|Two Brilliant (standard:adventure, 20070 words)|
|Author: AxelinSecret||Added: Jan 20 2008||Views/Reads: 1980/2405||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|“Ahh but you are forgetting mate, see that maybe what she wants – nothing lasts forever. Here’s a nickel’s worth of advice that I’m going to give you for free, it is better to die on your feet then to live on your knees,” he shrugged his shoulders, “And i|
Two Brilliant Chapter 1-My Business One small raindrop led the way through the sky. As it dived down it sliced a path through the air, past tall buildings and faces as they gazed from upper storey windows. An under-current picked it up and blew it to the west and it hit the underside of an exposed gutter. Walking the well trodden path home, a young woman ducked underneath an awning and felt the trickle of the raindrop running down her neck. Looking out from underneath she let the fresh rain wet her face and wash away the day; she smiled as she watched men running with newspapers over their heads and heard the sounds of women's heels hitting the pavement, as they made a mad dash to protect their blow dried hair. She stepped out from under the awning and walked steadily towards Mill Lane. Gently combing her caramel curls off her face, she turned and walked down the narrow street. The soaring hotel stood on her right, tall and shadowing, even in the near pitch black of the night. Her foot carelessly splashed a puddle as she looked over her left shoulder, disturbed by a noise. Scolding herself for being paranoid she turned back to the front, gently shaking her foot to get off any clinging droplets of water. The first thing she felt was embarrassment, not pain, and not discomfort – at least not the usual kind. She felt humiliated she'd run straight into a man, not paying attention to where she was going- she almost apologized. Then she saw the knife. She blinked, looked up into his face and breathed out hard. She turned to run, but two men had slunk up behind her and caught her, pushing her back. Holding onto her tightly the two cronies laughed as the man in front of her began to speak. “Walkin' d'wn here, jus' ta meet us?” he smiled, “And such a pretty one too, I am so glad you made the effort, sweetheart.” He grazed the back of his fingers down her cheek. She jerked with uneasiness. He pressed the knife up against her neck; a small cut appeared, no bigger then a centimetre, where he had laid the pressure. She didn't even whimper. “That's right, don't scream, don't yell,” he showed his teeth in a way that suggested smiling, but was actually carefully arranged to scare, “It will be simpler if ya jus' keep quiet. I don't want to have ta ruin that pretty ‘ead of yours!” He undid his belt and unzipped his fly, he shoed his friends off, yelled at them to make sure no one came into the lane. He pushed her up against the wall. “Just stay still darlin'.” She smiled back at him. Then she brought her foot up between his legs. He fell to the ground, swearing. The guys came running to help and blocked her exits. There was no way out. Terrified she backed away from them all, knowing she was cornering herself against the high fence behind her, but knowing she had no choice. The man limped forward and hit her with the back of his hand, her head bounced off the rendered fence behind her and she blacked out. Fog encased her brain; dull sounds penetrated it, but made no distinct sense. Thoughts were sluggish, trying to battle their way out of her mind, but getting caught up in the thick pea soup which fuzzed all through her head. A dull throb, the sounds became more distinct and her brain started to register what had happened. No more then ten seconds could have passed. She was lying on her side, propped up against the wall, the men were shouting now, trying to make a decision on what to do with, what they thought was, a dead body. She was still, she kept her eyes shut. “Come on – she's not dead, she's just unconscious, I didn' even hit her that hard!” “She's not movin'!” “Oh, God Mitch, I mean havin' a good time was one fing, but this is murder.” “I ain't murdered nobody. She just knocked out. It's better this way.” “Really? How so?” “Hey, guys – we came here for a reason! Usually they give us hell, makin' loads a noise and not stayin' still. Now we got a ‘compliant' one and yous aren't happy.” “That's sick man. That's disgusting.” “Alright, then leave. Never wanted you here anyway.” Footsteps of a man distancing himself from an unspeakable deed receded off into the distance. “So, you staying?” “Mitch...” “I said are you staying.” “Yeah, I'll stay.” “Good, that wimp is a foo-” he stopped, and then shocked said, “Who's there?” She risked a peek to see who he was talking to and saw a shadow flit across behind the two men. They spun around. “I said show yourself!” A man stepped lightly behind them, now between her and them. Gently picking her up and stabilising her balance on her feet. With a little nod towards her to say that everything would be okay, he turned back towards Mitch. “I'm right here.” “This is none of your business,” said Mitch, gesturing with his head at the now clear headed girl behind the stranger. “Oh, I think it is.” said this man, “In fact, I'm quite sure that you are the lowest of the low. Some of the most horrible examples of humanity I've ever met. Click here to read the rest of this story (1601 more lines)
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