I screamed between my clenched teeth, feeling blood on my lip from where I was biting it, then choked on the sensation of the knife withdrawing from my body before it plunged back in again, this time directly into my stomach. I tried to roll out from under him while he was rearing back, but instead found myself trapped by his weight and made the knife-wound worse with my wrenching. Although, the maddened rage in his eyes and the snarl that seemed to have permanently twisted his mouth into a jagged line would probably have barred him from winning any beauty pageants.
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Under that however, the skin bore more resemblance to carefully worked marble than flesh.Īll in all, he was surprisingly good-looking for a murderous rapist. Well, the big red splash-mark and accompanying downward trail that spread outward from his nose might have counted as a blemish. Not a scar, not a spot, I couldn’t even see any stubble. Similarly his skin, apart from its pallor, showed not a single blemish anywhere. His hair was black and wavy, and I noticed that it seemed to be in oddly good condition for belonging to someone hanging around trying to rape a woman in an Aberdeen alley. His eyes were off too, the colour of blooming lavender, something I didn’t know was possible in human genetics. He was pale – pale like marble, like alabaster not a colour human skin should have. The man reared back, and I got a good look at his face for the first time since I charged into the alley. But for karmic balance, the reflexive curling of my spine from the pain launched my forehead into his nose, breaking it instantly and knocking his cap off his head. It skipped off one of my ribs before biting deep into my lower right torso, probably puncturing a lung knowing my luck. Right in my face as it happened, startling me into letting go as he shoulder-checked me into the wall harder, cracking my head on the brick before he tossed me to the ground and then came down knife-first. There was a sickening snap sound as the arm broke, and the man screamed. I grabbed the elbow of that same arm with my other hand before wrenching in different directions. I twitched, backstepping into the wall behind me and just out of the knife's reach – then I grabbed the wrist of the hand reaching for me and did the first thing I thought of.
The man hadn't said a word instead, he must have been watching my eyes – waiting for me to shift my focus even slightly – because that was when he lunged forwards with the knife in his right hand, reaching out with his left to grab me and drag me onto the blade.
'I guess it's just the human thing to do though.' 'I always wondered why those people in horror movies ran toward screaming.' I thought to myself, breathing deeply and seeing the edges of my vision darken as they became less important than the man in front of me.Īnd the woman standing behind him, clothes torn and a panicked, fearful expression on her tear-tracked face. Plus, my knife was buried in a shaped pocket in my jeans that made retrieving it difficult.Īll in all, my situation - which had started at shit - was deteriorating by the second, and I was getting jittery from all the adrenaline entering my bloodstream. The fucker was fast, I knew that from the steady throb in my side where he’d snap-kicked me before I could reach him as I ran into the alley. I swallowed, feeling my heartbeat in my throat and ears, very aware that the only thing approximating a weapon I had on me was a Leatherman Squirt multitool with a blade measuring barely three centimetres, if that. The man in front of me, dressed in an olive jacket and grey cargo trousers with a cap overshadowing his face, shifted from foot to foot, tossing the several-inch-knife he was holding between each hand as he moved.