Forgotten Conscience (girlxgirl) (Book 1)

Two Roads, One Path

I turn around and face the two large men now heading my way.

This was not quite what I had in mind. I'd rather not deal with going to jail right now. Now I better stop fucking around and RUN THE OTHER WAY. Against my better judgement I start walking towards them and for some reason I feel like swaying my hips as I do.

What the hell am I doing? Maybe I can talk my way out of this.

"What's a pretty young thing like you train hopping for?"

God, why do men have to be such pigs?

"Well I needed a ride and I don't have any money."

I don't, do I?

I stuff my hands in my pockets and fish around in the emptiness, nope, nothing. I pull my pockets inside out.

"See, broke doesn't really go over well with the ticket booth."

"Well train hopping is illegal, we're gonna have to turn you in."

"Hey now, maybe we can come to some sort of... agreement."

I'm sure if I wasn't eerily calm that I would have felt a shiver by now. Yet still I seem to be sauntering toward them.

Even as they start circling me like a pair of hungry tigers the only thing that hits me is this sudden wave of adrenaline.

"Well what if I promised never to do it again."

Oh great, I don't think they'll accept your solemn oath.

Circling like a pair of vultures they close the gap and I can smell the sweat of anticipation on them.

"Oh I dunno babe it's our civic duty to report anything illegal."

"You might have to promise us a little something... more."

I feel a sharp pinch on my ass and it's like I just snap. I do a 180, grabbing the hand on my ass as I do and I twist it hard bringing him to a bent over position.

"You fucking bitch, get her Manny!"

The other guy runs toward me but a swift kick in the gut sends him flying ten feet into a pile of wood.

I guess this is why I wasn't afraid. I think it's time I opened negotiations.

"So what kind of..."

I twist his arm a little harder.

"... agreement did you have in mind?"

"N-Never mind."

"No really! I'd really like to know."

"I-I'm sorry I... please let me go."

He seems reluctant.

I twist his arm a little more and he screams with pain.

"I'm not sure we're communicating properly, let's try this again."

I raise my leg, bend my knee and hover it over his shoulder.

"Don't please, don't."

I drop all my weight on his shoulder. I feel his shoulder break as it hits the gravel and he screams in pain. Surprisingly he didn't pass out from the pain.

Surprisingly, have I broken arms before?

He starts crying like a baby.

"Please stop, PLEASE I'm sorry."