HIS

HITCHHIKING

The male snapped my seatbelt in two with a quick flick of his wrist making my body slam into the ceiling of the totaled car. Then I felt his oddly cold hand hitch it's way under my arm and yank me violently out the vehicle. My stomach twisted and legs jerked as he ended up dragging me along the ground, through sticks and leaves before letting my body drop.

My head was throbbing as my fingers met the warm liquid running from my brow.

"For a dog you smell quite divine." I looked up with squinted eyes to see my man handler speaking. He was hovering over me with a crazed look in his eye. I quickly sat up and fell back making him chuckle.

"We don't have time for this!" The second man scowled from behind. "Just grab her and go-"

"Shut up!" The man handler turned towards his partner in crime. "With your punk ass, are you even sure this is the right girl!?"

"That's the one Nola promised us."

Nola?

"Well, she's dead! How are you sure the little bitch didn't screw us over!?"

My heart clenched at his words. They held no remorse in the cruel accent he held as he spoke illy of my supposedly best friend. And I couldn't bring myself to believe her dead. But the image of her head smacking into the window filled my thoughts with doubt instantly.

As soon as the man across the way opened his mouth to speak agian, I choked out,"N-no..."

The man handler looked over his shoulder and down at me with such distaste as if some way I offended him. His cold eyes made me shrink back a little as I tried to hold myself up with trembling arms.

"It speaks, no?" He spat. My brows came together as I formed a frown upon my face. Not even fear could keep my anger towards disrespect at ease.

"Excuse me?" I bit out, getting a surprise reaction out of this asshole. His brow raised and a challenging smirk crossed his features. "Who the fuck are you calling an 'it'!?"

It sort of slipped...

And before I could blink I was gasping for air while a roughly cool hand gripped my throat firmly.

"Rolan!? Put her down!" The other man yelled but seemed to be ignored while my feet were dangling above the ground. I tried to claw the hand crushing my wind pipes but it wouldn't budge.

When I looked into the one named Rolan's eyes, I saw his pupils had dilated immensely. His nose was crinkled into a demonic scowl while his distinct looks darkened. My eyes widened at his pasty lips that were pulled over abnormally sharp canines, making him look rather beastly.

"I hate mutts!" He sneered putting more pressure on my bruising neck. I could have sworn his canines lengthened, becoming more like deathly fangs. I tried to scream but my voice was stuck in my throat.

His companion tried to get to us but was interrupted by the sound of a loud motor and gun shots.

"Rolan!?"

Dropped on my knees, I crumpled over and gasped for air. My lungs weezing painfully as I heard the rumbling of a motorcycle zip through the trees. Its motor was loud and the rider was clearly burning rubber.

Looking up with bloodshot eyes to see the men surrounding me hissing, a black leather rider tore out of the trees with... plastic guns? Through the clear material you could see what look like thick wooden bullets tipped off with some kind of metal ready to be shot off.

The bike swirved into the opening creating a dust storm before the guns fired and gave off a cracking echo.

The man furthest from me yelped before hitting the floor while the others took the hint and scrammed in an inhuman speed. Only Rolan spared me a second glance with a menacing scowl before vanishing in a blur as well.