My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

We all get into position and I give Lillian the lead. She’s in front of them now and can see what they are doing. She holds her hand up to stop us. They are all looking at something, heads close together.

Then all hell breaks loose. The silence was broken by a low, guttural growl that reverberated through the woods. I was thrown forward, but recovered quickly rolling to the side as another swipe of an arm blew past my head. I lost track of the girls, but I’m sure they were keeping just as busy as me.

A second guy joined my fight. Both of these guys were big- ish. I guess when you compare anyone to my guys they are just -ish. But everyone is always bigger than me and the stupid ones think that makes them better than me. These two were no different.

One lunges at me trying to get at my legs, I turn away and use the move I used on one of the guys forever ago and used one of his arms to swing me up and jab my elbow into the soft spot on his lower back making his muscles spasm.

He drops to recover while his buddy comes at me, grabbing one of my arms. I twist under, but he doesn’t let go right away and the skin to skin rubbing burns like a b*tch. I manage to break his grip though as I continue to move behind him and kick his knee in. It was too much to hope I broke something, which would slow him down.

me with a couple wild punches.

panting hard. Fighting is clearly not their main job. When he gets close enough I kick up hard, catching him in the jaw. This time I heard bones crack as his head whipped back unnaturally and he fell backwards and I let my body weight pull me and number two down and forward. I reach back and grab two handfuls of hair throwing him over my shoulder and onto his back. I pull out one of my wrist blades and stab him in the upper chest and

get up, I made a quick check for his breathing, nothing. Not sure how that works, but I’m also not

battling for her attention. Lillian’s guy has her pin up to a tree and a knife at her throat. He’s talking to her, but I can’t hear what

my own blade on

a chickensh*t to come and find

I don’t care if these guys die, that

brought you back…” He swings back and catches me with his elbow. My

to never walk this earth again. I don’t even know what happened, but when I blink I am straddling him, two knives in my hands and

my shoulder and I flinch away from