~Chapter 5~
"Got you," He sneered, while I quickly brought my hand up to his that was dragging my hair, trying to pry his fingers loose.
But he pushed hard to the ground, falling face first. Ouch.
I struggled to get my footing, and instantly, I'm being picked back up, a hard slap sent straight to my face.
The force of the blow sent crashing to the ground again, my head spinning.
"Get up!" Mr. Tattoo shouted, making flinch. Slowly, I struggled to my knees, my eyes frantically scanning the surrounding area for sothing, anything that could help defend myself.
My face was on fire with so much pain, a lump already forming on my cheek where that hard slap was throw at .
Wildly feeling the rough forest, My hands were moving around, searching for a rock, a stick, or anything that could be used as a weapon.
And then, my fingers closed around sothing - a branch, about the size of my forearm, lying on the ground. Quickly, I gripped it tightly, fear and adrenaline pumping in my vain.
I was not going to go down without a fight.
"I said get the fuck up!" Mr. Tattoo exclaid, dragging back up again.
But this ti, he didn't expect a hard blow to his head with my sweet branch. I swung it with all my might, hearing the satisfying crunch of wood against bone.
His tight grip on loosened, and I used the opportunity to give another blow, aiming for harder this ti and he grunted in pain.
Not wasting any ti, spinning around and running like my life depended on it - which it did. The mont Mr. Tattoo regained his composure, I was dead.
He roared behind , giving chase. I ran as fast as my skinny legs could, my lungs burning.
The branch was still clutched in my hand, and I was ready to use it again if necessary.
"Bang!.... Bang...bang...bang!" Gunshots rang out, the sounds shattering the forest silence like a thousand shards of glass.
It isn't aid at the sky like the last ti. This ti, Mr. Tattoo was definitely trying to kill .
I'm fucked.
His malice and his intent to harm, made run harder than before.
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Just when I thought I couldn't run anymore, I saw lights up ahead, I ran so more minutes and burst through the trees.
Civilization.
I had run towards the roads on the other side of the forest. The lights were from the cars whizzing by with their headlights casting across the pavent.
I didn't hear Mr. Tattoo's voice again nor could I sense his presence lurking nearby.
Looks like I had managed to shake him off my tail by running and changing directions in the dark forest.
I continued to run towards the road trying to stop a car. I quickly dropped the branch, not wanting to seem threatening.
I waved my arms wildly, trying to flag down any car that would stop and help .
The headlights of the passing cars illuminated the desperation etched on my face. I felt like a wild animal fleeing from a predator, but I had to keep running until I was safe.
I saw a sleek sedan with tinted windows approaching, and my instincts told to run away from it and I did.
Sothing about the tinted windows made feel uneasy like I couldn't see what was lurking inside.
I would feel a whole lot safer if the car wasn't tinted, if I could see the face of the driver and gauge their intentions.
Trying to flagged down other cars, waving my arms wildly, and shouting for help. But none of them paid attention to , or maybe they just didn't care.
They whizzed by, one after another, leaving feeling more and more desperate.
I was starting to lose hope, wondering if anyone would ever stop to help when I spotted Mr. Tattoo and so other n coming out of a car parked by the side of the road.
Mr. Tattoo's eyes were on as he raised his gun and shot straight at , but just as the bullet was about to hit , a car passed by and took the hit instead. The sound of glass shattering was heard.
Without hesitation, I used the distraction to run as fast as I could down the road, but the car that Mr. Tattoo and his n had erged from began to chase hard.
It wasn't too long before I was cornered, the car blocking my path in front of , while Mr. Tattoo and his n closed in on from every angle, blocking every escape route I had.
I spotted so civilian cars that had stopped at a distance, with their occupants watching the scene unfold. But none of them got out of their cars to help ; they just sat there in their seats, watching like I was so spectacle.
So even had their phones out, recording the scene.
I watched in dread as Mr. Tattoo walked closer to , his eyes blazing with fury and his face had a few streaks of blood trailing down from the side of his head, where I had used the branch to hit him in the forest.
I rembered the branch I had used and a small spark of satisfaction flared up within . But it was quickly extinguished by the realization that I was now at his rcy.
Fuck!!
"I would so much enjoy killing you," Mr. Tattoo's sadistic voice said before sothing hard struck at the back of my head.
The impact was trendous, and I felt my brain rattling inside my skull. Everything went dark, and I was knocked out cold, instantly.
My last thought was how my life was a freaking ss and unforgiving.
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