I'll be your light

“BLOCK B” is written on the floor she is standing on. She swallows in fear and runs. She feels like she is running in circles, everywhere she goes it has “BLOCK B” marked with thick black spray paint. She sees a figure in the distance; her face drains to white when she realizes it is a man with a clown mask. Her ankle almost rolls when she tries to run in the other direction and pain shoots up her leg. She needs to get out of BLOCK B territory. She sees another man in a clown mask approaching her so she tries to turn the other way. Her sneakers fail her and she hears her ankle hit the floor and she falls to the ground. Her sprained ankle throbs in pain as she tries to stand. Suddenly all seven members of BLOCK B are standing around her in a circle, their clown masks are all she can see. “Spear me please.” She whimpers. “Do you know what happens to people who are caught on BLOCK B territory?” one of the men say through his mask. She nods so fast her head might fall of. “Please no.” she whimpers. “Let me go, please.” The seven BLOCK B gangsters snicker. “What do you think we do to our victims?” One of them asks while crouching down beside her. “Cut their fingers off? Burn their hair down to their scalp? Pull their teeth out?” He sneers. He is feeding off her fear, seeing her tremble excites him. “That’s enough.” Another member says. They all look at him, their faces screwing under their masks. “Look how young she is. She is afraid and she is hurt. I don’t think we need to tease her anymore.” He says. The girl trembles uncontrollably. ‘Did he just save me?’ She thinks to herself before she passes out from fear.

She wakes to see a clown bandaging her ankle. She jerks her leg back and sits up, hugging her knees. “What are you doing?” She asks with a shaking voice. “Take the tape off when you get home to sleep. Ask someone to re-tape your ankle when you go to school.” The man with the clown mask says. “T – Thank you..” the girl stutters. “Now get home.” He says roughly. She flinches at his roughness and leaves as quickly as she can.

She burst through the door of her home. “Melinda! How was the movies?” her mother calls from the living room couch where she is happily reading a book. “It was alright.” Melinda calls back before retreating into her room. Her phone chimes; it is a text message from her friend Vanessa.
‘Did you get home safely?’ It reads.
Melinda smiles at her friends concern for her.
‘I got home safely. What about you?’ She replies.
‘I just walked though my door ahaha :)’
Relieved that her friend made it home safely she looks at her bandaged ankle. She shudders as she realizes what had happened. She had escaped the grasp of the notorious gang BLOCK B.

BLOCK B is a dangerous gang known to roam the streets at night. They are always wearing scary clown masks to hide their faces. Ever since their debut, they’ve dealt with and overthrown mafia gangs, they’ve robbed the highest class, most protected bank in the world, and they’ve also kidnapped a girl and kept her hostage for fun. No one knows what happened to that girl afterwards, she left town and no one heard from her again… BLOCK B aren’t the type to aimlessly go around scaring people. They just like to mark their territory and no one is allowed to be seen there or they will catch you. For some unknown reason, BLOCK B have never been caught by the police. Some say that BLOCK B are too smart and are always one step ahead of the police, others say that BLOCK B have control over the corrupted system. No one really knows.

Melinda winces at the thought that she wouldn’t be home right now if it weren’t for the nice clown. ‘Nice clown?’ Melinda scoffs to herself. She doesn’t believe any of them are capable of feeling ‘niceness’. If they were at all nice, they wouldn’t have started this stupid gang anyways to do stupid things on innocent people.

Notes

sorry if the first chapter is confusing >.< i dont know how to word things that come to my mind so it might not make sense