A brunette girl amongst the dancing crowd in a bar looked out of place, not because of the skinny black leather dress and spiral heels she was wearing but because of the anxious look on her face. She Swift kicked off her heels-for easy movement;at a time like this she needed to be swift else they find her. Urgh, she iwardly regretted not listening to Calhoun to come with bodyguards. On there days she would fight them off easily but currently her body felt like it was made of lead.
'There she is get her!' a bold bulky guy who seemed?like the leader said.
'Oh no, whatever the cost Tristan's men must not get me' she immediately turned around and runs as fast as her legs could take her at the moment as the six men gained steadilly on her.
She moved through the exit to the street outside and continued. Her chest was burning, her legs heavy and weak and beads of persperation had formed on her forehead but she stubborn refused to stop, making several turns to a place far away from them. She reached a dark alley and suddenly stops as the training footsteps grew fainter....and fainter. She stopped to take a breather, she painted and tested her hands heavily on her knees. Suddenly she sees a?shadow from her peripherial view and the next thing she knew a huge hand had classes heavily on her nostrils and lips. She tried to class for something but her arms were locked by another equally powerful arm.
'Told ya this one is a hard one, we may have to say good night'
The girl bit through the hand camping her lips.
'Ouch!' shrieked the guy and this time he clanpedher mouth with a handkerchief and unwillingly her likes became heavily and eyes closed.
'What are you doing?' a tall lean guy asked, his face was hidden in the shadows.
'Piss off!!!' Another man attacked him with a blow but he dodged it deftly and instead banned the attacker's head hard against the concrete wall before sending him flying with a kick. The other one let the girl go and escaped.