The pain in my nose only became stronger with the next blow. The tall, bald, muscular man lifted me off the ground and threw me against the mirror, and it shattered. If the man just let me breath for a moment I could show him what I'm made of. I could beat him down with one swift kick in the side.
But no, he kept of me, and I scream, landing on the glass from the mirror.
My long, tangled, dirty brunette hair covers my blue-green eyes, and I wait for the next hit from the man. But it doesn't come.
I use my hand to brush my hair off my face and to see what's happening.
The man was hung by his neck with a rope. Blood was dripping out of his eyes like tears.
An average person would be terrified, but I just laugh with relief. My energy is back, and my wounds were healing, fast, which could only mean one thing.
"Hazel, where are you?" I call for my twin sister. A mass of light brunette hair pops out from behind the darker corner in the room.
"I didn't mean for it to be like that!" Hazel gestures to the man.
"I just didn't want you to die!"
"I think the problem was that I wanted him to die." I reply.
"Oh." Is all she says.
I stand up and walk forwards her.
"One down, one more to go." I tell her.
"May, I don't want to think of it like that."
**60 hours earlier**
