The guy, taller than 6 ft. and muscles came forward with rod, he raised his hand and was about to hit me, I screamed with all my energy, from bottom of my stomach
KING!!!
KRAASH!!!!
I was laying down with my eyes tightly closed, made myself prepared for the injuries. I felt no pain as I expected, I opened my eyes and saw the guy who was about to hit me suffering, holding his head, blood was flowing like stream from his shaved head to eyes and ending up on ground below.
Behind him was someone I saw dancing in yellow dress before all this happened it was my soul, MONA.
She had no time to untie me, no single chance to come close and untie me.
.
.
.
Mona was standing still, ready to fight. Ready to do whatever it takes to save Ava.
The guy with blood falling down his head turned to her and was about to attack her, Mona blinked couple of times and took her steps back with shacking legs, the moment he came closer to her, without a second thought she pushed broken bottle in his eye. He screamed even harder.
Mona took long breath, in her hand was now only neck of the bottle and she was thinking what will she do next, hand shaking even harder than before
At some distance when three of the men ( King, Roy and August) were searching for blood stains listen him scream, they looked at each other and ran like flash of light toward the voice.
Seeing the guy in pain, two other men took steps back, they looked at Mona fear was visible in their eyes, Mona looked into their eyes with rage, she was ready for everything that comes in the way to protect Ava.
"Where are you running you ****." she screamed loudly.
"AVA!!" King's deep voice made me feel much safer now, Mona was not alone.
"Huh, he is coming thank god," Mona said untying my hands and legs. "Are you okay?" She hugged me quickly and made me come out of back of car, let's go.
We were looking for king but as he was nowhere we decided to run toward rooms, Mona was not able to run faster.
My breath tore out of chest as we ran.
My heels scraped the broken road, lungs burning, Mona's hand locked in mine like an anchor. The alley swallowed our screams. Footsteps thundered behind us—heavy, confident, hunting.
"Don't stop," Mona gasped.
We were almost there. Almost—
I never saw the leader step out of the shadows.
His hand shot forward, fingers like iron, yanking me back by my hair. The force snapped my head back, pain exploding through my scalp. I screamed as I was thrown against the tree, making my shoulder cracking hard.
Mona spun around. "AVA!"
The leader laughed—a low, cruel sound.
"You run slow," he sneered, lifting his arm.
,
,
,
The hit never landed.
A sickening thud echoed through the alley as the leader lurched forward, shock splintering across his face.
King stood behind him.
His fist was still clenched, knuckles split, chest heaving like he'd run through hell to get here.
The leader staggered, turned—
And King hit him again.
No words. No warning. Just rage.
The first punch cracked bone. The second sent the leader crashing to the ground. He tried to get up—King's boot slammed into his ribs, driving the air out of him in a broken wheeze.
"You touched her," King growled, voice shaking.
The leader swung blindly. King blocked it and slammed his elbow into the man's jaw. Blood sprayed across the soil. The alley rang with flesh against flesh, each blow heavier than the last.
The leader was strong—trained, brutal—but King was past pain now. Past fear.
Every hit carried the seconds he'd lost. Every strike screamed I should've been here sooner.
The leader reached for a knife.
King saw it.
He grabbed the man's wrist and twisted until something snapped. The knife clattered away. A scream ripped through the night—but it was cut short as King drove his fist down one final time.
Silence followed.
The leader lay unmoving.
King stood over him, fists trembling, vision blurring—not from blood, but from the sight behind him.
Ava.
Crumpled against the tree. Mona on her knees beside her, hands shaking as she tried to keep Ava awake.
King's strength drained all at once.
He staggered back, then sank to the ground. His hands came up to his face, smeared red—his, theirs, he didn't know anymore.
"I was supposed to protect you," he whispered, voice breaking.
His shoulders shook.
"I was too late."