Local Freak

When Blood Creeps Chapter 3 Katrina was diligently looking for clues. She had already found a few bloody fingernails on the dockside. As she was scanning the dirt road for anything unusual, she heard a group of people laughing. She shot up quickly; it was getting late and dark. The moonshine now illuminated the end of the alley-she could see four moving silhouettes… Black, bulky silhouettes. As they approached Katrina, she could see that the stirring shadows were four men. Four heavily armed men. Katrina stepped backward, preparing to run, but as soon as she moved, the men ran at her, daggers drawn. It was too late for her to run, the already had the unfair advantage of a head start. She stayed exactly where she was but she reached into her pocket, for a sharp blade. An unshaven brute with scruffy clothes strode towards her, pulling a deadly knife from his belt. “Empty your pockets missy. ‘Ow much money you got? We wants it all.” He said in a menacing voice as he clumsily waved his knife just inches from her face. “Come and take it if you want it!” She said, as she casually hid her dagger behind her back. The ruffians’ eyes followed Katrina’s hands, thinking she was hiding her purse, he leapt at her, as he did so, she swung her hand round and with a driving force, stabbed him in the throat. Blood surged out of the wound, his upper torso; crimson with pain. He staggered backwards clutching his throat, his life draining through his fingers. He fell onto a pile of beer barrels, agonising pain streamed through his body, he was going to die; it was only a matter of minutes. His blood crept past the barrels and stopped at the feet of his second associate. The second man was fuming; you could see the rage in his eyes, the veins on his forehead were bulging purple. He ran at Katrina, screaming madness at her. He was carrying a large ironmongers hammer, a heavy weapon made of steel. Katrina dived behind a stack of crates. The thug plunged his hammer at her, she ducked and rolled out of the way. A large crate and its contents crashed as the brute missed. Bottles, glass and red wine had spilt everywhere. It was quite difficult to tell now what was blood and what was not. He swung again, this time a sharp edge of the hammer caught Katrina and grazed her face. A drop of blood trickled past her lip. Katrina took a swipe with her dagger at his wrist, but he dodged the knife and fell against the wall. The hammer fell from his fist. Leaning against the wall, he took a blow at Katrina’s face with his big, clumsy fist. She dropped to the floor and thrust the dagger into his thigh. The thug shrieked with pain, but Katrina was not finished yet. She picked up the ironmongers hammer, stood up and with one quick, hard strike, the man fell to the floor, silently, unconsciously fell to the floor. By this time, the blood, the fighting and the skill of this young woman scared the other muggers into dropping their weapons and running away as quickly as their legs could carry them. The last man that she had attacked, probably the shabbiest of the group, began to stir behind the crates. He groaned and turned on his side, Katrina grabbed his long, greasy hair and pulled him into a sitting position. He opened his eyes and let out a small whimper. Katrina seized a smashed bottle and put it gently against the thug’s throat. “You give me answers, truthful answers to my questions, and I wont slit your throat. Fair?” as she said this, Katrina pushed harder against his skin. “No its not fair, but…” The thug murmured. “Excuse me. What did you say? Not fair? And I suppose its fair to jump on a woman and try and mug her with three of your scummy mates?” “No, but you gotta’ make a livin’.”He said moving around trying to stop the dagger from going any further into his thigh. “Oh, I’m sorry, are you uncomfortable? Here let me help you. ” Katrina said sarcastically, and she twisted and wriggled the dagger around in the wound before harshly yanking it out. The thug squealed in pain, tears pouring from his black eyes. “That better? Now if you answer my questions truthfully I will not slit your throat, have we got a deal?” Katrina said more forcefully than ever. Read more stories by Local Freak Comments Comment by hc very gooooooooooood Comment by big fella THAT WAS COOOOOOOOOL Comment by donkey.kong its a good cliff hanger. i love the speach use Comment by Princess Pink Punk kl story very good word ues Comment by Dead Connor Exellent whatever your proper name is. Comment by Princess Rock good story Comment by Skunks Smell Brilliant story i love it. The words you used were great and it makes me wonder what will happen next.