April and Brandon
As much as she didn’t want to believe it, April was starting to think that everything wasn’t going to be okay. One moment Evan had been fighting, holding his own against the Bedford group and in the next moment he was down and Lucas had gone to his aid. In that moment it left her without backup, a realization that spark a desire to move backwards, towards the other group.
Back towards safety. She thought, knowing that there was safety in numbers – or at least less danger.
On instinct April took a couple steps backwards, unwilling to turn around and lose sight of the oncoming threat. It was only one guy on foot, but he was moving fast, too fast, actually. Fight. For a slip second she wasn’t sure if that had been her own thought or someone else’s. Does it matter? Now that one had been hers. No, it didn’t matter who the voices belonged to, or the fact that they were distracting her.
Focus. She needed to focus, ignore the voices and run on instinct. You’ve fought before. It had been about survival then, and she wasn’t sure if this fight was about survival or not. She couldn’t focus on that, not now. Stopping her backwards movement, April squared her stance and prepared to face the oncoming threat head on.
Even being prepare for it, the man still plowed into her full force, knocking her off her feet and to the ground. Scrambling back to her feet, she took a swing at the guy, landing a solid blow to his jaw. The attacker matched her blow with one of his own, her head snapping backwards and splitting her lip open.
The fight continued like that for longer than she thought her attacker expected, April matching him blow for blow. She was inching closer to having the upper hand on the much larger guy, that was until a shot sounded and suddenly all she heard were panicked thoughts, a kind of frantic chaos of voices in her mind, and one name shouted louder than the rest. Silas Had that been Rae? Was Silas shot? Losing her focus April looked behind her, looked towards the second group.
That moment was all her attacker needed and in a blink of an eye the guy’s foot came down on the side of her knee and all April felt was a searing pain – the kind that told her something wasn’t right. She didn’t have long to focus on that pain before there was another white hot flash of pain, this time it originated in her side. Almost in slow motion she looked down to see the knife protruding from her side.
Someone was screaming, was it her? Things were starting to get fogging around the edges and her attacker was still standing over her, leering in a way that clearly proved he thought he was going to win. April watched with wide blue eyes as her attacker pulled the knife from her stomach and angled it higher, this time planning a killing blow.
Move She hissed, her own thought drowning out the sea of others. Pushing away from her attacker, April tried to take a step and screamed in pain as her knee gave out and she crumpled to the ground. Can’t.
Her vision was swimming now as she clasped her hands over the knife wound, her fingers sticky from her own blood. Too much blood. That was the last thought that crossed her mind as the larger guy stood over her, preparing to end her.