I shouldn’t have done this. I shouldn’t have come here to lose myself, when all I wanted to do was die, not end up in the hands of some muggers or worse …
“Please, just let me leave.”
Another one enters the scene, laughing, as he strokes his beard. “No, I don’t think we can do that. You see, I distinctly remember seeing a redhead just like yourself, butchering one of our own.”
My eyes widen, and I take another step back.
“Yeah, that’s right, on the parking lot nearby,” one lanky guy says. “With some white-haired guy.”
Oh fuck no.
The bearded man flashes a knife. “And I think we deserve payment for that.”
I backpedal a few more times, but in my drunken sway, I bump into a trash can and fall over backward on top of it. The men laugh, and while they’re distracted, I pull a knife from my pocket; the only one I have left to defend myself with.
“Stay back!” I scream as they come closer.
The first guy who sat next to me in the bar pulls out an even longer knife. “I think we’re going to have some good fun with you.”
When one is close, I swipe at his legs, cutting through his jeans, and I know I hit him, judging from the scream.
“Fuck! Grab her!”
The lanky one jumps at me and grabs my wrist, knocking my hand to the ground.
“Get off!” I scream, kicking and punching wildly.
The guy’s grin blurs so much it looks like it blends into the moon up above. And as more of them hover over me, the tears begin to stain my eyes.
Suddenly, the bearded one groans and grabs his own stomach as blood slowly begins to pour out onto the asphalt. I stare as the knife protruding his belly is pulled back, and he falls over like a sack of potatoes.
“What the f—”
The lanky one finally gets off me, and I crawl away from them … From the dark figure looming over the alley, the ghost-like mask shining brightly under the single streetlight, with red eyes reminding me of hell itself.
Ghost.
CHAPTER 47
Aspen
Is he truly here,or have I lost it?
Suddenly, the lanky one lunges at the figure, and the two throw knives at each other, swiping left and right so quickly I can barely keep up. The man is barely a match for Ghost as he sidesteps him and jams his own knife underneath the guy’s ribs.
He gurgles as Ghost pulls out the knife and aims for his neck next, tearing a hole from one end to the other.
I shiver on the ground as the blood sprays from his body.
“You motherfucker!” The bar guy pulls out a gun.
I scream, “Watch out!”
Ghost turns around just in time.
BANG!
He sidestepped, and the bullet entered the wall beside his face.
