Warning: This work has been rated 18+ for language.
Being jerked backward without prior warning isn’t a pleasant feeling, especially when you’re in a city. The pure dread that someone is trying to take you becomes the one and only thought that invades your mind, forcing every ounce of reason from you. The world slows, and the only noise is the beating of your accelerating heart.
The sudden stop of forwards motion throwing you off balance, forcing you to stumble into the arms of the attacker. “You clumsy fool!” It was such a strange thing to be said in this situation I just froze, the person who had pulled me forcibly off balance was insulting me? “I swear you just tried to get both of us killed, and with no consideration to those around you just walking around with no regard for others, ignoring the fact that someone could have gotten hurt, and oh my gosh you’re just standing there like a complete moron!”
Good impressions aren’t everything of course, in fact, many first impressions don’t give you a decent perspective of who a person really is, but most people have the decency to say hello before accusing the other of attempt at murder. Her blond hair framing her flushed face. A scowl cruel enough to make my grandfather turn in his grave was flashing in my direction, the complete and utter randomness of everything was just insane.
“I’m sorry what?” Was all I could manage, so much for human decorum. With a clearly infuriated huff and an aggressive thrust to my chest, she pushed me aside as she walked up to the building she had stopped us next to.
“This could have killed you.” The blunt delivery of such an intense statement is strangely terrifying, mainly because she was now waving a dart that just moments before she had yanked from bricks, which it had pierced as though they were wood. A silent, and none incriminating weapon, whoever the hell this was, she had actually just saved my life…
“Just watch where you go, and maybe you won’t die.” The accusation in her voice was so umbrage.
“I’m sorry, was I supposed to know I was being shot at?!” My confusion was quickly turning to anger and frustration, who was this person to come at me, acting like being shot at was normal, and should always be watched out for? She was making it seem as though I had intentionally walked into it. “Who the hell are you anyway?”
“The person who just saved your fucking life, you’re welcome.” The hate mixed with sarcasm in her voice was positively radiating from her, and without so much as another indignant breath in my direction, she abruptly turned and started to walk.
“Hey! Wait, you can’t just do this and, and then just walk away. I mean, come back!” The streets were quickly becoming more crowded, or maybe I just hadn’t noticed it until now. I could just make out the bright red hoodie she wore to ward of the last of chill of spring, disappearing into the stream of New Yorkers the colors blended, and as quickly as it had happened, she was gone. No name, no number, and no explanation as to why and how she had known there was a dart coming in my direction.