Collisions
She tried to use her legs to push him off, and resume her freedom, but she seemed to not have the strength to enable it to have an affect. But then she felt his hands let go, and his lips leave hers, as though he was no longer there at all.
He stepped closer to the man, before forcefully pushing him into the wall. Once he had made sure he had let go off the young women, he raised his fists and hit him. The first time didn't really do much in his opinion, but by the third he had drawn blood and had finally found somewhere for his anger.
She didn't know what had happened but was thankful for it; the old gye seemed to have been pushed into the wall behind her. But then she saw it, another man, the one who had obviously pushed him of her he was younger and seemed to be stronger as he was now holding his fist in the air above the other man's face. She then watched as it smashed though the air, until there was a yell of pain and she realised it had met the old flesh.
Then it was raised into the air again, but this time it seemed to glitter in the streetlight, and it soon became clear that it was blood that ran over his knuckles.
Just as the younger man allowed his sparkling fist to smash into the tramp's face again, she dived forward, as all memory of the forceful kiss where cleaned from her mind. She grabbed the man's back and ripped him backwards, leaving the old tramp lying against the wall, which he had slid down and crumpled up into a ball at the bottom of.
In the nearby dim streetlight it was clear that he had blood tricking down his worn face, which was now t stricken with fear.
He slowly lifted his crumpled body from the floor, it was shaking all over, and only seemed able to manage to say: "th… thank you." Before running off, leaving the two alone, as everyone else had ran, scared of what the stranger was about to do.
She watched the tramp disappear into the black before turning back to him, she wasn't shore what to call him, her savour or just another attacker. The way he had hit that man, no questions asked just clean sweeps of his fists scared her. How could someone do that, it was as though he was numb to feelings, especially those of mercy.
Her eyes scanned his body, he was tall and wide, and he obviously was a wrestler just from seeing his muscles. Maybe that was why he stopped she thought to herself, maybe he was looking for an easy fight, to make himself feel big.
His clothes were clearly designer and expensive, no cheep knock offs for him clearly. While his face, it was tanned, topped of with a mass of dirty blonde hair, not that she truly took notice of it. She was to busy staring at his eyes, they where green and looked sorry, almost like a puppy who had done something wrong. It was almost as if they didn't belong to that body, but to someone else, a little boy or something, any one if it was someone else.
Hey stood in silence for sometime, neither one knowing what to say just staring, as green met brown, and the lines collided.