Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 12

I curled up and hugged my head, too scared to make a sound or look up.

The stench of blood and screams echoed through the alley as the rain poured down heavily, the darkness obliterating any chance of seeing the attacker’s face.

All I knew was that he was tall and ruthless, his blows meant to kill.

The sound of sirens brought my heart back from my throat.

“Police!” they exclaimed.

By the time the officers arrived, the tall shadow that had been dealing out violence stumbled away, leaving nothing but a pool of blood that confirmed he was real, not a figment of my imagination.

“Who did this?” one cop asked.

I stayed silent, still huddled in the corner.

“Some maniac. Aren’t you cops supposed to catch him?!” the victim railed.

The cop approached me, “Did you see who did this? Which way did the culprit go?”

Numbly, I shook my head. Even if I had seen, I wouldn’t tell. These men deserved it.

“They… they were going to assault me,” I croaked out.

The officer frowned, “Take everyone in!”

“Christ, she was dressed like that and we thought she was a hooker,” one of the assailants spat out in an attempt to smear my name.

struggled to my feet, clutching myself,

go to the station!” the

the officers, I

alley,

looking disheveled. He moved as if

me. “Dexter, I don’t love

gratitude had left me battered

need to let myself go,” I begged, my voice choked with tears.

wasn’t out of concern for me; he

at him with an ashen look,

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not following. Probably disgusted by the shame I

foot was injured and dripped blood to the ground. I limped into

the station, I didn’t mention the man who had beaten the other.

devil of the night, appearing and vanishing without a trace.

leave. My foot numb

shivered, curling up on the

Suddenly, an umbrella was held over

looked up to see an

I’m heading to

he spoke again, “I’m a Detective, Robin Lancaster.

I stood and eyed

said, noting

fine. I’ll get

feeling uneasy but still getting into the