CHAPTER FOUR
Cordelia, I hope you feel a bit better now. I won't go down the same way you did. No way! And that all starts today. I won't get kidnapped this time. I thought, scurrying down the road. But I spoke a bit too late, because, right then I crashed headfirst into someone. I was pushed to the ground. "Well, well, look what we have here. It looks like a rat's escaped its lair." the voice said, grabbing my hair. What is wrong with everyone grabbing my hair? if you keep pulling it out like this, the heroine won't be a heroine anymore! She'll be bald!
Now there was a thug leering at me. Oh great. And this was also probably the guy who had kidnapped Cordelia the first time around. My heart dropped to my stomach, thudding wildly the entire time. Cordelia, Darling, I used to hate you for being a pushover, but I get it now. As my heart thudded even more, my fingers went cold and numb. The thug pulled out a dagger.
Bruh! Please, No! I've only been alive for three seconds - I thought, and, on cue, white-hot sparks shot out of my fingers. Oh, like a portable lightsaber. cool. Anyway, the thug's leg got sliced clean in half, and he jerked away while clutching his leg.
Oh, come on, Cordelia. I take it back. that's what you call extreme stress? You should have seen me in the finals last year. I literally passed out. Compared to that, this was a catwalk. The sparks vanished quickly, and I wiped the sweat off my brow with small fingers. I'd worry about that entire thing later. For now, there was only one place I needed to go. The gambling den.