back at him. He tries to stop me but I quickly move to the side and bring the dagger it his inner arm and make a cut. He screams out in pain which catches the attention from everyone. They stop to stare at me going crazy. Asher falls to the ground holding his arm.

He licks his lips, eyeing me up and down, before stopping at my face. His jaw drops. “Do…do you know who this is?” he exclaims, patting the bald one on his arm.