..What If.. -- Club Alien

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What if I'm a snowstorm burning?

What if I'm a world unturning?

What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow

Much too deep?

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Kat was dismayed that she hadn't been able to convey we message silently, but not surprised. Hell, in the murky darkness of the alley, she couldn't even make out the stranger's face! It didn't help that her long tresses were hanging wild across her eyes either. And sticking to the blood that had begun to weep from her nose on top of it. Damn it, why did he have to have such a tight hold on her hair? If she thought for even a second that she could somehow make him lose his grip without getting cut from ear to ear, she'd jump on that chance. But the way he was holding her, it didn't offer a lot of leeway. Oh, how she'd love to jam the heel of her stiletto into his balls, make him forget about ever touching another woman again!

The ginger and younger male passed a look at each other as Paige spoke about prison time, as if it was the first time in had crossed heir minds. In reality, it WAS the first time that they had considered the consequences. The younger male seemed to visibly pale, and backed towards the mouth of the alley a couple of steps. "We weren't gonna kill her man! Just have a little fun, that's all!" He whined, looking to the ginger for agreement. The ginger opened his mouth to speak, but at the suggestion that the girl be handed to him, he shook his head. "Naw man, I don't want her. What if he did call the cops? Lets just jet. She ain't even that hot. Could probably do better at a strip joint."

"Pussies." The blonde growled to his buddies. He seemed to consider Paige's offer to a fight for a moment, but ultimately decided that he was at a disadvantage what with his eyes an all. He was lucky the stupid little bitch didn't blind him. "Why fight you for her when I ready got her? Shit deal man. I ain't wantin' nothin from you. Screw your truck. You got 30 seconds to get the hell out of here before this starts to get messy." The blonde snarled, pressing the blade firmly into the soft flesh of Kat's neck.

Kat had been holding out hope until that point. The man with Paige's voice was offering the moon and stars for her freedom, and hear idiots had to be willing to take the bait, right? Wrong. Apparently crazy won over greed, because suddenly the knife was painfully sharp against her skin. If he pressed harder, he was sure to break that vulnerable skin. Kat was fearful to even draw a breath, scared that even a slight millimeter of movement would be enough to pierce herself. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to prepare for whatever was next. She didn't want to die in a dirty alley, but maybe it was for the best. She could only the hope the man trying to help would get away before the tree crazy bastards decided they didn't want a witness.

Suddenly, the wail of a siren could be hear in the distance. It seemed far away, but it was obvious that it was drawing nearer. "Aw shit! The cops! Lets get out of here!" The younger male cried, and in his panic he pushed past Paige and out of the alley. The redhead turned towards the blonde, his face a mask of fear. "Come on bro, lets get outta here. I got a warrant!" The blonde looked at Paige in disbelief, letting a string of vile curses loose. For a moment, he looked absolutely insane..like he might kill the girl despite the fact he'd surely get caught. In a stroke of luck, he changed his mind, shoving her roughly to the ground instead. He stepped over her, pointing at Paige with the knife. "I'll get you, asshole. Believe it." He growled as he followed on the ginger's heels out of the alley.

Kat hit the pavement hard, skinning her palms and knees as she went down. She yelped despite her resolve, but her attention immediately was drawn to the the men as they receded from the alley. She pushed herself up so the she could sit, breathily heavily. She knew she had to get up, get out of the alley...but for the moment, she was too stunned and too dizzy to even chance getting up. She immediately began to try to straighten her torn blouse to cover her half exposed breast. She pushed her hair out of her face, grimacing at the matted feel of the bloody strands on her hand. When she had effectively covered herself as best he could, she pushed herself to her feet. Immediately dizziness claimed her, and she leaned her back against the brick wall at her side to keep herself from falling. "Shit.."

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What if I'm the kindest demon?

Something you might not believe in

What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen

To sleep?

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