Get a grip! C'mon! Get angry! Don't let him do this to you!
She repeated it to herself, struggling. But her fear was stronger, he was stronger. He had moved his lips off hers, but she wasn't happy with where they were now. She shivered in disgust and pain as he kissed the soft flesh of her neck. C'mon Cat! Please!
It wasn't any good.
She just couldn't get mad. All she felt was fear. Her mind raced, trying to form a plan. Her legs weren't pinned anymore. She slowly slide her leg straight, resting on the cold cement. Then she quickly slammed her knee in between his legs. He growled and released her. She stood quickly. But he grabbed her foot.
She kicked at his head. He stood and grabbed her wrists. She slammed her head against his and threw him into the cement. He got back up and threw her against the wall. She threw a ngumi, punch to his neck, upper-cut him, then tossed him into a few crates. He got right back up. Someone jumped on his back and she had just enough time to catch her breath before her helper was thrown beside her.
“Here kitty kitty,” the imposter chanted.
She felt something snap inside her. Silver flashed, metal rang out against flesh, and then she just saw blood. Her own blood. She could smell it, saw her helper stand beside her and nod slightly for her to lead. She smelt fear, sensed pain, heard several heartbeats, felt the warm blood trickle down her hands, saw her opponent tense up in fear.
That was all she needed. She went into action, swiping, breaking, clawing. Anything she touched, she hurt. Only dakika later, she could see her opponent laying on the floor, dying from her strikes. She nodded slightly and moved again. She grabbed her kubeba and her bag.
She froze. She knew the voice, recognized it. As before, her shock subsided along with her anger. He ran over to her.
“Where are wewe going?”
“Why do wewe care?”
“Cat, you're hurt.”
The daze from her change left and she felt the pain instantly. She had been wounded. Her knees suddenly gave out and she toppled forwards. He grabbed hold of her, careful not to touch the deep gash in her stomach-side area. She weakly tried to brush him off.
“I'm taking wewe home.”
“No! Lemme go!”
He picked her up and started walking.
“Stop! Lemme go now!”
“Cat, stop. You're hurt and we're going home.”
“My nyumbani isn't with you!”
“It always was to me.”
“Shoulda thought bout that before.”
He ignored her again as he walked faster. She moaned, but couldn't peel her eyes open. This was too unreal. He wasn't saving her again. No....
“Go to sleep Cat.”
And then, she blacked out. *hits publish and hides*
...aka Tommy Bronson