The Woman Behind The Mask
Another article about the woman behind the mask!! The media really seems to like her and why wouldn't they? she is a HERO. I put down the newspaper and slowly tread towards the living room but end up heading towards the garage when I heard a muffled groan.
Just when I reached the garage I heard a crashing sound and moved in the direction of the noise. Even from a distance I could make out who it was from the silhouette of the figure. It was her!! The woman the newspapers have been raving about.
I was snapped out of my thoughts after hearing another groan from her. There was blood dripping from what seemed to be a deep gash on her waist and there were several bruises on her face. It seemed as if she was gritting her teeth to control herself from shouting out in pain and just when I was about to ask her what happened, I notice the severity of her injuries.
"Hang on, I will go get some help. You need immediate medical attention" I said but she grabbed my wrist just when I was about call 911.
"Nathan" She whispered. My eyes widened, when I heard her call my name. She smirked when she saw my reaction. Oddly, she seemed amused despite the pain, which made me raise my eyebrow and narrow my eyes in suspicion. Do I know her? How does she know my name?
"No. " she said with her quivering lips, the smirk gone. "No one can know about this. All I would like you to do is hekoolp me stop the bleeding."
I hesitated deciding what to do and just then noticed how cold her hand was on my wrist. She was losing a lot of blood and I knew I had to help her some way or the other.