The Hit
My feet were dying,I swear there was no skin left on them. I had just finished a 12-hour shift at the hospital and wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and read.
I walked home in the dark, through the quiet little town of Crimsonhold. I always thought that name was stupid.
Sighing, exhausted, I cut through a cobblestone alleyway to get to my apartment. As I passed the infamous bar,the Crimson Chalice,I peeked inside. Yeah, I wasn’t happy about the name either. About twenty odd Harleys lined the curb.
“I swear, all those men do is party,” I grumbled, speeding up my pace. I didn’t want them to notice me.Them, being the Devil’s Angels.
Everything in this town is a cliché, I thought with a tired chuckle, stepping absentmindedly into the road.
Then
A loud, blasting noise.
White-hot pain slammed into my side.
I was thrown.
Then
darkness
