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Will you look at that cover above!?@etherealmess_  This is so amazing and i can't stop watching it again and again. Thankyou so much my amazing magic girl! you rock!!

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Miracle~

Damn me!

Damn!

Damn!

How did I let this happen? I was supposed to stay inside my home and enjoy this evening alone. Not with this Forest and it's creatures.

God! I hate insects so much.

Yeah. Yeah I know insects are part of nature and all but when these insects bite you, it's not funny at all.

When I hear the sound of footsteps coming closer behind me, I push my legs faster, running with all my strength. I can hear my heartbeat thumping in my ears, my breathing ragged and laboured.

The stiffness of my legs is the indication that I have to slow down and lay for a while or else I'm going to pass out. But not yet. I have to move further away from those disgusting vile imbeciles behind me.

Looking up, I study the trees surrounding me. I should climb them but I have to be fast in doing so. Slowing down just a little bit, I risk a glance behind me.

Nothing.

That's my cue.

Bracing my arms on the thick wood of the tree, I push my self up on it. I climb up quickly without caring about the scratching on my skin, I am receiving. Gripping a branch with both of my hands, I pull myself up and sit on it, supporting myself by leaning against the stem.

Breath in.

Breath out.

I repeat the procedure many times to control my heavy panting. The sound of my harsh breathing filling the utter silence of the dark forest.

Thumb. Thumb. Thumb.

Shoot. Me!

Shutting my eyes tightly in desperation, I try to quiet down any sound escaping my lips.

It's not that I can't fight them off, I can. I so can. I can end them with just a blink of my eyes but I don't want any blood on my new hoodie. I grimace at the thought.

I open my eyes before peering down at the men and scowl.

Three. Three stupid creatures or men. Whatever.

I am a fighter. A Street fighter and when you are a fighter, you are thrown in many fights whether you are paid for them or not. And when I'm not paid, I simply don't fight. At all!

Let me take you back at what happened earlier.

"Hey! Fighter!" I hear a man's voice behind me but I ignore it, flipping the cap of my hoodie covering my face. I increase my pace walking fast. I hear the footsteps behind me hitting the asphalt.

There are more than one. Oh lucky me!

They are not going to leave me alone and I can't let them follow me to my house. I should have taken my car with me. Cursing myself, I turn around suddenly making the three men halt in surprise.

"What?!" I hiss, glaring at them.

"Ohhhh... Feisty.." One of them, which I remember that I had beaten his ass somewhere in past, howls before laughing looking at me up and down with lust clear in his eyes. His other two goons mirroring same expression.

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