Tak tak tak, of her heals hitting the concrete pavement as
she turns down a one way street. The
sound of her pursuers now less than a short block away.
Stumbling over a stray garbage bag set out several hours earlier
for the predawn pick up she cries out almost falling to her knees. Quickly recovering she has no choice but to
hold back anguish, she cannot afford to waste time. Yelling out has already proven to be futile,
only alerting more of his gang now riled by the hunt.
A beautiful prey celebrating her 21st birthday separated
from her herd of girlfriends by a fight with her boyfriend which seems so
trivial now.
Why did I turn down
the support of my friends, she
thought to herself. Stubborn by nature
even as a little girl she hid in her closet whenever things did not go her way,
preferring to be alone rather than seek the comfort of those close.
Now wandering the streets of New York she came across three
young men wearing red bandanas around their right thighs. Being a young well-dressed NYU student she
was quickly noticed, when they saw she was alone they slowly approached. Quickly recovering from her emotional
outburst she did not hesitate in darting the other way. Calling out for help only attracted two more
from a parked car doing gods knows what.
Now winded from the chase, her pursuers did not bother with
a stealthy approach, hooting and hollering, knocking over pails and banging street
signs they quickly closed the distance between them and their mark.
Her only option is to find a dark place to hide and hope
they pass her by unnoticed. Now a block
ahead with a turn of the corner obstructing their view she sees a dark alley as
a possible refuge. Ignoring that
screaming voice in her head telling her NOT to go use the alley, many scenes of
many movies flip through her mind as the clueless victim goes into the basement
or enters the attic or lets the hitchhiker into her car.
She moves down the narrow passage between the buildings,
dodging stray pails and ducking behind a dumpster. Making herself as small as possible she wills
herself to calm down, listen to her surroundings.
The sound of footfalls grows louder.
She takes deep breaths; taking control of her heart rate.
The men’s hollering seem to be on top of her.
Her breathing now a controlled rhythm deep breaths, in then
out in then out.
The steps slow down near the mouth of the alley.
In then out, her heart rate begins to pace her controlled
breathing, her hearing now growing more acute.
The group slow past the alley, one looks in as they move on,
sure that this beauty is not that stupid as to duck into such a trap; they
continue one so they will not lose their prize in an obvious hollow pursuit.
Nearly holding her breath she listens intently to the
clatter pass the opening, not daring to let the next one out in fear that she
will give herself away.
The men move on hastening the hunt to make up for lost time.
Listening to them moving down the block she finally releases
that aching breath, about to let the tears stream down her face, she holds her
hands over her eyes and begins to….
Suddenly a loud clink
clink clink of a glass bottle being kicked echoes off the brick walls of
the surrounding apartment buildings.
Complete and utter terror grips her, unable to speak or breathe
she falls heavily on her backside arms thrusted back to keep from lying flat on
the hard ground.
Two of the five gang members walk around the metal dumpster
eyeing the end of their pursuit almost seemingly eager for them to take
her. Like drooling hyenas they move
toward her, not bothering to hide their excitement, malicious grins plastered
on their faces the drool practically gleaming in what little light the moon had
to offer in this hell called an alleyway.
She looks upon them defeated her heart no longer contained
beating so fast it threatened to rip itself from her chest cavity. Not being able to get up she attempts the
only escape possible, a backwards crawl further down the alley, only to smack
against the previously unseen dead end.
The closer of the two adjusted the uncomfortableness in his
crotch, gently he goes to one knee as if to pop ‘the question’ leans forward,
now on both knees, brushes a tear from the stream off her right cheek.
His faux ‘concern’ only increases her terror, knowing what
comes next every fiber of her being screams at her to fight, but the shear
horror of the scene leaves her frozen in place, making her an easy prey as the
first man leans closer as if to kiss, cupping her left breast with the hand
that just before showed feigned compassion.
What happens next occurs in two heart beats, something she
will remember the rest of her life, seared into her brain as the sun leaves its
mark on ones eye after looking too long into the yellow ball.
Not wanting to make eye contact with her would be rapist,
she could not help but look at his grinning companion as her eagerly waits for ‘sloppy
seconds’. For a split second she forgets
what is about to happen and looks curiously at him. Catching her eyes he his smile disappears.
The man suddenly vanishes into the night sky, her head darts
up to follow the fucker as he quickly disappears from view.
The other man stops kissing her neck and leans back to look
at her face to discern as to why the sudden change in her victims expression,
the terror now gone from her eyes replaced by something else almost, almost, ruins the mood.
The girl, no longer enraptured with the person who is
engulfing her body, clothing still intact, she spies a dark figure standing
where the waiting gang member once stood.
Her breath is caught in her throat.
Before her attacker can turn around to see what she is
looking at, the figure steps forward grabs the man by the shoulder and tosses
him into the air, in pursuit of his fellow gang banger.
The girl takes one look at him, then covers her face in
fear. Not knowing what is to come next.
Instead of feeling the brunt of a possible third attacker,
she feels the embrace of caring guardian as the dark stranger hugs her, she
feels safe and begins to weep.
Still holding her hands tightly to her face she does not
dare look at her protector, in fear that it was just a vision brought upon by
trauma.
A distant memory plays at the corner of her mind as the
figure lets her go.
“Kinse.” She whispers as she is completely released from his
grasp.
All of a sudden another hand grabs her arm and tears her
hand from her face, light rushes in and she lets out a long overdue scream, her
only thought was the rest of the gang was here to finish the job!
As the new arrivals come into focus, the sound of the busy
street rushes into her ears. She is
surrounded by her friends that she left at the club what seemed to be an
eternity ago. Now sitting on the curb to
the left of that club, the dark figure nor the other gang members are anywhere
to be seen.
“My God Donna, where the FUCK did you come from?” the one
who pulled her arm exclaimed.
Instead of responding Donna grabbed ahold of her best friend
pulling her down hugging her tightly.
Her friend hugged her back allowing the relief that this
girl is ok wash over her. Tension leaves
loosening the once taught muscles in her back.
“Jesus.” Said one of the other girls, as they all giggled at
the awkward sight.
© 2013 Kinse, My Sweet Hero
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