Bubbles P.O.V.
I glanced at the darkening sky wearily.
I had got out of work late today since I had agreed to cover Buttercup's shift. But, as I rarely came out at night, I felt really paranoid.
I felt like someone was watching me.
I looked over my shoulder again and shivered. It was the same man from the Waffle House I worked at.
I quickened my pace and prayed that it was just a coincidence. I
took a few unnessaccary turns and my breathing became labored when I still sensed his presence behind me.
I jogged around a few corners, terrror pushing me into a run. I leaned against the wall in the alley I had stumbled into, trying to catch my breath.
Just when I was sure I'd lost him, I felt two strong arms pin me to the wall.
"Got you bitch." He growled.
I screamed as loud as I could until he silenced me with one harsh blow to the stomach. I started lashing out at him, scratching and slapping his face.
I froze when he held a switchblade up to my neck.
"Yeah, that's what I thought you little cunt! Now don't move or I cut your fucking throat!" He shouted and I felt hopeless tears well up in my eyes.
He ripped the jacket off of my shoulders and was starting to tear off my jeans, when heshowed up.
"Rape is illegal you know." A thin man wearing a hoody stated from the entry to the alley.
"Not that I have room to talk about breaking the law, but, personally, I find rape a disgusting act that only desperate people perform. Desperate people have no place on this earth." The man continued, removing his hood and giving the man pressed up against me a demented look.
"What? Shut your fuckin' face and get out of here!" My attacker yelled at him.
The young man brought out a pyschotic smile and pulled a knife out of his pocket. He charged at the man, still wearing that horrifying smile.
He stabbed him once in the back and then man cried out in agony, collapsing to the pavement.
But the insane man didn't stop there.
He got on top of my attacker and plunged the knife repeatedly into his chest. Before the rapist was dead, the young man turned him on his stomach and poitioned the knife at the back of the man's jeans.
The man turned to me, "You may want to turn around."
I did, without question. I suddenly heard a blood curdling scream and the young man shouting, "How does it feel to be fucked with steel?!"
After a minute of the petrifying screams that no grown man should make, it got very quiet. I felt a light tap on my shoulder and jumped fifty feet in the air.
I turned to face the smiling young man, now covered in blood.
I fainted right about then.
