I woke up and there was no light. My head throbbed and for a moment all I
could see was stars in front of my eyes but after a few minutes my vision
cleared. I saw I was in a small unlit, unfurnished room with a single
window, lying on the floor. There were some men standing by the opposite
wall and to my horror I recognized them, it was the one and only Shadow as
well as his usual cronies, the Crypts. I couldn't see all of Shadow's face,
which then made me realize I never had it was always hidden in a cover of
darkness. My heart began to pound as much as my head and I began to
struggle with the rope that tied me up, which I hadn't realized was there
until just then.
Suddenly a new face showed up in my line of vision. It was Patrick.
"Hey she's awake! Let da fun begin." he said almost excitidly.
"Whudds goin on Patrick?" I asked in a croaky voice confused and disoriented.
"Foist of all darlin it ain't Patrick. Me names Razor an I ain't yer goddamn friend eidda."
I sat still for a moment, taking all this in than said in the most intimidating tone I could manage while lying on the floor, "You bastard, let me go."
"Or whudd? You gonna send yer baby friends on me?" he replied with a sneer. "I play wid da big kids toots."
"Ok, ok." that haunting voice said and I froze, "Dats enough, why don't we get down ta business?"
"Whudd are ye gonna do ta me? I didn't even do anything in da foist place! The only thing I did do was not dying when ye tried te kill me." I yelled at him, hate bubbling inside me and coming out in the form of words.
"Exactly." Shadow said simply, "We all want you to die very much don't we boys? We're just gonna have a bit of fun foist."
The first kick was blindingly painful and I lay crumpled wheezing for air.
"Why don't ye at least untie me? I can try to defend meself from youse....," I broke off as I couldn't think of a name foul enough for the disgusting men in front of me.
Shadow thought about it for a moment than nodded to Razor and another Crypt and they bent down and untied me.
"Dis might be interesting." Shadow said with an evil smirk on his face. "Now prepare to die less gracefully dan yer mudda."
I used the wall behind me for support and stood up slowly, looking around me at the six intimidating and disgusting excuses for human beings. I was thinking fast however, trying to figure out a means of escape. But at that moment at a nod from Shadow, Razor lunged at me. He grabbed my throat and began to choke me. I couldn't breath but reached out and jabbed at his eyes. I hit target and he yelled and pulled away from me. Now the adrenaline was pumping through me I moved faster. I headed for Shadow but was grabbed from behind by another man. I pulled my arm forward and jammed my elbow into his groin. This made him also let go of me. But then the bully in all of them took over and two men I had not yet injured lunged for me and while one grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back in a very painful manner, the other pummeled me with his fists. The pain was extreme and I had never been hit like this before. Finally they stopped and I dropped to the floor in pain and breathless.
Shadow was chuckling. I could hear him through the haze of pain in my head. The room was spinning so I just laid there on the floor. Then I saw it. One of them must have dropped it. I could see part of the handle of the knife gleaming where the moonlight from the window hit it. It was just in reach but I didn't want them to notice me trying to get it and pick it up. I pretended to roll around on the floor in pain therefore rolling closer to the knife until it was right by my left hand. I picked it up and felt the sharp edge of the blade in my fingers. Someone approached me; I could tell it was Shadow, because of his foul smell.
"Ye liked dat didn't ye?" he said to me with an evil snicker, beginning to bend down to get in my face. "Do you want some more?"
He was only about a foot away. I struck out with the knife and it connected with some part of him but I wasn't sure where. He was yelling as I jumped to my feet then almost fell again because of the tremendous pain. I headed for the window because some of the Crypts were still standing by the door. I punched the glass and it cut me but I didn't feel it. All I could think of was getting out. I climbed onto the sill and thanked the lord that we weren't on a second story. It was just a short jump down and then I was on the ground out of the building. I could hear however the bang of the door being opened forcefully on the front of the building which meant they were coming after me. I didn't know how I did it but I was up and running. At this point I couldn't even think anymore I just ran. I ran past buildings and down streets. I ran so much and I didn't even know if the men were still chasing me. I came to some docks though these did not look like the ones by the Brooklyn lodging house. I stopped running to catch my breath and then I saw nothing else.
