A/N: Hi, its me again. I hope you are doing great and hope your day will be amazing because you can do anything. Put #StayPositive in the comment section if you want to be positive.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter it is the longest and I took a lot of time on it so plz enjoy it and again have a great day.

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What the hell were you thinking?

I asked Dereck, as I questioned him about making deals with some shady gang.

"It's not my fault he forced me to." Dereck whimpered in such a pitiful manner that I wanted to throw up.

"If I hear one more anonymous word about 'him' I promise you I will rip the teeth from your mouth one by one!" I screamed at him.

"I can't say! You think I want my teeth ripped out."

So he thought I was playing. I got my hands which were blooded from a few minutes ago and open his mouth. I selected a tooth and YANK. Blood began oozing from the space where the tooth had once belonged. And then I got another one, then another and one for good measure.

A total of 5 teeth were on the ground. They looked so repulsive that I crushed them with my shoes.

My dress had blood and saliva all over it and it was nauseating.

Dereck was crying, groaning, and fitting for all I cared, I needed my answers but of course I wasn't going to do anything that was unfixable, he could get some new fake teeth to replace them

"Now answer my question or you will be unable to for the rest of your life."

I held one of the knives that the man had in his hand. And got his tongue putting the blade on the tip of it.

"Who told you to set me up!"

"Fine, I'll tell you."

I signaled for him to go on. It was past my curfew.

"It was M, he was the one who told me to set yo-"

"LIAR!!!"

I cut him off in disbelief at what he was about to say.

I knocked him out with a hit to his throat and left him for the police.

I had no time for this it was way past my curfew and I didn't want my mum to worry.I called a late-night uber to pick me up and headed home.

I opened the door slowly and crept to my room, trying not to make a sound. I turned the light on and there she was sitting on my bed waiting for me.

I was screwed and I knew it.

"Where were you young lady, and what's that on your dress?"

Her voice was a mixture of stern and worry.

"The uber driver was late and we were at a horror-themed place so that's why there are the stains." I made the excuse on the fly and it seemed to work.

"Nevertheless, you are grounded for two weeks." I was about to protest but she had already made her mind, she probably made up her mind three hours ago when it was supposed to be my curfew.

I just sighed and watched her leave the room.

My body was limp and I was exhausted. I fell flat on the bed trying to process what had happened that day. how a seemingly amazing date turned into an alley brawl.

****** A few hours earlier******

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!

Dereck didn't respond.

"Let me explain, missy."

The man standing in the centre spoke up. He had tattoos all over his body. He was bulky and had a mustache that had clearly been unkempt for a long time.

It would have been obvious for me to guess he was the gang leader tight? I mean why wouldn't he be. But I could tell, for someone who was running a kidnapping operation he did talk a lot.

"I'll shorten it for ya. Your friend here sold you out and now you are getting kidnapped."

He told me bluntly.

The man around him started laughing which even boosted his confidence.

"We normally don't do this but the boss will have our head if we don't."

His expression changed and his face looked serious and I immediately knew they were not some petty criminal gang. They had all already surrounded me by this time blocking all my escape routes, so it was obvious I wasn't going to get out without a fight.

We can do it the easy way or the ha-"

"SHUT UP!, you keep going on and on about your boss, who is probably useless, and how you'll kidnap me but I am still standing here."

Anger was his new expression

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!"

They began charging at me, the fight had begun.

One of the men threw a huge left at me, a haymaker. I easily dodged it and the force of his own punch knocked him out.

Two men charged at me. One held a knife in his hand. He began slashing at me but he was just slow enough for me to dodge them. I managed to get hold of his wrist and force him to let go of the knife at which point I proceeded to knock him out with an overhead flip.

I made sure to keep myself moving to avoid being surrounded any further.

One of the men threw an uppercut and a right jab in recession. I managed to dodge the uppercut but I wasn't so lucky with the jab and took it to the face.

Though these guys didn't have good fighting skills they made up for it with power.

My head became light and began spinning and my legs felt like they were going to give in. I hit them to notify my brain to keep me moving.

I managed to regain composure. I counterattacked the guy with a gut punch and straight right to his face.

He screamed in pain, so I knew that my punches had an effect. I then proceeded to land an elbow the side of his chin which knocked him out clean.

At this point, I had knocked out around seven men but three remained. They were like the booses in a video game.

I decided t attack first which threw them off for a moment, I swang my left fist as hard as I could right into one of the men's guts.

CRACK

Something broke but it wasn't from him. My fist was out of commission for a while.

I used a roundhouse kick which we were taught in one of the self-defense classes.

It landed.

The man jerked back but immediately charged. It was a full-on endurance test. One on One punch fight. Though we fought for a while it was clear who the winner is. I managed to dodge punched to my vital points while hitting all the right spots on his body.

After a while, he fell, and then they were two.

The bulky man with who I had an encounter stepped forward to shadow the other guy who was kind of scronny.

The man pulled out a knife. It was a double-edged knife. He licked it and at a mere touch, his tongue began dripping drops of blood.

Suddenly, he swung the knife in a perfect arc towards my throat, I side-stepped out of the way. I felt something drizzling down my cheek, I tried to wipe it but it didn't stop. I used my hand to see what it was. Blood. It painted my hand though not recognizably but it was there.
He had touched me, but when, that was my question. he didn't waste any time and m=began lashing at me while laughing hysterically. His laugh was familiar but I couldn't remember from where.

He kept lashing and more and more cuts appeared on my body. From the slightest touch, a wound formed on my skin. The blade was deadly and I knew it but so did he.

I let my guard down and he swang it right at my face. I used my hand to hit his, to guide it on a slightly different arc.

I there him off balance and managed to disarm him. I was winning, I then attacked him but I became cocky and underestimated his strength. He managed to block my punch like it was nothing and began choking me. He grabbed my mouth and neck. I began squirming. Throwing my fists left and right.

But it became clear he was not going to let go. No matter how much pain he felt. Because he was a sadist. His pleasure came from pain.

It was no use fighting, I was going to die. My life flashed before my eyes.

But then

BANG

A bullet noise? where?

I asked myself, as his grip loosened and I noticed the hole in his chest.

I looked and saw the man was being hidden by him.

Why would he kill him?

It was confusing, but then he pointed the gun at me and tears ran down his cheek. His finger was on the trigger and it was clear he was going to shoot.

BANG

The bullet whistled as it went through the air. But then Dereck, who had set me up pushed me out of the way and took the bullet. It just grazed his arm a little but he acted as though he was actually shot.

I didn't waste any time in knocking the guy out.

I looked at the bodies and made a quick body count.

I looked and Dereck who was a sorry scene.

and asked him a question.

WHO THE HELL SENT YOU?!