He was coming. He was coming. She had to get away, and as fast as possible. She skidded turning around a corner, nearly falling down in the process. She had to get away, and fast, or else…Ellese swallowed. She didn’t want to think about it.
As Ellese sprinted past garbage cans that were sillueted in the moon light, a black figure with a flashlight lunged itself at her. His arm wrapped around her and his shoulder drove squarely into her back.
Ellese was running at such a fast speed that, when she fell, she didn’t have enough time to register that she was falling, let alone catch herself. She slid across the rough, rain-slick pavement for a few feet before coming to a total stop. The craggy ground tore up her bare arms and ripped and tugged at her thin silk shirt. Ellese tried to get up, feeling warm blood trickle down her arms and seep through her shirt.
The black man, sitting on top of her, grabbed her head and smashed it against the pavement. Purple lights swam in front of her eyes, and Ellese barely clung onto consciousness.
Realizing that she was still awake, the man turned her over and punched her over and over again, Ellese too weak to fend off the blows. The dark man grabbed his flashlight and raised it over his head, ready to bring it down on her skull. Ellese knew this was the end.
That was when a thrumming filled the air. The man dropped the flashlight, which hit Ellese squarely in the chest before rolling onto the pavement. The man took off, disappearing into the night.
“Hey! Hey! Hey, are you okay?”
The voice sounded strong and worried, and his hands fluttered around her. After a moment, frustrated, he gave up. “I have no idea how to fix you,” he muttered to himself. “I’ve got to get you to Marcy.”
The hands picked her up and flung her over his shoulder. Then, he ran. From the wind whistling by her ears, it seemed like they were traveling fast.
Ellese couldn’t hang on any longer. She lapsed into unconsciousness.
