8
I walked quickly down the street wishing my steps could dodge the droplets of water that rained down on me. The rain fell down my long black hair and plastered the strands against my face. All was quiet and calm. Not a soul was out in such dreary weather.
At least not an uncorrupted soul.
I passed by one of the half dozen alleys that lay along my path. A hand shot out and grabbed my arm.
"Hey!" I yelled as I was dragged into the shadows.
My captor swung me to my left and my back slammed against the wall of one of the buildings. I looked up. My heart stopped. In front of me stood the two thugs from yesterday, and three more of their friends. Their leader stood in front of the group and leered at me.
"Look what the cat dragged in. A drowned rat," he joked. His minions laugh
