The Second Encounter
Angela collapsed to her knees on the cold, hard ground. Her hands pressed, with whatever remaining strength she had left, on the enormous, gruesome hole in her gut, in an attempt to prevent herself from bleeding out. It was no use. She was already surrounded by her own pool of her blood, and it was getting larger by the second.
She could feel her heart hammering against her chest, struggling to pump whatever amount blood left to her vital organs. Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult for her. Her skin that had turned cold and clammy had broken into a cold sweat.
The assailant gave one last, unforgiving stomp on her back, causing her to fall face-first, like a helpless rag doll, into her own pool of blood as it splattered all over her. She could taste the sharp flavour of iron from her blood.
Angela heaved a sigh, knowing that it was too late to regret her rash actions. She had always been careful, running through her plans, thinking about where they can go wrong, before actually committing to it. Not this time though, and she was going to pay dearly for it.
Angela heard the wailing of the police sirens, or at least she thought she did. She could be hallucinating from all this blood loss for all she knew. Angela did not know which was worse - getting caught by the authorities, or her bleeding out on the ground.
Angela felt her heartbeat weakening and slow down. She had simply lost too much blood, and it seemed that her heart had given up. Her consciousness was slipping fast. Before she blacked out, she could only conjure up one thought, the very reason why she was even here in the first place...
That girl...
