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her eyes, the same black eyes the male had. “I do like the taste of girls. Unlike my friend there, I’m not picky at all.” And she licked my neck.
“Ugh, what the fuck, let me go sicko,” I shouted in disgust.
“You are extra sweet, it seems,” she hissed in delight, opening her mouth and flashing a pair of white canines amid an aray of yellowing teeth. She, too, was filthy; her hair matted with even more dirt than her clothes, with streaks of black on her cheeks.
"Please remember who is following us," the small girl said, sounding much older and bored by all of this.
"Relax Alisa, we lost him ages ago and you know I like to savor my food," said the girl holding me.
“Hey Alisa, are you sure this tooth will grow back, it’s just not the same, you know?” You could hear him running his tongue in the slot where is tooth was missing. Eugene had been pinned to the ground by the male, held in a hold you see on cop shows. Alisa didn’t answer, but was looking around instead, listening for something. “Hey, did you hear me?” he called again.
“Yes, it would have.” Alisa’s tone was now cold and calculating. I thought I heard her say “Oh well, there goes all my fun” very lightly.
“Would have? You said it would be fine…” He trailed off, looking in the same direction as Alisa now.
“Yeah, it would have,” said a fourth voice; this voice I knew. It was rich and creamy like the sound you would expect honey to make. It echoed off the metal beams that held up the subway tracks and for some reason I felt relief fill me. “Now, let him go, Jason,” Alik said, dropping from the tracks and landing gracefully on the street in between all of us. In his shadow was the girl who I recognized as the DJ from his club. She was carrying something that looked like a long sword you would see in some museum on Asian culture; she was taller than Alisa with straight black hair and almond brown eyes. Her pale skin was a stark contrast with the black eye shadow she wore. Her deep black knitted dress and leggings seemed to have a relation to Alik’s black suit. The sweet smelling rose in her hair seemed to clear the disgusting smell from the air given off by the other two.
“Or what?” Jason said, taunting, still holding Eugene down.
The girl with Alik then leaned forward and disappeared, only to reappear behind Jason. I couldn't follow her movements except for the bright gleam of silver that flashed and lit up this cold dark underpass. Jason's body fell onto its side, his head rolled away and blood flowed from his neck like thick syrup. Eugene screamed, scrambling to his feet and running away, yelling “leave me alone,” actually leaving me alone.
“Jessica, let her go,” Alik said, his voice no longer the rich creamy tone I liked, but was deep and cold instead.
“No,” Jessica said, and the little girl leaned forward again; Jessica moved as well, jumping back and taking me with her. She stopped about ten feet from the girl’s sword tip, which was glowing in the dim streetlight. It felt like I had been punched in the stomach and I was winded from the speed we moved at. “Your little toy doesn’t scare me, but if you want her so much, here,” she said and kicked me in the chest. It was the single most painful thing I had felt in my life. The scene around me blurred with the speed I was moving. The little girl moved again and Alik caught me in his arms; I coughed and I saw blood when I looked into my hand.
Alik laid me down and ripped open my shirt, his cool
“Ugh, what the fuck, let me go sicko,” I shouted in disgust.
“You are extra sweet, it seems,” she hissed in delight, opening her mouth and flashing a pair of white canines amid an aray of yellowing teeth. She, too, was filthy; her hair matted with even more dirt than her clothes, with streaks of black on her cheeks.
"Please remember who is following us," the small girl said, sounding much older and bored by all of this.
"Relax Alisa, we lost him ages ago and you know I like to savor my food," said the girl holding me.
“Hey Alisa, are you sure this tooth will grow back, it’s just not the same, you know?” You could hear him running his tongue in the slot where is tooth was missing. Eugene had been pinned to the ground by the male, held in a hold you see on cop shows. Alisa didn’t answer, but was looking around instead, listening for something. “Hey, did you hear me?” he called again.
“Yes, it would have.” Alisa’s tone was now cold and calculating. I thought I heard her say “Oh well, there goes all my fun” very lightly.
“Would have? You said it would be fine…” He trailed off, looking in the same direction as Alisa now.
“Yeah, it would have,” said a fourth voice; this voice I knew. It was rich and creamy like the sound you would expect honey to make. It echoed off the metal beams that held up the subway tracks and for some reason I felt relief fill me. “Now, let him go, Jason,” Alik said, dropping from the tracks and landing gracefully on the street in between all of us. In his shadow was the girl who I recognized as the DJ from his club. She was carrying something that looked like a long sword you would see in some museum on Asian culture; she was taller than Alisa with straight black hair and almond brown eyes. Her pale skin was a stark contrast with the black eye shadow she wore. Her deep black knitted dress and leggings seemed to have a relation to Alik’s black suit. The sweet smelling rose in her hair seemed to clear the disgusting smell from the air given off by the other two.
“Or what?” Jason said, taunting, still holding Eugene down.
The girl with Alik then leaned forward and disappeared, only to reappear behind Jason. I couldn't follow her movements except for the bright gleam of silver that flashed and lit up this cold dark underpass. Jason's body fell onto its side, his head rolled away and blood flowed from his neck like thick syrup. Eugene screamed, scrambling to his feet and running away, yelling “leave me alone,” actually leaving me alone.
“Jessica, let her go,” Alik said, his voice no longer the rich creamy tone I liked, but was deep and cold instead.
“No,” Jessica said, and the little girl leaned forward again; Jessica moved as well, jumping back and taking me with her. She stopped about ten feet from the girl’s sword tip, which was glowing in the dim streetlight. It felt like I had been punched in the stomach and I was winded from the speed we moved at. “Your little toy doesn’t scare me, but if you want her so much, here,” she said and kicked me in the chest. It was the single most painful thing I had felt in my life. The scene around me blurred with the speed I was moving. The little girl moved again and Alik caught me in his arms; I coughed and I saw blood when I looked into my hand.
Alik laid me down and ripped open my shirt, his cool
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