There were two attackers—one tall and lanky, the other shorter but built like a tank. Both towered over six feet, their sheer size adding to their air of menace.
The lanky man shoved me roughly to the ground, pinning my shoulders against the cold pavement.
The larger man pulled out an empty syringe and jabbed the needle into my vein. Within seconds, bright red blood began to fill the barrel.
While they were focused on their task, I seized the moment. My knee shot upward, slamming into the lanky man's groin. He crumpled to the ground with a strangled groan, clutching himself in agony. At the same time, I jabbed my fingers into the weak point of the bulky man's wrist, forcing him to release the syringe with a howl of pain.
The syringe clattered to the ground, blood spilling as it rolled
