Dark Night ((Cassandra))
Nov 27, 2010 11:04:15 GMT -5
Post by Owen Graham on Nov 27, 2010 11:04:15 GMT -5
Owen was going to make things up to Cassandra tonight, for everything that had been happening in their relationship lately. He knew that he'd messed up with her and he wanted to fix it. So, tonight he'd asked her to meet him in the park and he figured that they could go out for dinner or something after walking around, a bit and just talking about everything. It was a bit chilly outside when he got to the park and he wondered briefly if it had been the smartest idea to pick the park to meet. It was getting dark after all, since the winter months brought on the dark a lot sooner but for this moment the little bit of sun could still be seen. Pulling out his cell phone he realized that Cass wasn't due for another fifteen minutes or so, he'd just come early because he kind of hoped that she'd get there early as well. He was eager to have things better between the two of them, but a bit nervous about the fact that Cass might not forgive him either and that wouldn't be something that he could be very upset about since he'd put himself in this situation.
With a sigh he got up off of the bench and glanced around the pretty much empty park, frowning slightly as he hoped that Cass would have taken a cab over to the park instead of walking. He didn't like the idea of her being alone at night in the city, the thought causing him to start walking more toward the part of the park where he knew she'd be likely to enter from, so that he'd be there as she got out of the car. Starting over there he was surprised to see no one else in the park, but not worried or anything. That was why, he he saw another person he nodded at them and kept walking. His mind was set on figuring that he'd be close enough to greeting Cassandra soon enough and that was the only thing that he was focusing on, barely even paying attention to where he was walking as he tried to come up with what he'd say to her to fix all of this.
That was until suddenly he felt an arm wrapping around his neck, cutting off part of his oxygen supply. Through his coat he could feel something pressed into his back, something sharp and his mind grasped the fact that it was probably a knife but that was about all that he could understand right now because the rest of his mind was filled with fear of what could happen with that knife if the man so chose to use it. "Give me your money." A rough voice filled his ears, the knife pressing more dangerously into his skin, to a point where he was sure that it had to be drawing blood already.
At this point his mind completely blanked with fear, unable to even think of what he was supposed to do. "What?" Was the brilliant response he managed to come up with in his surprise and apparently it was a bad one. Even if his hands had been connected enough to his brain to reach into his pocket and pull out his wallet, the hesitation would have cost him. As it was, the lack of being able to think clearly had already cost him, feeling the sharp point being thrust into his back right under his ribs. Gasping he fell to the ground, pain overtaking all of his senses to a point where he wondered how something could hurt so much. He would have screamed, he was sure, if it weren't for the fact that even getting air into his lungs seemed like a task that was hard to handle. The idea of doing anything else seemed impossible.
Just as he thought that the pain couldn't get any worse, he suddenly felt the knife yanked out of his roughly, causing more damage than when it had even gone in. He could feel himself loosing the blood as the guy kicked him a few times to get him rolled over, barely aware of the way that the guy reached down and turned out his pockets, grabbing his wallet and cell phone. "Learn to listen better kid," the guy said with a cold laugh, kicking him again before walking away. Leaving Owen to lay there and fight for consciousness, trying to keep his eyes open and wondering if he was about to die, it sure felt like it.