A/N: Contains adult language, themes, and depictions of violence.
Through the Inferno
Prologue: Some Dumbfuck Shot Me
"Damn it," I whispered. I took a moment to check the bloody line on my shoulder before running. I was lucky. That was all that was keeping me alive: luck. I had been an idiot. I was careless. I should've known it was a trap.
I climbed the scaffolding as quickly as I could, ignoring the burn of my wound. I heard gunshots and knew they were catching up. I wouldn't let it end this way. I wasn't about to be taken down by idiots with guns. I felt another bullet catch my leg as I reached the top. This one bit deeply into my calf and I grunted at the pain. Still lucky. I climbed through the open window and down the side of the abandoned (at least legally abandoned) building. I hit the ground with a groan as the hole in my leg reminded me it was still there. I ignored it and ran. Stupid, stupid, stupid, I thought and headed for the hole in the chain link fence.
I heard a gunshot.
It felt like someone had hit my back with a freight train. I looked down and in the dim light of an old street lamp I saw a hole in my chest, right where my heart was.
I fell to my knees and started panting. It hurt. It hurt like hell. My stupid heart was still trying to work, still trying to pump blood through my body. It was pumping way too hard for something with a hole in it. I gasped and stars blinked in front of my eyes. I had never imagined it would feel like this. I had been shot in my arms and legs before and those had been excruciating. Those wounds were nothing, nothing compared to this.
I heard slow footsteps behind me as something sticky and warm spread under my shirt. Blood. I bit back the noise that threatened to come from my mouth. Even with a hole in my heart, I wasn't about to let anyone know how completely defeated I was. A pair of black shoes came into view and they stopped. I looked up and saw a man standing there with a smoking gun. Even as my vision blurred, somewhere in the back of my mind I knew him. I had seen him before, but I couldn't figure out where.
The man stared at me. He had seen me before, as well. I stared at him and tried to remember where I had seen those black eyes before. The short brown hair looked unfamiliar, though. His face… I knew his face. I had seen him before. His eyes widened and a sick grin spread over his mouth and reached his black eyes.
"Holy fuck, you're that little girl from all those years ago," he said with a laugh. I stared at him a moment longer before I realized who was standing in front of me. My eyes widened before they narrowed into slits and a growl rose from my throat. I coughed and tasted blood. My vision was doubling. I wouldn't last much longer. The man laughed a little more.
"The one that got away," he said as if he was reminiscing. "Very few people have walked in on me making a deal and lived. Actually, you were the only one." He smirked. "And then you became a little super hero. Have you read the newspapers? They were calling you… oh, what the fuck was it? Something like 'Video Vigilante'. Shitty, right? Yeah, well even if you've got a fucking stupid name, you still caused a lot of trouble for everyone."
I watched him as carefully as I could. Slowly, I lowered my hand and found the small dagger on my thigh. He was too busy talking about how big of a pain in the ass I was to his boss. I gripped the knife tightly and waited. The man leaned forward, a twisted smile on his face.
"I wonder what your real name is," he mused. "I doubt it has the words-" I was finished listening to him. With a speed that should have been impossible after losing so much blood, I swung my knife. The blade pierced flesh and cut across his throat. A sticky spray of red shot out of his neck before it began to pour onto the pavement. He coughed in surprise, spewing his blood over my face. He dropped to his knees and choked, grabbing desperately at his throat. A small smile played over my lips as my vision tunneled.
"Blair," I said. "My name is Blair." The last thing I saw before everything went black was the man's body twitching on the ground.
A/N: This is a small introduction to my OC, Blair. Don't worry, you'll see Middle Earth soon enough.
This is my first story, so please, let me know what you think of it!