Black cat (462 words)

Scenes of another life flash past my eyes as they widen in realization as to whom, where and when I currently am.

Without much thought I headbutt the teenager by the name of Ryan who was currently attempting to rape me before following up with freeing my legs form underneath him and repeatedly kneeing him between the legs and into the stomach which caused him to release my arms and gave me the freedom to finish what I intended from the moment I realized what was going on.

Ryan who was not a very special looking guy with short brown hair rolled on the floor of my room as he screamed profanities at me and tried to get back to his feet.

It didn't require much thought to grab the lamp on my bedside and rip off the paper lampshade to expose the lightbulb and metal stand.

The light bulb shattered and sprayed glass shards all over Ryan's face with quite a few entering his mouth as I swung the thing into his face.

Having used up this end of my weapon I turned it around and hammered its base against the attempting rapist temple.

It took five hits to knock him out but that hardly mattered, and I moved on to search his body for his phone.

After a short moment skipping through my memories, I found out his password and quickly went to his social media where I started to send messages to different friends to make up an alibi.

This took me a few minutes, but I had time.

Except for the profanities Ryan threw at me he didn't have much time to scream form pain as my hit between his legs and into his stomach robbed him off air and after the light bulb in his face he could no longer scream.

Ripping off the cable of my improvised weapon I use it to bind Ryan's arms behind his back and curled up the lampshade to stuff his mouth.

Letting out a tired sigh I start dressing myself in discardable clothes and went around the house to gather some matches and a couple of spray cans together with a bottle of bleach.

Then I gathered a lot of fillable containers and filled them with water before placing them near the front door.

I allowed myself a short brake in the kitchen where I opened a can of cola and revied my plan to deal with Ryan's corpse, yes, corpse.

He might not be dead just yet but I was very intent on changing that tonight.

"Felicia Sara Hardy, daughter of Lydia and Walter Hardy of which the later was a world renown thief. A character out of fictional work in a fictional world…" I mutter out loud as