Project LOTUS: Beautiful Monster

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Familiar

I FELT the tip of the knife being pushed further to my waist. The old guy also leaned closer to me that I can already feel and almost smell the disgusting stench coming from his filthy mouth.

"Walk straight and don't do any unnecessary movements," he instructed me using a voice that screams peril.

"What do you need?" I tried to talk while carefully walking like what he instructed.

"Shut your mouth, kid. I only told you to walk and not to talk, right?" He barked at me. I felt the knife being pushed further into my waist.

"Just keep on walking!"

I took another step, I felt him following me from behind. On my third step, I skillfully elbowed him in a split seconds before turning around to give him a quick knee on his crotch.

His eyes bulged while his hands held his crotch in complete shock and pain.

"Y-You b-brat!" He yelped, still enduring the pain in the middle of his thighs.

I gave him a menacing stare before deciding leave him on his misery. I need to find my group mates.

I turned around only to see a gun being pointed at me.

"Not so fast, missy..." a guy with a scar on his left eyebrow smirked while pointing the gun on me. The silver jackets of his teeth shimmered in a sinister glow.

I unconsciously took a step backwards.

Why is he pointing his gun on me? Is he, perhaps, an accomplice of that guy who threatened me with a knife? Was he the person the gunshot-like sound that I heard earlier or they have other accomplice?

"Hands up, kid!" He ordered, still pointing his gun.

Damn it...

I begrudgingly raised my two hands and realized that I'm still holding the uneaten hotdog sandwitch. Damn.

"Very good, baby girl. Now, be a darling and follow what we are going to say," his voice filled with inauspicious humor.

I gritted my teeth as I felt the surging irritation within me.

"You b***h! I'm not yet done with you!" I suddenly a voice behind me. I figured it was from the guy I kicked earlier.

"Shut up, old Fred! We have no time for this," the guy in front of me reproach him.

"What do you mean shut up, Karl? She kicked me in my f*****g ba--"

"Shh! Enough. Just gather all these hostages before the police arrive!" The guy in front of me yelled.

Now, they are really accomplice and based from this conversation, they really planned to robbed this store. What the hell is their problem.

"Just give her to me and I'm gonna teach the girl a lesson!" The guy from behind insisted like a brat.

"Shut up old man! I sai--"

I took their bickering as an opportunity to attack. I clenched the hotdog sandwich in my hand before forcefully throwing it straight to the face of the guy in front of me.

"Shi--!"

After that, I swiftly took a long step using my left foot, trying to concentrate all the energy on my right foot before unleashing a powerful kick on the very hand that he is using to clench the gun.

The impact of my kick threw the gun off his hand. He was then caught off guard which gives me another opening for offense. I turned around, gracefully gaining a momentum before settling for a flying kick directly bruising his cheeks. He lost his balance causing him to fall hard on the floor.

The guy groaned in pain but I did not waste any more time watching him. My mind is immediately focused on getting the gun five meters away from me. But as I took a step, I saw something on my peripheral vision.

It's the gun man's guy accomplice. He tried to thrust the knife he is holding on me. My body automatically dodged it easily.

His burning reddish eyes screams of anger as he stared at me.

"You f*****g b***h!" He shouted before trying launching an attack to me again using his knife.

I dodged it again by swaying my body to the right causing me to accidentally a nearby shelf.

The guy immediately tried another desperate attack to stab me. He looked like a lunatic or more like a rabid stray dog. His bulging red eyes shows nothing but bloodlust.

I grab anything I could grab on the shelf before ducking to evade his attack. I then immediately smash his legs with the stuff that I randomly grabbed which happened to be a bottle of ketchup. The fragile glass of the bottle splintered on his legs causing the sticky red condiment to cling on his pants like a splash of blood... or maybe there is really blood because I'm sure some of the shattered glasses were buried on his legs now.

I tried to escape while he was moaning in pain. I crawled on the floor, trying to reach that gun again.

But the guy seems like an immortal monster. He managed to get over the pain he felt quickly because he grabbed me by my hair before locking his left arm on my neck while he used his right hand to point the knife on my face.

"You piece of brat. You'll pay for what you did to me," he growled.

I struggled  to remove his arms from my neck but it just won't budge! I started to feel it gradually choking me. This will be either I'm gonna die of being strangled or by his knife on my face. But whichever it is, I'd still want to erase that smirk off his face!

"I-It's n-not my f-fault that you're s-s-stupid!" I managed to blurt an insult despite my suffocation.

"WHAT DID YOU f*****g SAY?" He shouted near my ears that I swear I thought my eardrums would break! He pushed his knife on my bare cheeks that I felt it cut through my flesh.

-C. N. Haven-