How Vivien got her scars...
Vivien ran from her house, Nicks screams echoing down the alleyway. Tears trailed down her face, her throat was bruised from Nicks strangling grasp. Her bag was dragging behind her down the filthy alley. She stole a glance behind her to make sure Nick wasn't following her. He wasn't but she still ran. She ran until she could no longer breathe and the tears no longer streamed down her face. She fell against a building wall and saw a tavern across the way. She rubbed her eyes and headed over, she could defiantly use a drink.
She ordered her drinks two at a time, gulping them down hungrily. She needed to get away; she needed to form a plan. The more she drank the cloudier her thoughts became. Glancing outside she saw the sky darkening and knew she should find somewhere to stay. Slowly she stood trying to shake the drunken stupor she had gotten herself into. She paid her tab and exited the tiny pub.
Once outside a hand grabbed her and swung her back against the wall of the pub. Slightly dazed from all the drink she had consumed she stared at the man who had grabbed her. "Hello there just thought I should help you out. You seem to be in quiet a state." The man slithered. Vivien knew she was in trouble, it was late, she was alone, and she was female. Glancing past the man trying to find anyone out of the streets she stated as calmly as she could "I'm fine actually thank you though..." Quickly he slapped her across the face screaming "you should take help when it's offered you ungrateful piece of nothing."
His laughter echoed as he pulled her by her hair down the alleyway by the pub. Throwing her to the ground in the back of the alley he said with a sneer "You know you should really offer me something for trying to help you." Vivien stared at him and spat "I owe you nothing. I rather die then give you anything." He laughed "either way I have some fun."
Vivien didn't like her choices, die or be rapped. She stood slowly, her drunken stated completely dissolved now. She calmly looked at the man "I don't wish to die, let's get this over quickly. Just let me get my boots off." The man nodded "I knew you would see it my way. Just hurry it up." Bending down slowly Vivien began to unlace her boots. The man glanced away for a second and that is all she needed. Taking her chance she grabbed her knife from her boot and lunged at the man catching him in the shoulder.
He screamed in pain and punched Vivien hard in the face. Her face felt like it had exploded but she had to get out of this Alley. She kicked out and caught him in the knee sending him down. That was her chance and she took off running. The man was quicker then she had thought. She got to the entrance of the alley before she felt a blade sink into her side. Screaming in agony she tried to keep going. The man grabbed her by her shoulder and spun her around slicing upward with the knife across her stomach and chest. Vivien screamed and he threw her to the ground. Blood was every where, the blade was still in her side, and Vivien could barely see. She heard shouts from guards and heard the man flee.
The guards looked over at her and knew that had to get her to a hospital fast. The knife was large and it had been shoved deep into her side. The slash across her chest and stomach were incredibly deep and they feared she would bleed to death. They carried her to the hospital where the doctors slowly started the process of sewing her back up. Vivien blacked out half way to the hospital.
She ordered her drinks two at a time, gulping them down hungrily. She needed to get away; she needed to form a plan. The more she drank the cloudier her thoughts became. Glancing outside she saw the sky darkening and knew she should find somewhere to stay. Slowly she stood trying to shake the drunken stupor she had gotten herself into. She paid her tab and exited the tiny pub.
Once outside a hand grabbed her and swung her back against the wall of the pub. Slightly dazed from all the drink she had consumed she stared at the man who had grabbed her. "Hello there just thought I should help you out. You seem to be in quiet a state." The man slithered. Vivien knew she was in trouble, it was late, she was alone, and she was female. Glancing past the man trying to find anyone out of the streets she stated as calmly as she could "I'm fine actually thank you though..." Quickly he slapped her across the face screaming "you should take help when it's offered you ungrateful piece of nothing."
His laughter echoed as he pulled her by her hair down the alleyway by the pub. Throwing her to the ground in the back of the alley he said with a sneer "You know you should really offer me something for trying to help you." Vivien stared at him and spat "I owe you nothing. I rather die then give you anything." He laughed "either way I have some fun."
Vivien didn't like her choices, die or be rapped. She stood slowly, her drunken stated completely dissolved now. She calmly looked at the man "I don't wish to die, let's get this over quickly. Just let me get my boots off." The man nodded "I knew you would see it my way. Just hurry it up." Bending down slowly Vivien began to unlace her boots. The man glanced away for a second and that is all she needed. Taking her chance she grabbed her knife from her boot and lunged at the man catching him in the shoulder.
He screamed in pain and punched Vivien hard in the face. Her face felt like it had exploded but she had to get out of this Alley. She kicked out and caught him in the knee sending him down. That was her chance and she took off running. The man was quicker then she had thought. She got to the entrance of the alley before she felt a blade sink into her side. Screaming in agony she tried to keep going. The man grabbed her by her shoulder and spun her around slicing upward with the knife across her stomach and chest. Vivien screamed and he threw her to the ground. Blood was every where, the blade was still in her side, and Vivien could barely see. She heard shouts from guards and heard the man flee.
The guards looked over at her and knew that had to get her to a hospital fast. The knife was large and it had been shoved deep into her side. The slash across her chest and stomach were incredibly deep and they feared she would bleed to death. They carried her to the hospital where the doctors slowly started the process of sewing her back up. Vivien blacked out half way to the hospital.