I got out of the pile scratchy hay and started to brush it off my clothes. Getting it off my jeans was no problem, but the sweatshirt was a whole other story. Little bits of hay had gotten in every little fold of it. There was also a ton in the hood an in the sweatshirt itself. I sighed and started to pull it off. The strange looks I was getting from the other people had become glares. Some people started whispering to each other.
"What are you looking at?" I shouted to the forming crowd of people. I could hear their snickers from across the road.
"Hey! Get lost!" I yelled. The group of people started to separate. I finally got my sweat shirt off, and I was just wearing my red tee.
It was so hot! I wish I brought shorts…
I continued down the road, when I heard clanking metal behind me. It was a strangely familiar sound. I turned around on instinct. My body told me to run, but my head said, "Hey! Free directions outta' this crazy place!" I saw three guards come around the corner. They immediately saw me and came over, smiling.
"Hello, miss. Do you need any help?" asked the tallest guard, who also appeared to be the oldest.
"Yeah… I was wondering about how to get out of this city." I said, fiddling with my hair. I was nervous, for some unknown reason.
"Come. We'll escort you out," said the slightly chunky one. The third stayed silent the entire time, watching.
Was he a newbie? Maybe he's just trying to learn how to be courteous.
The oldest guard stayed in front of me as we walked, while the chunky and silent one stayed behind me. We rounded a corner. We entered an alley.
"Here we are!" said the guard in the front, while rolling up his sleeves.
"Um, now we aren't!" I exclaimed as I moved back towards the entrance. The two guards shoved me back into the alley. One grabbed my arms as their leader approached.
"You know, you shouldn't wear such revealing clothes." He gestured to my shirt.
"What? There are sleeves!"
"Barely. Hold her still while I start."
I looked up, scared out of my wits. I heard a screech from some sort of bird. I strained my eyes to see what it was. A golden eagle circled above. I was mesmerized. A man in white crept to the edge of the roof . He nodded.
I suddenly had a burst of energy. I knew what to do.
I kneed the leader in the crotch. The others let go of my in shock. When the guard bent over, I brought up my fist. It made contact with his jaw, making a satisfying crunch. As soon as I knocked out him though, the others grabbed me again. I struggled, but I couldn't free myself.
"Make sure she suffers," said the guard, who was currently on the ground, trying to get up.
"You'll be the ones suffering, I believe," said the man in white.
The guards looked up, and yelled "Assassin!" The two unharmed ones drew their blades. The assassin jumped down and landed with cat-like grace. He looked at me, straight in the eyes.
Molten gold eyes met my chocolate brown ones. They were beautiful. My gaze ran down his face, soaking in the details. He looked about two or three years older than me. He barely had any stubble. He had a pronounced jawline, and a perfect tan.
Yeah, I was pretty much hooked. Seriously. He was HOT.
The only imperfection on his face was a scar that ran down his lips along the side. I thought for a moment.
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