Forty Third Secret

Zach realised too late that he was outmatched by a group of women. In his confusion he ran down a street with a dead end and when he turned to find another route, they were already blocking it. He felt the blood dripping down his face and realised that his face had sustained a cut when he had been slapped.

The purple haired woman approached him and he ducked past her. This was one of the only times his short height was an advantage.

Another of the women in the group caught his wrist which he managed to shake free. He ran back the way he had come, his breath coming in short panicked bursts. This time there was another person walking on the pavement a short distance away which was a relieving sight. There was no way they would attack him with someone else present.

Then someone grabbed his arm and he saw the purple headed woman had caught up to him. He cried out in pain from her tight grip.

She was intent on not letting him escape.

A boot came flying