Whitestripe

Chapter 8

Rayne Whitestripe

There were cameras around so they would know it was in self-defense, but it’s easier to get rid of the problem I.E., me than it is to replace an elder. I was perfectly fine with him using force to feel like he had the upper hand, but I was not okay with what he did next. While pinning me between his body and the receptionist’s desk, who by the way was STILL standing there gaping at us like a fish out of water, he snaked his hand around and started to fondle my breast. I mean, straight up grabbing it and squeezing it. What the actual hell?!?

No one was allowed to touch me without my permission, and no way in hell I was going to give it to a skunk like him. Deportation or death be damned, I'll accept that fate with open arms. I slammed my head back into his face. It was inches from the back of my head, so the extra force I put into it wasn’t needed as much as I just wanted him off of me. I hit him so hard I saw stars, but it got the point across with the sickening crunch of his nose and with luck the rest of his face breaking under the impact. He let me go holding his nose. He spat blood and obscurities at me, which I couldn’t understand but probably didn’t want to know and booked it out of the hall into the stairwell.

I got to the bottom of the fifth-floor stairs when my cell rang. I figured it was Gryatt wanting to yell at me more, but it was HQ main office. My stomach bottomed out in dread. Gryatt probably already called and reported the attack. I knew if I avoided the call though I’d be in more trouble, so I picked up. "Hello?" I said. "Rayne?" the speaker asked. It was male and sounded young. "Speaking." I stopped running the stairs. "My name is Alexander Firewing, I am your new reporting elder. I would like briefed on the case that you are working on at your convenience. I hear from Pryarasota that you were having issues with your prior Elder, and with what I hear about you, I’m surprised we’re not preparing for a funeral." I hadn’t been reprimanded yet, so either Gryatt hadn’t reported it, or it hasn’t gotten to him yet.

I heard why a second later, the stairwell door two floors up slammed, and the annoying voice of Gryatt yelling down the stairs at me came from above. “Rayne get your ass back here, you’re dead for what you did!” “What?” I heard the question in Firewing’s tone. I didn’t reply. Instead, I took off “Rayne, I demand to know what is going on?” Firewing growled through the receiver. I hadn’t hung up, but I was taking the stairs multiple at a time. “I uh…OOOOF” I got out before I was slammed into a wall, my face made contact with the wall as my phone dropped to the ground. I saw stars again. This time, I was concerned that I may actually have gotten a concussion.

Damn, Gryatt was fast. I didn’t want to attack him more than I had. I knew I was in deep s**t for what I did, even though I was in the right. f**k f**k f**k! I screamed in my mind. How was I going to get out of this without doing more damage to Gryatt? I ducked out of his grasp, he hadn’t had the chance to pin me or anything as bad as before. He was panting, and probably flew down here for all I know. He grabbed my hair as I started down more stairs. What a b***h way to fight, I swear. Hair pulling? Are we 10-year-old girls on the playground?! I swung behind me aiming for his knees. I made contact and he went down, unfortunately he went down still grabbing my hair, so I was pulled on top of him and on the stairs. I’d probably have some nice bruises if I got out of this alive.

I heard a very loud cracking sound, with a pop and a zap and the air smelled like sulfur about the same time Gryatt said “You’re going to die b***h” He wraps an arm around my throat and locking it in his other arm in a chokehold. I wasn’t about to die, and he wasn’t about to kill me. I felt another presence in the stairwell as I brought my elbow down on Gryatt’s male bits, causing him to let go of me and hold them howling in pain. I got loose and leaped away from him right into the hard chest of someone else.