Let's see, where to start, I adopted this story from azaldhre. Zie wrote the original versions of the first five chapters, the base plot and most of the original characters in those chapters, however I have made changes, so there are something things that are the same and some that are different.

WARNING: Attempted Rape, Sexual Violence, and Violence

Sarah's POV
She slips quietly down the alley, holding her breath as she inches deeper into the shadows and prays that the clearly drunk men following her would overlook the badly lit opening between two seedy apartment buildings. Her hand, snakes into her pocket, reaching for her phone that her dad bought her the previous year for Christmas. Carefully, she pulls it out, pressing the button to turn it on, only the screen doesn't light up. Shit, she forgot it died during dinner. She shoves it back into her pocket as she tries to keep in the shadows and quiet.

When she hears them yelling at each other and shoving their way into the narrow entryway, she hisses in frustration. She turns sharply to the right, following the curve of the alley straight into a brick wall. Her eyes quickly scan the area to see if she can escape from some other way.. When she doesn't see one, she spins around to see the outlines of her stalkers in front of her, standing between her and her escape.

Keeping one eye on them, she continues looks around, hoping for a previously overlooked entry to an escape route. Hissing again, she reminds herself sharply that this is the real world. No impossible Labyrinth here for you to solve with magical exits, Sarah-girl. Just drunk men who definitely have knives who are probably going to kill you!

Quickly, she presses herself into the wall against her back and hoping that they possibly can't see her in the shadows.

"Well, well, look what we have here. A little mouse, all by herself. Don't you know it's dangerous to be out in the dark alone little mousey?" The man who is obviously the leader of this group from the way the others are following his lead taunts as he moves towards her, a knife glinting in the faint light of the alley and a disturbing leer stretching across his shadowed face.

Behind him, his gang spreads out from what she can hear. A moment later one of the men towards the back turns on a camping lantern, joking to his companions that he wants to be able to see what they are going to do to her. Some of them even touch themselves in dark excitement at what they have planned for her.

She shivers in revulsion, using the light to count them and starting to mentally calculating how many she needed to take out to get away. There's only six of them. No big deal. Just six drunk, violent pervs between me and freedom. When she realizes that there are actually eight of them, she has to fight back panic.

All of them are armed and leering at her with sadistic arousal metaphorically, and in some cases, literally.

Should have taken the step-monster's ride home. Oh god. Not good. Shit shit shit, she thinks, still forcing back the panic/ She rarely regrets turning down her step-mother's offers, but right now she would most definitely prefer spending time with that nagging woman than dealing with this.

As the leader closes the space between them, she forces herself to relax, biting her lip nervously as she plans her escape. When he gets within reach of her, she lashes out, slamming her heel into the side of his knee, and bolting forward. The next two she dodges, making them slam into each other as she continues on her path. The fourth she kicks in the knee cap, pleased to hear the high pitched scream he releases as it breaks. She attempts to use her smaller size to slip beneath the fifth and sixths reach and escape to safety.

"Help! Help me! Fire!" She screams as loudly as she can, lashing out at the seventh's leg and just barely missing as she darts towards the entrance. "Help! Fire! Help please! Fire!"

It was useless. Strange hands grab a hold of her, dragging her back into the alley, and holding her struggling form still.

Fear keeps her from being able to keep screaming as her throat closes in panic.

"Hey Michael, this was your idea, so you get first choice. What do we do with her?" The man with a vicious grip on her hair asks of the one who had first approached her.

Michael, the first one she had kicked, turns and looks her up and down. His lips curve in a cruel mockery of a smile slowly and saunters over. His smile only gets wider as she doubles her attempts to get away. Trying to break away from at least one of the sets of hands holding her. She is immensely disturbed by his expression and the fact that he plays with the knife in his hand as he moves in their direction. His eyes promise more vicious entertainment for him than she wants to be part of, along with retaliation. Once he is close, he leans in and casually cuts off her cotton sweatshirt, nicking her skin repeatedly in the process.

