With a sigh she took her usual short cut to the parking garage through the moonlit alley with a slow walk. It was Friday night; and Mingle had been packed. It was a popular place; when she first opened Mingle two years ago it was just a place with an enjoyable atmosphere and good food. But then it went big when an unsuspecting food critic had come with a group of friends for lunch. The next day an amazing critique of the place was in the newspaper and so many people started flooding in they had to make reservations months in advance to get in.
She'd been on her feet since one P.M. when the place opened. She pulled out her phone and looked at the illuminated clock on the screen. One A.M. Eva groaned. Although busy, it hadn't been a good night. As she put her phone away she saw the glow of the light create shadows against the walls of the buildings around her. Creeped out she hobbled faster on her tired feet.
"Where do you think you're goin' lil' missy?" A voice yelled from the dark shadows.
With a jump she whipped around and searched for the voice. Seeing nothing she pulled out the little but sharp pocket knife she kept in her purse. She wasn't about to use her thousand dollar chef knifes she had neatly put away in their carrier.
From another dark shadow a man laughed at her feeble knife. The sound of pocket knives unfolding came from many shadows and echoed as to sound like there were hundreds of evil people in this long alley.
Panicking Eva held the knife out in front of her and walked backwards toward the exit of the alley. She backed into a wall and looked behind her. This wall was round and solid. To her horror it wasn't a wall. It was a man, a big, tall, scary looking man holding a knife.
"Boo!" Said the big, tall, scary looking man.
Eva let loose a blood curdling scream and ran in the opposite direction. Another man appeared from the shadows with a knife and an evil grin.
"Where do you think you're goin?" The second man said.
"Um... Home?" She started walking in the other direction towards her car, but there was still a giant blocking her way.
"Yeah... I don't think so lil' missy." One of the giants yelled.
They started coming closer. She barely heard the man respond over the sound of her heart in her ears. In fear she walked backwards to the hard brick walls and watched them come closer, stalking her almost, as if this was a game to them. Her breath was coming out in shallow gasps as the man to her right came within a few feet of her. Reaching out he grabbed the knife that was still held out in front of her. When his skin touched hers she was jolted out of her quite state. With a scream she pulled back the knife in her hand and sliced the man's palm. Enraged, the attacker hit her with his good hand across the face. The force slammed her to the ground, but she kept screaming; hoping someone would hear and save her already.
"Shut up!" The man with the bleeding hand yelled as he kicked her in the leg.
"Yeah shut up!" A third one said, kicking her in the stomach.
The kick took her breath and they laughed as they watched her try to get it back.
"Hey!" A voice yelled from behind them.
The attackers stopped laughing and turned around. There was nothing there but shadows.
"Wha' was tha?" Giant number three asked his buddies.
"I dunno, here les just get her pants off already before some one finds us." Number one replied. He turned back around to her and the others followed.
"That wouldn't be very polite now would it?" The voice said again.
The three thugs spun around as three others walked out of the shadows.
Great, Eva thought, there's more of them.
"What's it to you huh?" Thug three yelled at the intruders. "Go find your own broad!"
"Now that is not very pol--"
"OOMPH!" The thug in the middle fell to the ground. Behind him was Eva with her purse held high above her head.
One of her saviors turns and punches the thug on the right.
Eva turned and whacks the last guy on the end with her over-sized purse, but he was prepared for it. He grabbed her purse and tries to pull it out of her hands but it stopped by a swift kick in the balls. Crumpling to the ground she repeatedly hits him with her purse then kicks him while screaming profanities.
Stomach.
Balls.
Stomach.
Balls.
A hand touched her shoulder and with one good swing she turned around and hit him in the stomach with her bag.
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