"Ouch..." is all I can even hope to mutter before my airway is cut off.
"You....you...YOU!!!" is all I can hear. The woman is shieking. I manage to open my eyes and look down at her. Both my hands grip her one hand that's holding me in the air. She has bright red hair. It's frizzy, individual hairs sticking out in all directions from her ponytail. Her brown eyes are filled with rage and hate. Her face is narrow and tan, like she lives at the beach.
I swallow, carefully, trying to get some air. "Let... Go!!" I gasp.
"NOOO!!! She yells in my face. "It's ALL YOU'RE FAULT!! They have what they need because of YOU!!" Her fingers dig into my neck. I give a strangled cry as pain erupts. Her nails are piercing my skin. I can feel blood running down my neck.
"Pleeease...?" I gasp... I can't breathe. I... I can't....
"MIYURI!!" The woman's head snaps to my left. The voice was male, that's all I can tell. "Put the girl down." The woman, Miyuri?, slowly lowers me back to the sidewalk and releases me. I gasp, inhaling all the sweet air I can, filling my starving lungs.
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