The Rooftop

My heart drummed fast peering at Logan lying feebily and specking crimson blood flowing from his head and moistening his hair. The goon clasped me by my arms. His grip was stiff, it felt like my arms were clutched by hefty chains I couldn't move my arms. He yanked me I refused to walk and my legs were dragged on the floor as if they were cartons. He overpowered me gripping me by my stomach, I jerked still he continued pulling me and we halted beside the edge of rooftop.

"Help!" I howled as if from a mountain top, "someone help us!" Tears prickled my eyes.

"Stay quiet!" The goon pushed me down. I lay on the floor and I struggled to spring to my feet. He clenched my arms and I felt constricted I couldn't move and he knelt besides me. He clutched my blouse shredding it, it tore horribly and it became tattered as if devoured by a dog. "Help..! Help me!" I screamed.

"Keep quiet." He clutched my neck tightly and I fought hard to breathe. I gasped for air. He peeked at my bra and his lips curled into a smile. He licked my smooth stomach and I said with a pleading voice, "don't.. Please have mercy."

The robust goon stood staring down at us and he was giggling audibly. 

Logan regained his consciousness. He veered and stared at us. Blood from his head trickled to his ears. He patted his head and groaned. He was aghast seeing my blouse torn and my flat stomach and bust disclosed. He clamped his fists and gnashed his jaw. He glimpsed the goon licking my stomach and his tongue spanning towards my chest. He scrambled over to us and he hurled a hard kick at the goon. The goon tumbled off me. He tossed on the slope of the rooftop like a ball, he was out of control and he rolled off the edge plummeting in the air and he plopped to the ground.

Logan's eyes broadened in astonishment as he glanced at the goon rolling off the rooftop.  He didn't expect the goon will roll unsteadily by just a kick. He panicked and he walked to the edge of the rooftop and he glanced down at the goon. A pool of crimson blood spread around him. His head was whacked on the concrete ground. Logan's eyes shriveled feeling quite awful.

I sprang to my feet and I felt my waist getting grasped by the robust goon. I felt startled and jerked. I fought to free my arms from his grasp but his grasp was too tight I could barely move. He yanked a knife from his jacket and he curved his arm spanning it to my neck.

"Let me go.." My voice cracked as I spoke and tears drizzled on my cheeks. 

Logan edged away from the edge of the rooftop and his eyes widened in startlement spotting me in the goon's arms and he felt jittery glimpsing the blade of the knife nearing my neck. Any second closer, the blade could slit my throat. "Let her go." His brows knitted.

"No way, " the goon shook his head, "you killed my buddy now you want me to let the chic go? Not happening." He said firmly.

Listening to his voice closer to my ear, I shuddered as it was husky as a roaring thunder. I shut my eyes firmly. "I will soon die. I'm gonna die." I panicked in my mind.

Logan hopped off the ground almost like an antelope and he hurled a hard kick at the goon's chest, the goon staggered and I was slowly drifting from his arms. Logan trotted to me, he grasped my hand and he tried to pull me from the goon's arms the goon hastily plunged his knife into his arm. Logan squealed. My eyes broadened in astonishment specking the goon's knife dipped in Logan's arm and I noticed a small stream of crimson blood spurting from his arm. Logan unhurriedly dropped to his knees and he lay on the floor patting his arm moaning audibly.

I attempted to scurry to him the goon grasped me by my waist, "come here!" He screeched. His voice almost deafened me. He shoved me to the ground I hit my back and moaned and he knelt besides me. He spanned his hand to my neck and he gripped it with his thumbs. "Die you witch!" He yelped.

His thumbs felt stiff. I struggled to breathe, I was gasping and I caught a glimpse of a huge rock lying close to us. I spanned my hand towards it. I was starting to feel dizzy my vision was getting blurry and I felt like I was going to pass out. I laid my hand on the rock and I tugged it closer till I could grasp it. I spanned my arm towards the goon's head and, my hand moved on a fast pace, I jabbed his head with the rock.

The goon jerked and rolled off me and he conk out.    

I sat up stroking my neck and coughing softly. I crawled towards Logan. His eyes were rolling into their socket and he tossed. I knelt besides him and I held his cheek and looked into his eyes, "don't you die please stay awake for me."

Logan sighed and I noticed his eyes slowly shutting I grasped his shirt and screamed, "please don't die..I'm sorry...I'm sorry... Please stay awake."

Logan gasped for air. His vision was getting foggy, his eyes were slowly closing and he spanned his hand towards my arm, "it's okay." He mumbled. He attempted to touch my arm and his hand slowly dropped on the floor. His eyes closed completely and he was motionless. 

"No.No.No, " I shook my head, "No...!" I screeched at the top of my voice. I held his face and leaned it on my chest, "someone's dead and it's all my fault." I felt my tears smooching my cheeks.