Gone with the man in the long black coat

[wickedslayer]

Just another fucking day. Another fucking day in the Cali State Penn and another fucking Bertha who wanted to throw down. What was it with these chicks? Didn't matter how many times I broke someone's wrist they always wanted to screw with me. One of these days my ass was gonna get jumped by about fifty of 'em and they were gonna get one up on me.

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[prodigal_slayer]

Before I could run he slammed into me, knocking me to the ground as the air rushed out of my lungs. Quickly I brought up a hand and gripped onto his wounded leg. He dropped the knife with a scream and I think I got about a split second to smirk before both of his hands wrapped around my throat and he started to squeeze hard. Opening my mouth with a gasp I tried to claw his hands away, pry them away. This wasn't teasing me like he had been before in the grass. That had just been testing me, threatening me. This was the real deal and I could see the rage in his eyes.

Desperately I tried to lash out at him as I coughed and choked, trying to squirm away from him. But his knees were digging into me, cutting off my circulation and everything swam. I was so numb it hurt.

"Please." I tried to beg him but it came out more a wheeze as my breath was cut off completely under his weight. My eyelids got wicked heavy and before I knew it? My vision began to fade and flicker until there was nothing at all. I was sure I was dead as I sank into the darkness.