Hey! Sorry this is kind of short, but this is my first story so please review!
What if I never get the chance to fall in love? I thought.
A streak of silver flashed in my peripheral vision. The blade came closer. Before it could plunge into my stomach, I neatly dodged it and sent a foot flying up to crush my attacker's knee. He crumpled in pain; however, his buddy stepped up to take me down.
"You wanna try? C'mon Let's go!" I taunted him. I settled into a fighting stance and bounced on the balls of my feet. He lunged at me, and I swung out of his grasping arms. Stumbling, he charged at me again. He cocked his right arm back. This time, I wasn't as quick.
Stars blossomed behind my eyes. I tried to right myself, but he was there on top of me. Now he had the deadly knife of his impaired friend. He held it slightly above me with a sneer spread across his revolting features.
"Tell me! Where is she? Where is Lissa Dragomir?" He screamed in my face. I growled back at him.
"I would never tell you!"
"TELL ME!" This time, I just spat in his face as way of response. "You're going to pay for that one," His slimy voice whispered close to me. A fiery burning spread its way across my arm. I realized that the blade had painstakingly crawled its way down my arm, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. My tormentor pinned me down so I wouldn't escape. My lip throbbed where I bit into it to contain the budding scream that bubbled in my stomach.
"TELL ME!" he yelled.
"NO!" I bucked my body in futile hopes of fleeing. All that came out of this attempt was for another agonizing line to be carved into my skin. This continued on for what seemed like an excruciatingly long eternity before he let up.
"Looks like you won't talk then." As he said this, he marked my face with a powerful swipe of his weapon. I couldn't restrain myself. I howled loud enough to wake the dead that surely lay beneath me in the dank alleyway.
"Something to remember me by," he said menacingly. Roughly, he pushed my shirt off of my shoulder. He held the knife so that it barely brushed my skin. "Tell me where she is, and I'll stop." In response I wriggled my body in one last effort to get away. It was no use. My body was totally drained. The torture had sapped all of my strength.
Blood streamed from my face into my eyes and mixed with the tears that sprouted there. The knife sliced something right below my collarbone. I whimpered in anguish.
"I'll be back," he threatened as he stalked off. Under different circumstances, this would have called for a patented witty Rose Hathaway quip. As it was, I just lay discarded on the cold pavement as the world turned black.