[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 2px solid white; background:url(https://38.media.tumblr.com/76…g9ggHcHJ1raodjgo1_500.gif); width: 403px; height: 200px; overflow: hide][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 40px; opacity: 0.60;margin-left: -17px; margin-bottom: -5px][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 22px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -9px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: black]SOMETIMES, WHEN I DON'T USE MY HEAD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -18px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black]WHEN I DON'T USE MY MIND; WHEN I DON'T THINK IT THROUGH[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black]I GUESS I'M INVINCIBLE[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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asche [ ah-che ] smith
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the taste of blood in my mouth made me want to spit. it was a mixture of my own blood and someone else's. i didn't really want to get some sort of disease from this douche's blood, but i couldn't spit right now; my mouth was duct taped. the best thing i could do was not swallow. that was all i could do right now.
i was being carried by four men, laying in the air like a human coffin. my wrists were bound together with duct tape, and my ankles were each held by the two men carrying my bottom half. i had a bag over my head, so i couldn't see where we were going, but i wasn't worried. not at all. if this guy thinks he can scare me, he's got another thing coming.
and no, i'm not trying to sound all macho and tough. he literally didn't scare me. it doesn't matter who he is, who he has dealt with, what he's done... all of that didn't matter. i was in the military, born and raised, and so i was adequate to kick anyone's ass. trained in ninjitsu, krav maga and systema, i was well suited. plus, i know every weak point on the body, every pressure point, all the good stuff. sure, i'm probably not the physically stronger in a fight, but you'd have to be some sort of macho-weight-lifter to beat me.
god, i sound so cocky.
finally, my body turned and i fell onto my chest on the ground, grunting at the sudden pain in my ribs. i was yanked up into a sitting position by the bag on my head, and i sat on my knees, my eyes being blinded by the sudden light as the bag was yanked off my head. the duct tape was ripped off my mouth and began to sting. well.
slowly, my dark eyes traveled upwards to be met with quite possibly the most attractive male i had ever seen. seriously. this guy could be a model. but, he was a criminal, and i have no respect for criminals.
i spat the mixture of blood out, staining the floor as i looked up at the male. he was younger than me, but obviously held more power. i was but a simple police officer. who is a trained assassin and could kill you with my teeth. i wouldn't tell him that, though. instead, i simply stayed silent, waiting for him to speak.
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