ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᗴᖇՏ & ᗩᗴՏTᕼᗴTIᑕՏ

"What the hell were you thinking you bastard? Jumping in the middle like that" she shrieks loudly, her face fueling with anger. I look at her baffled.

"Is that your way of thanking people who help you, cause if it is no wonder it's the first time" I retract. How could she be angry with me when I'm the one who saved her life? Took a damn knife for her?

As if on cue my knife wound calls out on me and fills my body with agonizing pain. "Help me? Did you see me calling for help or it was your ears ringing with cries for help, Mr. Superman?" she spits, looking at me dead in the eye.

"Well if you would've told me, that you enjoy being treated like trash then I wouldn't have helped you. I didn't know I was trying to save a pathetic damsel in distress such as yourself" She's really getting on my nerves. I can't believe I tried to save such an ungrateful bitch with no conscience whatsoever. Feeling my head going dizzy on me again, I close my eyes.

"I'm not a damsel in distress and you...sure as hell aren't my night in damn fucking armor"

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