Dirty Concrete and Bloody Faces

A Story by Adler_Thomas

Just a scene I thought of

Run faster! My brain screamed. My heart thudded wildly fast inside my chest. The strange looks that followed me as I pushed past people on the crowded sidewalk told me I looked wild. I had to run faster. The men in suits where so close I could feel them breathing down my neck.

Another flash of hot pain crippled me and brought me to the ground. What is happening to me? I spotted a dark alley not too far. I painfully pulled myself from the dirty sidewalk leaving bloodstains behind. I ran again to only fling myself into the alley. I rolled on my back and looked at the full moon.

Only a week ago, I was being named Homecoming Queen and now I was lying in a puddle of my own blood, on the dirty concrete of a dark alley, and running from the men in suits. How I wish I were back in the comfort of my old life. Tears began to run down my bloody, dirt filled face.

More hot, rushing pain rolled through my body but I was too tired to care. Heavy footsteps entered the alley. I leaped from my state of self-pity to take off again.

BANG!

A barbed net wrapped around me knocking me to the ground. I was trapped. I was done. I was going to die tonight. The heavy footsteps casually walked to my weak body. The men in suits had caught me.

“This is Bravo. We have contained Tigress” the man spoke into his earpiece. I let out a low laugh. That is what they called me? Tigress? I was humored in this dark time. “What are you laughing at?” Another man scolded. I was then met with a foot to my face. The barbs from the net embedded themselves deeper into my face. Images swam as I saw stars.

THUD!

The ground shook a bit. I twisted my body the best I could. He was here. His dark demon wings stretched out behind him. He looked down at my sad excuse of a body and his beautiful face twist into pain. I met his golden eyes and he felt the torment I was in. With a roar, I felt his distress and torture. He tore the suited man closest to him clean in two. Slinging the carnage to the side, he easily ripped apart the squad of suited men. I dipped in and out of unconsciousness wishing I could help.

The barbed net was lifted off of me taking some of my skin with it. Strong, warm arms wrapped around me and cradled me to his chest. His alluring dark wings spread wide sending us into the night air. The city lights blinked under us. It was amazing how they looked from up here. My head rolled as a weight of death pushed against me.

“Please don't die. I should of never of left you. You are everything to me. Please don’t die. Please God don’t take her soul. I love you. I love you, Elisa. I loved you the first day I saw you. Please don’t leave me. Please don’t. I love you, Elisa.” My heavy head fell back and the darkness took over me. “I love you,” echoed in my head. Funny, I never heard a demon say that before.

© 2016 Adler_Thomas

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Scheherazade

There was some good descriptive language here that was good at building an intense pace as well as tension and suspense. I think it could've benefited from another read through as there are some minor mistakes that kind of take you out of the flow of the story. But other than that, not a bad read.