"Can't do anything 'till we know what we have to play with now can we?" He suggests cruelly.

When her ruined sweatshirt falls open, he looks up and down her body again, eyes lighting with maliciousness and lust as he sees that she is only wearing a sports bra beneath her sweater.

He nods at the man holding her hair, and she whimpers when a knife is pressed to her throat.

Michael smile turns even more savage when another person presses a hand over her mouth.

"We can't have you shouting for help now can we, little mouse?" The gang leader taunts her.

In one quick swipe, he cut off her bra, knife intentionally slicing into her flesh at the same time. All of the men laugh as her body tenses and she hissed into the dirty hand covering her mouth. She freeze when the blade at her neck presses into her skin enough to prick it, a small trickle of blood running down to join the pool starting to form in the cut down her sternum.

Oh god no. Oh god oh god oh god. She thinks frantically as she tried to kick Michael as he forces himself between her jean clad legs. Her teeth sink into the hand over her mouth and when it is yanked away with a yell, she screams as loudly as she can. "Someone help me! Fire! Please! Someo-" She is cut off as the one she bit slaps her hard, causing her to see stars and for the knife at her neck to bite in deeper.

The hand is roughly forced back in place over her mouth and Michael laughs in dark amusement at her.

"I think you just pissed him off, little mousey. After I'm done with you I'll let him go next." The gang leader sneers. His hands unbuckle her belt and unbuttoned her jeans. She whimpers as they are roughly cut off of her by flashes of knives when they don't slide off smoothly. The tattered remains of her pants falling to the ground.

She suddenly thinks of the goblins who have been steadily invading her closet for the past fourteen years and of how they loved to tear her clothes to pieces when on a sugar high. As her underwear was cut off, she screams. Pain rushes through her as she was sliced open again, blood dripping down onto the ground.

Again she bites into the hand over her mouth, only this time when it moves she doesn't scream, "I wish the-" she begins only to be cut off by one of them shoving a piece of her destroyed clothing in her mouth before covering it again.

Licking her across her neck and rubbing his face in the blood coating her collarbone, Michael mocks her, "Get yourself ready little mousey. I'm gonna rock your fucking world."

Rage fills her, and she gives another attempt to fight, jerking her head hard to the side and spitting the pieces of fabric out. Whipping her head forward, she bites his ear as hard as she can, tearing away with horror as she realizes there was a chunk of flesh in her mouth. She is thrown against the wall of the alley as Michael roars in pain, a hand clamping over his freely bleeding ear

She spits out the chunk of flesh and retches, a mix of blood and bile leaving her throat. "I wish the goblins would come protect me," she manages to gasp out, forcing herself to believe and remember.

While the men are still in shock, she flings herself passed the group of men, all of whom were staring at their bleeding leader as he swears and groans in agony. Racing back towards the entrance of the alley once more, she screams for help and that there is a fire as loud as she can, knowing that people should still be out in droves on the main streets since it is the dinner hours.

"Help me! Oh God! Fire! Help Me! I wish the goblins would come protect me! Som-" Hands grab her again, cutting her off in shock.

Abruptly, she is aware of a throbbing pain in her chest and an odd inability to breathe. Looking up she see Michael standing over her and it makes her wondered when she had fallen down. Following his eyes down to her chest, her mind noted that it was incredibly rude to stare at a person's breasts, especially when they had a knife sticking out o-.

She blinks twice to make sure she is seeing this right. A knife. In her chest. She looks up dazedly only to jerk her head back as the asshole spit on her and starts to walk away.

Only he never quite makes it back to his group. Shadows ripple and move, silver flashes through the air, screams of horror and pain surround her. One by one, each of her attackers goes down, never to move again.

When she tries to stand up and move out into the street to get help, she becomes aware of the icy numbness spreading across her body, and a strange lethargy that left her unable to move. Instead, she sags against the wall closest and closes her eyes as the last of her consciousness flees.

She was unaware of the light surrounded her body. By the time the soft glow fades nothing remains but gruesome scene of blood splattered and pooled across the alley.

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