Chapter 2
Kirby's feet pounded against the cement as she ran down the alley. The night had consumed the
planet of Gaia but in a few hours a second sun would rise. She didn't like having daylight for more than 8
hours but at least she wouldn't be so creeped out about traveling alone. She reached a four way and
stopped. Kirby turned her head one way and then the other scanning the darker alleys. It seemed clear.
Seemed was never a good word though. That's what life had taught her and made her stronger by. She
started running again but felt a hand grab her shirt roughly and toss her back into the cement. Her head hit
the ground hard and she felt sets of hands grabbing at her. Kirby cussed wildly and fought hard finally
letting out a hard kick to someone who staggered backward. She clambered to her feet and stood staring at
a group of gangsters. "Stupid…" she mumbled and launched herself at them. Her fist shot out quickly
connecting with what sounded like a jaw. Then she brought her leg around knocking two to the ground.
They scooted away, looking more frightened then ever. One last person stood before her.
"Here I'll let you attack me, it seems fair." Kirby said grinning. His hand reached inside his coat and Kirby
decided it was not the best idea to give him the upper hand. She never had liked guns and always had bad
experiences with them. As he pulled it out, she launched her self to the side and then ducked as he fired the
first shot. It whizzed by her head and she pulled up in front of him. Kirby's knee came up into his groin and
he yelled out in pain. He fell to the ground and started shooting wildly. She ran away as bullets flew by her.
One ripped through the side of her arm and she cried out in pain. Kirby skidded to a stop and ducked
behind a trash can. She pulled down the arm warmer that was drenched in blood. The bullet had entered
and exited thankfully but she needed to get the bleeding under control. She took off the arm warmer and
then wrapped it tightly around the wound. Kirby bit her lip as the pain seared through her.
Someone in the distance yelled out and footsteps lingered near her. Expecting to see the guy who shot her,
a mercs head popped into view to where she sat. "Found her!" he yelled and advanced towards her. It was
no use fighting really she was wounded bad and about to pass out from blood loss. But Kirby also didn't
want to get taken back to the place where they raped little girls who had been sent there for little crimes.
The cries of the old and groans of men who had problems or night frights made her nausious. When he
grabbed her arm it didn't help much either. Kirby leaned over and bit his arm as he tried to drag her from
her spot. His hand reached out and smacked her hard. Her eyes watered but she wouldn't cry, she never did,
especially not from a slap. It had happened time and again. So she tried tearing the skin off of his arm.
Disgusting? Yes. But she had to do something to keep him away. His hand that had slapped her grabbed the
hair left out in the open, uncovered by the hat. It made her let go but she struggled and struggled until his
other crew mates came and pinned her to the ground. They rolled her over and grabbed both of her arms to
handcuff her hands. Then the one she had bit lifted up her head and put a piece of cloth around her mouth
and gagged her. Kirby growled fiercely but it didn't help at all. Only a muffled sound came out. Two metal
clamps were placed around her ankles and someone hoisted her up by the unwounded arm.
"Gunshot wound?" One asked her that had blue hair. He asked nicely so she nodded, but then again they
might be able to clean it out and dress it right later on.
"Come on." One said and lifted her onto his back, taking her to the ship that would lead her to the place she
hated most.
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