These people are fighting to kill. It is infuriating to see them try to hurt my friends. When people come towards me, I’m not going to be nice anymore. I’m not going to dwell on any injuries I cause…not now anyways. Hopefully, I can do that later.
Two men come at me at once. I swing my sword out, but don’t connect with anyone. They jump out of the way and stand back into an attack stance. I think back to our training sessions, when Colton said to me, Well, I don’t think we really have to worry about you losing in an attack. Just do some of those flips. You’ll shock anyone enough to get the upper hand.
I drop my weapon and run towards them, their eyes widen in shock. I lunge forward and flip my body through the air twice before landing in the middle of two men. I swing my leg out in a full circle, knocking both of them to the ground. Once they fall, another man comes towards me. I jump up and kick him in the gut with enough force to send him backwards. One of the men that I knocked down previously stands back up and stalks towards me again, slowly, as if deliberating my next move. I have an idea.
I focus my attention, only on him, until I hear his thoughts. I know his every move before he does it. Sidestepping all this attacks, I am able to get an opening after he starts getting frustrated. I punch him in the jaw, causing his lower mandible to slide to the right. His eyes roll into the back of his head and he falls to the ground. I repeat this same move to the other two men who come after me.
With the three men down, I turn around to grab my weapon off the ground. However, I stop short when I take in the sight in front of me. I am surrounded by dozens of people, all looking at me with menacing glares. Their weapons are drawn and look ready to kill. I start backing up until I can move no more. Pressing myself up against a tree, I look around hoping to find something or someone to help me, as the men start swarming towards me.
There are too many of them for me to try and fight off on my own. A feeling of panic sinks in and then I hear a voice: “Ryanne! Run!” yells someone from my right. I turn to see who is talking to me and see Colton run past me, sword out. Running into the group, he hits many men in the process. I can’t move. I can’t take my eyes away from him.
Caught up in the moment, I don’t see the man that gets past him until he grabs me around the waist and starts dragging me into the forest, covering my mouth. He is wearing gloves, so I can’t try and bite him. I try screaming, but no sound comes out. I kick and thrash in his arms, but my struggling is futile. The man is much larger and stronger than me, so he’s able to carry me farther into the forest. This is the nightmare I had before and there is nothing I can do.
After being dragged for a couple of minutes, I start kicking his shins and trying to squirm out of his hold again. I have to do something.
“Stupid girl.” He yells at me, trying to stop my struggling. I feel something stab into my arm. The world around me starts to spin. My limbs refuse to listen to my demands and my whole body goes limp. Throwing me over his shoulder, he carries me father into the forest, surrounding me with darkness.
Chapter Fifteen
When I wake up, I am sprawled on the floor and shivering. Disoriented, I slowly sit up, my body protesting with each movement. The left half of my body is throbbing and feels bruised. I was probably dropped on this ground. I look around and all I see is concrete. Concrete floor. Concrete walls. Concrete bench on the far side of the cell. There is a small door on the opposite side of the room with metal bars connecting from floor to ceiling. I’m trapped. I can see men walking outside of the room, but no one looks at me.
My toes are going numb. I look down and notice that I am barefoot. They took my shoes? My hair is