So, this maniac from the store we just hustled follows us into an alley and pulls his gun out and I look over at Kade. She’s just standing there looking down at her feet! We’re totally fucked. The guy walks over, unbuttons Kade’s coat and puts his hand down her shirt. She doesn’t move or slap him or anything. Holy shit.
He isn’t paying attention to me and his gun’s pointed at the ground. All my scaredness turns to pissedness and I jab him in the temple with the nail polish bottle pretty good and his hat flies off. It was that guy with the Ravens hat- damn!
The bottle slips out my hand and shatters when it hits the ground. For a second, I feel pretty good, seeing him sway around like he’s gonna tip over. Then he doesn’t. Just looks super angry. I wind back for a homewrecker punch, but he bitch-slaps me with his gun so hard I fly to the ground with a smashed lip. Blood’s dripping out. My whole face hurts. Feels like he chipped a tooth.
He growls. “Fuckin’ idiot bitch!” He rubs the side of his head. “Bad fucking move. I was trying to be nice.”
I giggle manically through the pain. He looks at Kade and she still isn’t moving, just staring into space. He looks at me and grits his teeth, waving his gun at me. My heart just about stops.
“Come here. Right fucking now.” He unzips his pants. “You’re gonna suck me till I blow like a whale, get it?” I’m too scared now. I can’t even move. He points his gun. “Right fucking now!” he yells. No one is around. I look back and forth from him to Kade. It was a nice vacation while it lasted.
I crawl over to him, not looking at his face. I don’t wanna see. I fall on my knees by his pants. “Look at me,” he orders. I look up. “Do it. Do it good and fast. And if you even think about biting, I’ll bury you and your friend in that dumpster tonight.” He grins like the devil. My lip quivers and I put my hand halfway in his pants.
He screams and jerks to the right. I think the gun’s about to go off. Bye bye life! Then he falls to his side right in front of me, holding his arm. The gun’s gone, slid away. There’s a young guy behind him in a dark hoodie, holding a wiggly black police baton that looks kinda like some fucked up dildo. The kid’s pretty, though. Nice, sharp jaw. Tall but strong. The whites of his eyes glow. He looks right at me and they go dark. I jump back on my ass and hands like he pushed me with his mind.
He raises his baton to the sky and WHACK! My eyes go wide as he smashes the pig’s head in while he squirms helplessly on the pavement. A few grunts and squeals. Blood and brains stream everywhere. My stomach flips over and I push it back down. Justice is a bitch. Not the first time I watched someone die, but like that... The kid kept whacking away at his head till it was splattered like a rotten pumpkin. I’m scared shitless, sure I’m next.
He turns to me with a sexy gleaming smile and red spattered on his hands and face. He’s not gonna kill me. My heart flutters and I feel powerful, like I downed half a bottle and smoked a whole cig in one drag.
He picks up the gun, wipes it down with his sleeves, and tosses it onto the roof next to us. Walks over to me and I cringe, but he sticks out his clean left hand. Not much choice. I grab it and he helps me straight up, face to face. He’s got beautiful green eyes, teeth like a wolf. He’s scary as all hell but kind of a hero at this point. A murdering hero. He transforms from a terrifying psychopath to my marble-faced Apollo.
I rattle my head clear and run over to Kade, shake her. She comes out of it a little, but she’s acting like she’s stuck in a trance.
“Hey! Babe! Come on!” I yell.
She mutters, sees the dead guy on the ground. Just stares. Her eyes are blank.
“It’s okay, babe. Someone saved us.” She looks at the kid confusedly as he wipes blood and brains off his baton with the dead cop’s shirt, makes it small, and puts it in his pocket.
“We need to get out of here,” the kid says. “You guys can do whatever you want, but I have a safe place we can go. You won’t survive these streets alone, so come with me if you want.”
Me and Kade look at each other. She’s nervous but still isn’t all there. I can see it in her eyes. But she didn’t really see the kid just save our asses, just the mess after. Guess it’s up to me.
I nod. She closes her eyes.
“Okay. We’ll come with you.” I smile a little but try to contain it. Murderous prettyboy? Dead curious, I gotta say.
“Alright, come on,” he leads. “Follow close. If I stop for anything, duck and hide till it’s done.”