This is my first submitted story or whatever, so critism... would actually be quite helpful. ENJOY THE FIRST CHAPTER FOR DIS STORY GUYS.
It was all so noisy. My head hurt like hell, the noise coming in on all sides.
A short red head bumped into me as she got pushed from behind.
She gave me an apologetic glance and scurried through the people on all sides.
Why was it so crowded? I don't know. Most people tried to give everyone some space to at least move their shoulders.
My breath began coming in faster. Someone knocked into me- I felt their hand on my hip before my knees and hands met the harsh pavement.
That was it. I needed to get out. I got up and slowly started navigating my way through the crowd, trying not to touch anyone else. I had never been a big fan of crowds, and my paranoia was creeping up on me. My breath comes in sharp inhales and my hands start to shake. I shove them into the pockets of my black and white striped jacket and pick up the pace.
My breathing's slowed down by now, as I'm in front of my door. I live in an apartment and my room was right at the edge of the hall, a flight of stairs running down at my right. I reach into my pocket to get my key, but it isn't there.
Maybe they got knocked out of my pocket when I fell over. I sure hope not, but I still felt very uncertain.
I hear loud footsteps and turn around. There's a man in a large coat and the glint of a bronze key shines out of his right hand.
It's my key.
I freeze as we make eye contact. He has black eyes and reddish brown hair curls around his face.
He doesn't look very menacing but then a crooked smile cracks across his face and he starts towards me.
I give a sharp intake of breath and turn to run down the stairs. One hand on the railing, I move as quickly as I can down them without falling over.
I hear my pursuer's shoes squeak on the stairs and hear him fall over and slam into the sharp corners. I don't dare stop to look but instead just keeping going, which is a good choice because I hear him getting up and come at me, fast but careful.
I reach the bottom of the stairs and I sprint across the hall, shoving the back door open.
The cold air beats against me and the cars aren't loud, nor plenty, but that means that if that guy gets me-
My worn sneakers thud against the rough concrete as I bolt down the alley.
I hear his laboured breath behind me and then his hand shoving into my shoulder. I tumble forward and start trying to crawl away.
His foot smashes down on my back.
I give a sharp gasp of pain and my face collides with the ground, I raise my head and my blood is on the ground below me.
While I'm frozen in shock, he bends over and pulls my top half up by putting his arms under my arms and pulling up.
Scream, I tell myself. Someone will hear and help.
I open my mouth to do that as my knees scrape against the concrete but his hand clamps over my mouth.
I shake to try and get it off but he whacks me in the side of the head with his free hand, and all the time I'm still screaming, the sound muffled by his hand.
Two of the fingers over my mouth are pressed against my teeth and gums, almost under my top lip.
My teeth clamp over his fingers like a steel-trap and don't let go. His screaming and cussing is accompanied by more whacks to my head.
Now he's thrashing, trying to remove my teeth from his fingers. I feel a sharp pain in my forearm, but my teeth are clamped hard over the thick skin covering his fingers, and his fist is bashing into the side of my head.
I taste his salty blood seeping through his now torn skin. I wonder if I bite hard enough I'll remove his fingers.
His fist finally smashes into the side of my head hard enough to make me let go and feel my own blood in my mouth. I slump to the ground and my head leans on the brick wall.
"Usually bitches like you are easier to kidnap," he says, and I hear the pain in his voice. His boot thuds down on my ankle, which is always fragile at best. I hear it crack and feel the sharp pain. "Guess I'll just take all your valuables, eh?" he gives a painful chuckle and I hear him scampering off. My eyes are closed, my vision's gone blurry. Tears run down my face.
"Help," I croak. My voice is terrible and raspy. And not loud enough.
"Help," I rasp out. It's louder, but it hurts my throat.
"Please, help," I say, louder.
"Help," The hot tears running down my face drop onto my shirt.
"Please. Help. Please." My throat hurts so bad. I wish someone would just hear me.
"Please! Help!" I attempt to yell. I double over in pain, clutching at my throat, but someone's heard. Relief briefly clouds the pain as I hear shoes scraping against the pavement.
That's the first chapter, guys! Did you like it? Do you liek mudkipz? Please review and I'll try to update often! :D