7Updated 9/27/15
I am currently stuck with plot holes or am trying to deal with my schooling, but I will update more often if I get ONE review this that critiques and perhaps help me set the length of a chapter. Perhaps 2,500 to 3,000 words? Please tell me what you think. Motivation is all that matters for me. I am a potato who will do nothing unless taken out of the dirt.
**********While I was writing this chapter I was listening to I'M A GIRL[ Hideya Kojima feat. DAOKO} the entire time. Look up the lyrics if you have time I would recommend listening to this song help settle the mood. Don't be fooled how deceptively sweet this song can sound. If you search up the lyrics you can find it to be quite sad. If you don't know DAOKO also did the song ME!ME!ME!**********
"QUIET DOWN!"
The cheering crowd fell silent at the sound of their bosses enraged voice. While Cynthia wasn't known for her anger, when she did get upset, things could very well possibly get broken or damaged. Right now she definitely wasn't happy as she made her way forward. Men and women alike were pushed aside as Cynthia made her way to the center of the circle with Alexis clinging tightly to her arm, her eyes scanning the crowd back and forward for two particular individuals.
Two certain people that had recently been causing trouble ever since a few months ago. Usually the scuffles they had were nothing to worry about in the slightest. A hard shove here, a leg to trip the other there, and a harsh word or two. Never once had it actually escalated to a physical fight. She was going to remedy this now. Once Cynthia reached the center of the circle she looked down at Jason on the ground with a hand clasped on his left eye with a slump to his shoulders as he adverted her a sigh of irritation she shook her head, walking to the nearest cubicle that she saw, grabbed a rolling chair, and then took Jason by the arm and deposited him into the chair none too gently at the edge of the circle. Feeling a warm sensation wrapped around on her arm she remembered her assistant's arm was still looped through hers. This was something that very lightly lifted the corners of her lips. Alexis may be a bit of a handful, but there were times where she was just too cute. She reached over and pulled away Alexis's arm. Now she rose her head and looked at the ring of spectators that surrounded the three.
"Now, tell me why I have received a call from my assistant informing me that a fight broke out in my building? Ah...and why my chair was thrown of of the office window?" She questioned. Cynthia's expression was blank as she peered at the crowd of workers and her voice flat. Monotoned really.
The office was so silent you could almost hear a pin drop. The men and women in the office looked anxiously at one another hoping one would speak up for their sake. Instead they all shuffled uncomfortably and stared at their boss and at each other in an uncomfortable silence.
"Well? I'm waiting, this will go by easily if one of you speaks up now." She said sternly, her arms crossed. No one said a word. Cynthia could feel her temper start to peak to a breaking point. If they weren't going to talk she would find her answers another way. I see. That's how it's going to be...wait….just a second…what is that?
Cynthia tensed up as she felt something behind her. She couldn't tell what it was. She turned around.
"Look out!"
Fuck
Her arm was up in an instant and redirected the fist coming at her face then ducked under another as she closed the distance between her and the attacker. She aimed a swift kick to his side that was nimbly dodged and countered with his own crushing blow that left her momentarily breathless. Chuckling at her staggered stance Michael brought her in close, reared his head back , and slammed it at hers in a vicious headbutt. She saw stars swimming in her vision but grit her teeth as she held herself upright. A sadistic grin flitted across her face when she brought up her leg and buried it in between his legs. Michael coughed out a pained grunt and glared at her, his face flushed from the pain. She wasn't finished yet. Quite literally after crushing his pride she quickly jabbed his eyes with two fingers and pushed him away breathlessly laughing at him while wiping off some blood from a cut her forehead she had gotten from his headbutt.
Cursing her with all he could think of Michael pawed at his eyes, blinking furiously at the fuzzy image of Cynthia partially doubled over in laughter, in rage. He pounced, tackling her to the ground where they rolled and grappled at each other. She had her hands clawing a trail on his face leaving scratches down the side of his cheek and neck. He had just got a hold of her shirt when she braced both feet on his chest and licked him off of her, ripping away the bottom of her shirt. He laughed bitterly when he saw the tattoo above her navel. It was from a game that they never finished when they were together a few years ago. One day they both decided to get tattoos in the same place, it was supposed to help them solidify their happy relationship of 6 months, but it went all to waste when an argument ended their relationship just a few weeks later. He sneered when he saw that he left a small cut from his nail across her tattoo and wiped the blood off on his jeans. A manic expression could be seen on his face when an idea sprung from the dark reaches of his mind. Oh, he had his trump card right in his pocket and he was going to wreck her. Scrambling to her feet she charged at him. He inched his hand to the back of his pants pocket and enclosed his fingers around a cold metal handle just as she neared him. He could feel a smile growing on his lips as she grew closer with her hand outstretched.
