44 Cornered (1/2)
Three people, holding a distance of 20 meters behind him. Four people standing, waiting, at the exit of the narrow alley. Ferron could deal easily with the people behind him if he slips off into the darkness but the real challenge was ahead. It wouldn't be long before they would exit, and the three behind were speeding up getting closer to box them in.
Almost like a prophet, Ferrons mind whirred, thinking of different outcomes and consequences of each action he might take. Trying to find a good result was troublesome but Ferron found it. Putting on an act he felt around his pockets and nervously exclaimed.
”Aw crap, I think I dropped my keys somewhere. I'll go look for them you guys hurry on ahead.”
Alvis looked back with worry on his face. ”You sure Ferron? I think we could wait if you want, there still would be some extra time if we hurry.” Ferron was slightly touched by Alvis' kindness but he waved it away.
”Don't worry I know where to go from here, I'll run and catch up.” Ferron ran the opposite way with a soft smile, but as soon as he turned that smile vanished and a frosty light shone in his eyes.
Alvis looked towards Ferrons retreating figure. ”Will he be ok?”
”He should be fine? I mean it's not like these streets are all that bad and we're already close enough to the academy.” Ava glanced back and continued walking forward. They were almost at the exit, a brightly lit street was welcoming them with open arms. But when they were two steps away, four large figures blocked it.
The group stepped back, a slight panic overwhelmed them. The figure closest to the group held up a shiny object and slowly stepped towards them.
”Well. What a nice party we have here, eh?” A soft and sadistic voice bounced across the enclosed space. Avis who was standing in the front caught a glimpse of what the other party was holding and froze. A long silver knife was dancing in the man's hand.
Alvis and the group nervously stepped back, while the figures stepped forward. When they did a streetlight slowly shined on the four thugs' faces. The one in front that stood with the knife had a gentle face with defined eyebrows and long blonde hair. Only a horrible jagged scar that traveled from the bridge of his nose to his lips made his appearance seem disgusting.
The other three looked like normal thugs, burly faces with tattoos. They looked more intimidating than the scarred pretty boy but everyone knew that he was leading for a reason. They took a step closer, it seemed like everything stood still. No sound came from the street, only the nervous breathing of the academy students resounded in the alley.
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They took one more step closer, that's when everyone took action.
”RUN!” Someone shouted. Jay picked up Alvis like a sack of potatoes and sprinted back following the group. The thugs looked on as everyone ran. ”Sir?” asked one of the thugs.