Authors comments- Hey I'm not sure how good I am at writing about violence so I'm sorry--
Recap:
"HELP!!" I could hear it carrying into the town and across the ocean that spread out behind me, a barrier of water that stopped my escape. The youngest member of the group decided to attack while I was off guard, launching himself at me in a primitive, animalistic way. I dodged quickly and gracefully to his dismay. Now the other marines decided it was time to get involved they began to grab at me and some trying to rugby tackle me. I avoided most of them, others scraping at me. It was at the moment that the largest marine was about to attack me that I felt it. I could feel that stinging in my eyes and the ache in my neck. Before everything went black all I could see was a fist three seconds away from my stomach promising pain when it reached its destination.
I saw a hand extend towards me bathed in green light. I reached for it; my hands were covered with blood, my own? I didn't know. What I did know was that my eyes were closing, where the mans head should have been were the lids of my eyes, casting a black shadow, like a finger over the lens of a picture. My hand clutches at his in a desperation I have never felt. My stomach, which I can feel on the floor beneath me, feels painful. I stop moving for a second, a groan leaves my cracked lips as again my eyes close and darkness envelopes what little light there is left in the night.
Something warm is holding my hand, tickling it softly, affectionately. I open one eye to see a triumphant looking bear of a man above me. I cast my eyes across a few of the men they wear similar expressions. The thing holding my hand isn't as affectionate as I originally thought, in fact suddenly it has become offensive. A red snake of liquid coils across my arm, drying in places, where it is coming from I don't know. Beneath me the soft sand drinks up the liquid hungrily. A voice floats over the sound of waves and the heavy breathing of the men.
"You are sure?"
"Almost certain"
"Almost?" Replies the first voice. The sound of his voice is somewhat feminine in an annoying way, he sounds very nasal and the type of man who feels the need to mock everything you do.
"Well, it isn't something you can really test is it?" The voice previously unknown to me is Roy's.
"Agreed, so how are you so sure?" There was a silence for a moment or two, an image came in to my head of Roy pondering the question.
"To many coincidences. Right before the thing in question she blacks out, it's not normal."
"Agreed." The man replies again. "The commander will be able to tell for us anyway." He continued. In my head I was questioning who they were taking to this 'commander' but in the pessimistic part of my brain I knew it was me. I decided it was time for me to show them real speed. I've heard that when you believe you are in a situation that is certain death your muscles become stronger and you become faster. My body had already decided this wasn't one of those situations. I threw myself forwards regretting it after the pain in my stomach made stars appear before my eyes. Still I begged my body to deal with it and carry on. Working through the blinding pain of a few broken ribs I stumbled forwards, catching myself before I fell, with two hands on the floor I pushed my body forewords running like an animal and catching the previously victorious men off guard. My body wobbled from side to side as I ran making the pain in my stomach worse still. The previously stunned men were now running after me, calling out with loud voices, there feet unnaturally quiet, padded by the silky sand that lay beneath them. I was making great time, I would be away from them soon enough, my destination the small cliff on the left hand side of the beach. If I could keep a steady pace to there I would have time to throw myself off and swim to a secluded area, I've seen it lots of times in films. The small cliff begins to get bigger as I get closer. Almost there. Almost there. Almost-
My toe struck a hidden stone tripping me and sending me headlong into the sand. The men behind me pissed off that their victory was soiled by my running away thrown themselves on top of me in order to incapacitate me. It works, the youngest throws himself at me first grabbing my arm as he falls and squashing it painfully beneath his knees, another bearded man grabs both my legs also landing painfully on the back of my legs, making me scream, I never expected to have such a heavy wait on me. Two of the less organised men merely throw themselves where the previous two marines are; I hear a painful snap, hoping it's not me I close my eyes, thankful for the numbing in my arm. A larger one jumps on my back, squashing my stomach beneath me; I feel the pain of my ribs like a thousand splinters going through my chest. The last one, the one who punched me previously merely stands on my hand, effectively pinning it to the floor and striking a pose at the same time. I bite my lip in order to keep from crying out, I can already feel salty, warm tears falling down my cheeks and into my mouth. I can hear the padding of feet behind me, then standing in front of me. I open my eyes and witness a pair of plain black shoes before my eyes.
"Angel, Angel, Angel." His voice is smothered in a fake caring manner, a voice a mother would use after her child has fallen and scraped their knee, here though there is no care, this man wants something and he wants to humiliate me in order to get it. Now I'm a proud girl, don't get me wrong I really am but I do not give in to people who want to use me in their selfish schemes, maybe I'll change my mind when I'm about to die but here and now I'm not changing my mind. I'm proud enough not to soil my reputation by following after these people. "What are we going to do with you?" He kneels down and cups my chin, lifting it painfully to face him. "Maybe before you were confused Angel. What I'm offering you is not a request it's a command!" He lets my head go and I feel it fall in to the sand, bits of salty grain go into my mouth forcing a disgusted expression to appear on my face. I lift my head up to reply to the disgusting man, but I realise I don't need to. Behind Roy is a glow of green light and silhouetted in the green light is a man I have seen only in my visions. I watch as the silhouette lifts a cross above his head and brings it down with a sickening crunch.