There's nothing left

Chapter two

I didn't hesitate. I dodged his attack and delivered a swift kick to his stomach, sending him sprawling to the ground. But he was quick to recover, and before I could react, he was back on his feet, fists raised.

The two of us circled each other warily, each looking for an opening. I knew that I was outmatched; the man was taller and heavier than me, and he had years of experience in hand-to-hand combat. But I wasn't about to give up without a fight.

We clashed again, fists flying. I landed a few hits, but the man's blows were heavier, and I could feel my strength waning. Just as I thought I was done for, I saw an opening and took it, delivering a powerful uppercut to the man's jaw.

He stumbled backward, dazed, and I seized the opportunity to make my escape. I raced out of the room, heart pounding, and didn't stop until I was safely outside. As I caught my breath, I knew that I had narrowly escaped a fate worse than death. But I also knew that it was far from over; I still had a long way to go before I could truly call myself free.

Gasping for air, I hurriedly pushed my way through the crowded sidewalk, trying to escape the person who was chasing me. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my hands were trembling with fear. Blinking back tears, I stumbled into a nearby diner, my legs giving way beneath me. I needed to catch my breath, to calm down, to think.

As I sat down at the counter, my eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger, I noticed an old man sitting alone in the corner. His face was deeply etched with the lines of a lifetime of experience, and his eyes held a quiet wisdom. Despite my fear, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe he could help me find a way out of this mess. 

As I slowly made my way toward the old man, my legs felt like they were made of jelly. Suddenly, I tripped and stumbled, my arms flailing wildly as I struggled to maintain my balance. But before I could hit the floor, I felt someone strong and familiar catch me from behind. It was my old best friend, Lucis. We hadn't spoken in years, but in that moment, it felt like no time had passed. He steadied me, his arms wrapped securely around me, and I felt a rush of relief flood through me. With Lucis by my side, maybe I could finally find a way to escape the danger that was closing in on me.

"Is that you, Scarlett?" Lucis asked, "I was just ambushed and needed somewhere safe to go. I don't know who to trust anymore Luke." I said looking up at him he was my best friend my partner in crime

when we were younger and now he was the only one I could trust.

I nodded gratefully as Lucis offered to help me clean up my cuts. We made our way through the crowded diner, and I couldn't help but feel uneasy as we walked. However, with Lucis by my side, I felt a little less vulnerable.

As we made our way through the busy streets, I kept glancing over my shoulder, half-expecting to see someone following us. Eventually, we arrived at his cozy little apartment on the outskirts of town. Lucis led me inside, and I couldn't help but marvel 

at how different our lives had become. We had once been inseparable, but over the years, we had drifted apart, each taking our path. And now, here we were, reunited by the most dangerous of circumstances.

punch could have. In all the pain and fear, it was comforting to have led me into the living room, which was small but cozy, with a well-worn couch and a couple of armchairs. The walls were adorned with posters from our favorite movies and bands, which brought back memories of our shared experiences.

"Sit down," Lucis said, gesturing towards the couch. "I'll get some bandages and disinfectant."

I sat down gratefully, wincing as my battered body protested the movement. The pain was sharp and intense, but I tried my best to hide it. I glanced around the room, taking in the familiar posters and knickknacks. It felt like coming home, despite the danger that still lurked outside.