~04~Run For Your Life¡!

Anita's POV

So, a quick recap shall we¿ my brother travelled to London this morning, I made a new friend...who is lively and cheery, makes me smile so much my jaw hurts and I got thrown out by my mother.

Great story eh¿ I'm currently walking down a dark, gloomy street, thinking of what to do and how to survive.

Holy fuck.

From the corner of my eye, I spot three men...the look they're sporting gives me the shivers.

I adjust my backpack which was still slinged on one side of my shoulder, take a deep breathe and keep moving, increasing my pace only a little so as not to look too suspicious.

I see one of the guys wink at me and I walk even faster, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Hey, where are you off to¿ Let's have a little fun" I hear one of the men drawl drunkenly

My heart pounds even faster and my pace increases again, now I'm nearly running.

I turn my neck a little to see all three of them taking long, fast strides towards me and my heart leaps into my mouth.

I place my backpack in it's rightful position, each strap on either sides of my shoulder and run...I run faster than I have ever run before.

Taking few moments to see if they're still on my trail, I turn back a little and in the flash of a second, one of the guys had my elbow in his big, tight grip and I inhale sharply.

"What a beauty you are" he breathes out.

I scrunch up my nose, he reeks of alcohol and sweat...disgusting

Ugh!

I tilt my head to see that one of them has stopped breathlessly and the other one is still far away from where we are and he looks out of breath.

I close my eyes take a deep breath and in one swift movement, my leg dashes up and gives him one hard hit where the sun doesn't shine.

"F**k, what the f**k is your problem, b***h?" He growls, letting me go immediately and bending to cup his probably sore below.

Or is it swollen¿ Well, what do I know about these kind of stuff¿

"Never mess with a blonde in crazy jeans and sneakers" I smirk down at him, give him the finger and turn to keep running before he recovers.

I keep running until I'm at least a few blocks away from them.

When I finally stop, I'm out of breath and find it difficult to breathe.

I collapse to the floor and let my bag fall to the ground.

Sitting there for a few minutes, everything that's happened to me in less than 24 hours comes rushing agonisingly slowly into my mind and tears spring to my eyes.

I wipe my tears furiously with both my hands but it's no use because it just keeps coming, not willing to stop.

I stand up and pick up my bag, heading to God knows where.

I need to find a job as soon as possible, I'll have to start searching tomorrow morning.

But where do I spend the night¿

Why does life have to be so hard on me¿

I hope tomorrow is better than today

I'm walking tiredly, looking for a place...maybe by a corner... To pass the night...

Maybe some music would help me feel better, I wonder vaguely as I remember the iPod stashed safely in my backpack.

I just hope there's no rainfall tonight.

Trying not to think about the sour reality that is my life, I focus on each step, it's not until I'm secured into the danger zone do I take in the scene in front of me.

The man in front of me has his back to me and a gun pointed at another man who looks like he's shitting his pants.

Oh God.

"Sir, I'm sorry, j...just g..give me a f..few days and I'll..." The man who has the gun pointed at him cries but the other man...who I'm now calling Mr. Devil cut him off

"Oh shut up" he says in a cold voice that sends shivers down my spine.

He's not even talking to me..

This is definitely not a scenario I'd like to be part of.

I rid my head of any thoughts of saving this man...Mr. Devil will probably just kill us both.

I carefully and quietly turn on my heels, I don't want to alert Mr. Devil.

I stretch my legs as wide as they could go to take long, quiet strides away from the danger zone.

I try to shut their conversation out and it works, all I hear are distant murmurs..that is, until..

Bang!!!

The loud, momentary sound of a rifle being fired fills the air.

I'm freaking terrified right now, the sudden impact of the sound had me frozen solid.

'Don't look back!!'

'Don't look back!!!!'

I scream this mantra in my head a thousand times but my body seems to have left out my brain somewhere in between the gunfire.

I turn back around against my better judgement and I gasp loudly at the sight.

The horror...Mr. Devil shot the other man right in the chest where I know for a fact there's no surviving from.

I watch as blood drips from his chest and in a few seconds from his mouth as well.

I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my frantically, trying to rid my head of the sight but it stuck...engraved to my brain.

I'm going to have nightmares of this all my life.

My hands fly to the side of my head to engage my hair in a tight grip.

Slowly I open my eyes and I see the man's lips already losing their color...so fast¿

Tears spring to my eyes, my heart jumps into my mouth.

This man..this man he's heartless, he's a beast.

My hands pull at my hair as a loud scream escapes my mouth.

And that for sure, alerts Mr. Devil.

He turns to me, his ocean blue eyes to my gray ones.

My mouth parts slightly as I drink in the sight of him. He's not as old as I imagined.

He's not old at all..he's really young and...and not bad looking.

Who are my kidding¿ He' gorgeous, he looks like he should be around my age or older by a year¿ maybe two¿

He has tousled dark brown hair which is thick and lustrous. His eyes are a mesmerizing deep ocean blue, flecks of silvery light performed ballet throughout. His face is strong and defined, his features molded from granite. He has dark brown eye brows which were sloped downwards in seriousness.

I watch as his eyes turn darker as he parts his perfect lips and speaks "Who are you?"

That snaps me out of my reverie and back to the reality.

I give myself a mental scolding for fantasing about this devilishly handsome beast.

Snap out of it, Anita.

One last look into his crazily beautiful eyes and I turn on my heels and dash off.

Away from the gloriously handsome murderer, away from the dead victim who I should have tried to save but was to chicken to do anything

You owe it to yourself and me to survive my subconscious snarls

'Not now, Lush' I scold

Yes, I gave my subconscious a name...and it's Lucious.

I run faster than the wind this time...I'm running back in the direction I came from...what the hell did I do to deserve this?

How the hell is this place so quiet...how could they not hear my scream¿

I scream again... And again...and again... I need help... Are the people in this neighborhood all deaf.

I don't hear footsteps behind me or heavy breathing or anything...maybe I lost the Devil.

I turn my head a bit sideways, reducing my pace to check if he's still on my trail.

In one swift, sudden movement, I'm pushed back against a wall.

Mr. Devil doesn't even look out of breath... And I look like a dying fish..

No fair Lushy pouts and I almost follow suit.

"Who sent you?" He gazes directly into my eyes and I can't help but squirm.

And it's in that moment, my hunger decides to resurface.

A loud grumble escapes my tummy and I avert my gaze out of sheer embarrassment.

And then I start to feel dizzy, the whole place is spinning.

I hear muffled sounds of Mr. Devil speaking but I can't make out anything he's saying.

I don't know if it's all the running, the hunger, the fear but at that point, my legs grow weak, my head fuzzy.

"What the fuck?" Is the last thing I hear before it all goes black.