"You're going to have to do better than that Michael." She growled as she grasped the collar of his shirt.
Cynthia knew that she had the upper hand so far, but something felt very wrong. Oh so very wrong. Time, it was like it was all slowing down. Seconds barely trickling by felt like the pounding of drums in her chest. It almost hurt. She felt disconnected. Heavy and light at the same time but not at all. Cynthia didn't know what she was feeling. She let out a slow breath that echoed with a crisp and clear sound, everything other than herself sounded like they were under water. Her eyelids had turned to lead, feeling heavier than the orange haired girl could ever remember . Everything had gone blurry. With a slow turn of her head she looked at everyone in a daze, her hair fluttering. The crowd was at a full roar. Opened mouths, eyes lit up in excitement, and waving limbs. They were talking, whispering, joking, yelling…...cheering. For whom are they all cheering for? Her eyes dilated as they focused.
His handsome face had a smirk on it.
There was something wrong with her stomach. It had suddenly gotten hot. Cynthia's lips drooped into a frown and then into a twist of pain. A metallic taste in her mouth made her gag. T-this feeling. It's….getting stronger. She lifted a hand to her mouth when something wet spurt out and started to drip down her chin. She shuddered at the odd sensation it presented her with. She never felt anything like it before.
Ever so slowly Cynthia tilted her head down and directed her eyes to her stomach and blanched at the sight of it. Sticking out of her stomach was a pocket knife piercing directly through the center her tattoo and into her gut. The hand that held Michael's shirt collar went to her stomach, gripping the knife in disbelief, blood blossomed beautifully like roses as it colored her coat a deep crimson . Looking back to Michael she saw that his expression was one of triumphant victory. The flow of time returned to normal.
"CYNTHIA!"
Her hand dropped from her mouth, covered in red, and joined her other hand on her stomach as she started falling to her knees. Before she could reach the ground two feminine arms caught her, and struggled to lower Cynthia to the ground without hurting her. Cynthia could feel everything. The crowd's panic, Alexis's trembling arms as they held onto her sobbing in the crook of her neck, Michael's ever present smirk as her walked away with Jason racing after him, and someone calling for an ambulance.
Alexis shifted Cynthia carefully in her arms so that her head was now in her lap. She had taken off her blouse, leaving her in a white tank top that was stained in some of Cynthia's blood, and pressed it around the knife being careful not to move it. Alexis knew if she removed the knife that Cynthia's injury would get worse, but the way that Cynthia was right now wasn't much better. She helplessly pressed down harder on her bloodied blouse in frustration. This was all she could do for her.
Nearly fifteen minutes passed and Alexis could see that Cynthia was growing weaker from blood loss. Her labored breathing getting more quiet by the minute and her eyes were half lidded and glassy. By then most of the workers left in a panic either in shock or not wanting to be questioned by the police once they arrived. A few of Cynthia's closer acquaintances wanted to stay behind and wait for the ambulance to arrive. Michael? He was long gone with Jason trying to chase after him.
A friend tapped Alexis on the shoulder and informed her that the ambulance would reach them in a few minutes with the police not too far behind. A glimmer of hope lit her eyes. She quietly thanked her friend and returned to looking at her boss and close friend. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes. She's going to be just fine. She's going to the hospital and she'll be alright. These were the thoughts that have been cycling through her head ever since she lowered Cynthia to the floor. She sat up straighter as she heard a faint sound. A few of those still at the office rushed to the window where the sun light of the early morning was starting to shine through and broke out in a happy chatter. One of them came to her side and told her the good news. The ambulance was here! Beaming with joy Alexis brought one hands to Cynthia's shoulder and gently shook her. She could hear the sirens outside the building.
"Cynthia, wake up. The paramedics are going to be here any second now. You're going to be okay!"
Lost in her happy thoughts Alexis almost failed to notice that Cynthia wasn't moving. In fact, she felt a little cold. Her eyes widened in shock as she used both hands and shook Cynthia roughly, calling her name.
"Cynthia! C-come on you can w-wake up now! T-this isn't funny! WAKE UP!" Tears came unbidden flowing down her cheeks. Her motions were on the borderline of violence as she tried to shake Cynthia awake.
Paramedics burst through the door and attempted to separate the distraught girl from the unbreathing body she shook. She tore her arms from their reaching hands crying hysterically over Cynthia's body. Her face returning to the crook of Cynthia's neck, muffling her sobs as she wrapped her arms around her unwilling to let go.
"PLEASE!...please...just wake up, Cynthia!"
Alright everybody please tell me what you think! If things go well and I have computer access then I could in another chapter by Friday.