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he growled, slamming her face against the brick wall. She cried out, but kept fighting. “Fucking bitch!”
    Anger flooded Marcus as he moved in, opening his knife. It was a fast blur of events. He grabbed the man by the hood and pulled him back, shoving his weight off the girl. The man was still holding her hair, and as he got shoved back, she fell back with him, landing over his body. She struggled to get free, and by then Marcus had knelt down and set the knife on the man’s throat, causing him to completely stiffen to the ground.
    “Let her go,” he demanded the piece of shit.
    The man immediately did, and the disoriented girl crawled to the wall to catch her breath.
    “I let her go,” the man told him, raising his arms up in surrender. “End of story now. I’ll go.”
    “I don’t fucking think so,” Marcus retorted.
    He was just a puny man compared to Marcus, but he would have easily taken the tiny girl down, and exerting that control over a defenceless woman set Marcus off. He pulled the man up to his feet easily and took his mangled hair into his grip. The man fought, but he was overpowered as Marcus brought him to the same spot he’d smashed the girl’s face against.
    “You like hurting girls?” Marcus asked him. “Well, I like hurting pieces of shit like you.”
    The man let out a cry before his face got smashed into the wall, painting the brick in red blood and flesh. Instead of stopping there, Marcus did it again, harder than before, and it was always in these moments, when he was up against another man, he felt a buzz unlike anything else. It was a mixture of anger and adrenaline merged into one, and he felt unstoppable. Nothing could distract him. He needed that buzz like his next breath, and it was intoxicating the way it flowed through his bloodstream, making him hazy on that dreamlike high.
    After that second slam, the man’s body went limp and Marcus let go of him. Knocked unconscious, he collapsed to the ground. The buzz quickly died off in Marcus soon after. He stepped over him and saw the girl standing now, looking down at the mangled body with empty eyes. He paused right then and there as he watched her. She was a striking young girl. Very tiny with jet black hair and dark eyes. When he spotted the blood on her face, he approached her slowly.
    “You alright?” he asked.
    She looked away from the body and up at him. “Of course I’m alright,” she retorted angrily. “What a stupid thing to ask.”
    His jaw nearly dropped from surprise. What the fuck? “Don’t give me attitude, girl. I just saved you.”
    “I didn’t need your help.”
    What in the fuck? “What in the fuck?”
    Brushing her hair out of her face, she turned and sped out of there. He followed straight away, hardly believing what he was hearing. Here he thought she would be fraught with trauma over the attack, and yet she walked away unhindered by it!
    “Are you having some kind of post trauma reaction that’s going the opposite way or some shit?” he asked her. “Are you in denial that you were about to get raped?”
    She ignored him as she grabbed her backpack off the ground. She picked it up the wrong way and her contents fell out of the unzipped compartment, landing in a scattered heap on the ground. She cursed and bent down, picking up her things hastily.
    Marcus knelt down too, grabbing at a few things of which she angrily ripped out of his grip.
    “I don’t need your help,” she practically spat at him. “I’d appreciate it if you just fucked off.”
    “Just another snotty little teen, huh?” he countered, uncaring about her demand. He grabbed at her shit and stuffed it in her bag. “A fucking thanks wouldn’t kill, princess.”
    She paused and scowled at him. He tensed at the blood that was literally covering half of her face. She looked almost sinister and beautiful…very fucking beautiful.
    “I’m not a princess,” she bitterly said. “I’m a hood rat. Just like you.”
    He was too