Suddenly a new face showed up in my line of vision. It was Patrick.
"Hey she's awake! Let da fun begin." he said almost excitidly.
"Whudds goin on Patrick?" I asked in a croaky voice confused and disoriented.
"Foist of all darlin it ain't Patrick. Me names Razor an I ain't yer goddamn friend eidda."
I sat still for a moment, taking all this in than said in the most intimidating tone I could manage while lying on the floor, "You bastard, let me go."
"Or whudd? You gonna send yer baby friends on me?" he replied with a sneer. "I play wid da big kids toots."
"Ok, ok." that haunting voice said and I froze, "Dats enough, why don't we get down ta business?"
"Whudd are ye gonna do ta me? I didn't even do anything in da foist place! The only thing I did do was not dying when ye tried te kill me." I yelled at him, hate bubbling inside me and coming out in the form of words.
"Exactly." Shadow said simply, "We all want you to die very much don't we boys? We're just gonna have a bit of fun foist."
The first kick was blindingly painful and I lay crumpled wheezing for air.
"Why don't ye at least untie me? I can try to defend meself from youse....," I broke off as I couldn't think of a name foul enough for the disgusting men in front of me.
Shadow thought about it for a moment than nodded to Razor and another Crypt and they bent down and untied me.
"Dis might be interesting." Shadow said with an evil smirk on his face. "Now prepare to die less gracefully dan yer mudda."
I used the wall behind me for support and stood up slowly, looking around me at the six intimidating and disgusting excuses for human beings. I was thinking fast however, trying to figure out a means of escape. But at that moment at a nod from Shadow, Razor lunged at me. He grabbed my throat and began to choke me. I couldn't breath but reached out and jabbed at his eyes. I hit target and he yelled and pulled away from me. Now the adrenaline was pumping through me I moved faster. I headed for Shadow but was grabbed from behind by another man. I pulled my arm forward and jammed my elbow into his groin. This made him also let go of me. But then the bully in all of them took over and two men I had not yet injured lunged for me and while one grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back in a very painful manner, the other pummeled me with his fists. The pain was extreme and I had never been hit like this before. Finally they stopped and I dropped to the floor in pain and breathless.
Shadow was chuckling. I could hear him through the haze of pain in my head. The room was spinning so I just laid there on the floor. Then I saw it. One of them must have dropped it. I could see part of the handle of the knife gleaming where the moonlight from the window hit it. It was just in reach but I didn't want them to notice me trying to get it and pick it up. I pretended to roll around on the floor in pain therefore rolling closer to the knife until it was right by my left hand. I picked it up and felt the sharp edge of the blade in my fingers. Someone approached me; I could tell it was Shadow, because of his foul smell.
"Ye liked dat didn't ye?" he said to me with an evil snicker, beginning to bend down to get in my face. "Do you want some more?"
He was only about a foot away. I struck out with the knife and it connected with some part of him but I wasn't sure where. He was yelling as I jumped to my feet then almost fell again because of the tremendous pain. I headed for the window because some of the Crypts were still standing by the door. I punched the glass and it cut me but I didn't feel it. All I could think of was getting out. I climbed onto the sill and thanked the lord that we weren't on a second story. It was just a short jump down and then I was on the ground out of the building. I could hear however the bang of the door being opened forcefully on the front of the building which meant they were coming after me. I didn't know how I did it but I was up and running. At this point I couldn't even think anymore I just ran. I ran past buildings and down streets. I ran so much and I didn't even know if the men were still chasing me. I came to some docks though these did not look like the ones by the Brooklyn lodging house. I stopped running to catch my breath and then I saw nothing else.