Out of A Shell (Dash Parr x Fem!Shy!Reader)

The Danger of Working Alone

"Go. Get somewhere safe." I told her, stepping closer with my water coiled around my hands like a snake. "I'll handle this."

I didn't need to tell her twice. She clenched her backpack straps and ran towards me, heading towards the entrance of the street.

"T-Thank you." She quickly muttered to me as she passed, and she turned the corner, gone.

I faced the crooks, seeing them on their feet, glaring at me with gritted teeth. "Who the hell are you?" The one I attacked growled.

"Someone who doesn't like it when innocent people are harassed." I returned their nasty looks with a controlled one of my own, and the water wrapped around my hands molded spread out to cover my arms.

"Hold on...you're that new Super, aren't you? The water-controlling girl?" The other man asked in disbelief. I shrugged.

"Oh, what gave that away? Was it the water that's mysteriously moving on its own?"

"Cheeky, aren't you?" The man, who seemed to be the leader out of them both, sneered. His eyes went towards his discarded weapon on the ground. I knew what he was going to try.

He darted out for his knife, but I flung a mound of water onto it, then froze it to the ground. He stopped.

"Damn..." He bit his lip, then faced me again.

What he did next, I was not expecting.

He charged me. I reacted, extending an arm to try and ensnare him and keep him where he was, but I caught a small moment. He reached down into his pocket, and pulled something out.

It made me pause for a second, which was more than enough him for him to lift the object up and make a flicking motion with his hand. A silver blade swung out of it.

My breath hitched, and I moved to push him away.

But, he was faster.

I registered something being shoved into my midsection. Seconds later, a pain I never felt before in my life spread through me like cold fire.

A muffled noise gargled within my throat, my gaze resting on the creep's pocket knife imbedded in me. It easily cut through the fabric of my suit and pierced my flesh. The water I was controlling dropped and splashed onto the ground, my concentration disrupted.

He promptly ripped the knife out and backed away. I fell to my knees. I involuntarily pressed a hand to the wound, not needing to look to see that I was bleeding, as I felt the warmth of my blood oozing out. Fear took hold of me, along with shock.

Was I really just stabbed?

"She's down. Go go!"

I half-caught footsteps traveling away from me, before it was silent.

I looked up, biting my lip to try and keep down my cries. With my watery vision, I could see that I was alone in the alleyway. The guy and his pal fled.

I shifted, trying to stand up, but an intense burst of pain made me fall back down with a whimper. I didn't stop my tears from falling, and finally mustered up enough courage to look down.

My hand was completely covered in a red fluid. I briefly moved it away to see a stream of blood trickling out, and fear shot through my heart. With my adrenaline gone, I was left a trembling and gasping thing on the ground.

I was stabbed.

This was bad, no, horrible. My stomach itself wasn't hurting, so I assume he missed it, but I couldn't say for sure if he missed my other organs as well. I didn't know what to do, but I did at least know one thing in general: I needed to get out of this alleyway. I needed to get home and treat this asap. The fact that those men got away couldn't be helped now.