Walking out the door of my last stop of the day, I examined the goods I had purchased for the full moon. Continuing down the darkening alley, I started to notice the shifting. Thinking it to be the sun setting, I got to the end of the alley, with a slight hesitation and a gut feeling to watch my back.
Making a left to head down main street, a strong powerful, large hand grabbed me roughly by my upper right arm and spun me around to face the man whom so rudely stopped my process. The man stood 6'2", slight heavy set man and scars riddling his face. Looking at me in anger, I tried to contemplate what it was that I had done to piss this guy off. In the time of my thinking, the slight girl from earlier today moved into view and recognition shot across my face.
"Is this the girl, baby?" He continued to shove me down as a group of 50-75 guys surrounded us, carrying various types of weapons.
"Yeah, that's her…look what she did to my beautiful face."
"Look, I'm sorry about all this…it seriously was just a bad misunder…" My sentence was cut short as I felt my body flying through the air, slowing, I hit and slid across the pavement. *That's going to hurt tomorrow.* I felt the switch from earlier switch again and this time I welcomed it. Feeling this unexplainable, exciting surge and it gave me the courage to stand up and turn to stare at the offending people. …standing… "Listen here. That bitch got what was coming to her, and personally," I smirked, "She looks better like that," I laughed slightly.
Suddenly, two of the guys charged at me, one sporting a knife. The first guy reached me, as I knocked the knife from his hand and punched him square in the throat to make him back off, as arms wrapped around me from behind. I jerked around, trying to shake him off, as I noticed the rest of the group closing in on me. Turning a little I pulled the guy over my shoulder and threw the guy as far as I could.
Hearing a thud and some random whispering from behind me, not paying close attention to what they were saying, as I continued to twirl, punch, and kick to keep the guys from getting a hold of me again. *I can't be caught…I must survive,* as I felt a presence behind me, I dropped to the ground, spinning and kicking the enemies legs out, and lifting my hand above my head to stop the item from smashing into me.
Looking up past what I noticed to be an odd guitar, I found myself staring into the most unique pair of grey…no, silver eyes. The look I was receiving and the feeling I got was instantly realized, Trust. *Why would I trust him?* As I continued to question myself, The mysterious guy removed the guitar from my hand and took out the guy coming at me with a knife, making a loud twanging sound.
"Thanks," I whispered as I stood, getting into a defensive stance again, willingly facing my back to him.
"No problem," he said, "Just didn't think it was very sporting for all these guys to gang up on one cute girl." At that moment I was glad I was no longer facing him, as a blush heated my face. Throwing my fist out and breaking the closest guy's nose dropping him instantly, I rolled into a swing kick, taking 4 more out, in turn, knocking them to the ground to watch them scamper away crying. With a grin gracing my lips, I continued on my path through the shrinking battle zone.
Staring at the remaining nine, "Do you seriously think you have any chance of winning this?" They continued forward as a loud roar and twang was heard from behind me, looking back at my enemies who had shocked faces as 6 ran off, leaving 3 left. *This will be easy.* Grabbing the first one by the head, I smashed his face into my knee, turned to kick the second one in the gut, leaving one remaining. As he went to grab for me, I caught the guy by the wrist, effectively twisting it behind his back and ripping it from the joint.
Relieved that the battle was over I turned to give thanks to the guy whom randomly decided to help me out…to notice him watching me. *Who is this guy?* I think to myself, "Thank you for the help." The guy looked like he was going to say something as his eyes diverted to the side.
"DUCK," instinct kicking in, I immediately dropped to the ground, in a perfect split, while supporting myself with my hands on the ground. Looking up I saw this new guy locking blades with the guy who threw me. "Get out of the way." Instantly standing and running off to sit on the curb in a daze as I continued to watch the two guys battle it out.
Looking at the ground, I felt the excitement from before start to dissipate as I continued to stare off into space, I saw a hand reach down to help me up. Grabbing the hand I looked up at the man's unique silver eyes again.
"What have I done?" Looking down.
"Survived."
"But, I'm a pacifist, I hate fighting."
"Even pacifists fight when their lives are on the line." Thinking about this statement was making me feel a bit better about what had just transpired. Looking back up, I noticed the man gathering my forgotten bags. "Well, need help carrying your stuff back to your house?" he asked.
"Um, sure…thanks again for all your help, that is." I say quietly with a sight blush upon my face, "My name is Alexzandria, but you can call me Alex." I stuck out my hand.
He grabbed my hand and said, "No problem, and I'm Aaron. Pleased to meet you Alex. SOOOO…where do you live anyway?"
"I live this way, you can follow me." As I started to walk down the street, Aaron stopped suddenly.
"Oh wait, do you happen to know where I can buy some cigarettes." I pointed my thumb to the right to the general store, to indicate the place. "Ahh, thanks, I'll be right back." He told me as he started off towards the general store that I indicated. *I have a strange feeling something is about to happen.*