I sat in the back of the car, hands clasped, trembling. I had no idea where we were headed, and somehow I thought it better not to ask. I was terrified, I'd never felt so scared before. The knife in his pocket was at the forefront of my mind, as was the crazed, drugged-up look in his eyes. He was seriously unbalanced right now, and that was dangerous. For me, anyway. who knew what he might do. I could imagine any number of gruesome scenarios, none of which helped to slow my racing pulse. My speculation was interrupted by the sharp jolt of the car pulling to a sudden stop. He climbed out and opened one of the back doors. I cringed away, pressing against the other door, but he simply stretched in and grabbed a fistful of my hair. I screeched as he yanked on it, pulling me out, and he roughly covered my mouth as he dragged me along. I looked around frantically, hoping to spot some form of escape or aid. The street we were on was completely deserted, and filthy too. The buildings were run-down, yards overgrown and obviously not cared for. I saw several windows that were cracked or boarded up. I got the idea that few people would hear me scream here, and fewer would actually give a shit. My heart sank even lower when he pulled me roughly down into an alleyway, between two buildings that seemed to have once been nightclubs or something of the sort, but had long since been abandoned and left to rot. The alley itself was gross, littered and stained, and the air smelt distinctly of trash, sweat, and God knows what else. A crappy place to die, I thought to myself pessimistically. He pushed me away from him, so violently I slammed against a wall, scraping my face and hands on the rough brick. "You little bitch," he hissed. "You honestly thought I'd let you get away from me?" His snarl was low and dangerous, but I felt a lot braver than usual. I knew I was going to die, I didn't see another way out, so I figured there was no point cowering. Might as well go out laughing. "Well, since you were about to stab the shit out of me, I didn't think you'd miss me too much." That comment earned me a punch to the ribs. I felt a crack, and agonizing pain where his blow landed. "Fuck," I gasped, clutching the sore area. He continued to talk. "And who were those boys with you? They know about me? Do I need to go after them, too?" This angered me. "You will not touch them," I said darkly. He snickered. "Ya gonna stop me, sugar?" I flinched on the last word. Gee called me sugar, I didn't like the way Mitch said it. "Trust me, you can't do nothin'. I'm gonna finish here with you, then I'm gonna go after your friends. No witnesses." His words terrified me. I thought of them. Calm, gentle Ray. Sweet, bouncy, overexcited Mikey. Cheeky, mischeivous, loving Frank. And... Gerard. The boy who knew me like no-one else, who understood me, despite the unbelievably short amount of time we'd known each other. The idea of them dying hurt me bad. No. It wasn't happening. I wouldn't let it happen. A rush ran through me, and I straightened up, and wordlessly lunged forward. My flailing hands managed to hit him, once in the face and once in the stomach. I wasn't very strong, but I had surprise on my side. I thought back to when I had knocked him out before, how my elbow had done most damage. Elbows it is, then, I thought, as I whacked him in the ribs with one. Then, I kneed him in the stomach before stepping back a little. He was gasping, I'd winded him. I felt a giddy, proud high from that, but it didn't last. He straightened almost immediately, and reached into his pocket, pulling out the knife. I couldn't run, that much I knew. He'd catch me - I wasn't the fastest person in the world. I didn't know what to do now. My sudden, violent rush had worn off as quickly as it came. He seemed to see this, and walked forward with an evil smirk. Fuck it, I was gonna fight. He sped forward, knife in hand, and I jumped back, hitting his wrist with everything I could. The knife flew out of his grip, and skittered to the ground. He made a noise like a growl, and punched my face. I cried out as blood spurted from my nose, with a wet crunch. I staggered, giving him the time to retrieve his knife. He laughed cruelly, and advanced on me. I jumped forward, hoping to get the knife off him again, but he was ready for me this time. He caught me round the waist, and pulled me to him. I struggled, hissing and kicking, but he was stronger. I heard his snigger, and he leant down to whisper in my ear. "I win," he hissed. And then I felt a cold, harsh pain in my left side, above my hip. It was the worst pain I'd ever had to feel. I collapsed to the ground as he pulled the knife out of me. He smirked down at me. I could feel warm blood gushing from the wound. My conciousness flickered. I was so close to the end, but I still heard his words. "I always win." He kicked me in the stomach, making me moan as the pain intensified. Suddenly, a figure darted toward him, and grabbed him from behind, arms around his neck. Squeezing. They shifted, and I realized the figure was none other than Gerard. He struggled with Mitch, but all the while his face was fixed on me, eyes filled with horror. By then, the other boys had jumped in to help. I vaguely noticed Frank grappling the knife away, and Mikey, sweet little Mikey, kicking him viciously in the gut. Gee ran from the fight, to kneel beside me. "Krissy! No, no, Kriss, sugar, no!" He was crying now, tears leaking from his beautiful eyes. My own eyes were heavy, I wanted to sleep. "Kriss! No, don't you dare close your eyes! Look at me. Krissy, please, please stay with me, hon, come on!" He shook me gently. "Gee..." I groaned, pain taking over everything and making speech almost impossible. But I tried anyway. "Gerard... Th-thank you." He sobbed. "Krissy, you're gonna be fine! Come on, honey, please..." I was trying, I was fighting so hard, but the sleep was overwhelming me. There was just one thing I had to say. Before everything ended. "Gee... I love you." And then the blackness won.

Notes

Ugh, I uploaded this chapter once and screwed it up. Attempt number two here. Sorry for any confusion. Its so saaaad... :( I can't believe I came up with it!