Dazed I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I looked around and saw four men sat on varnished chairs rubbing their knuckles. They stared at me and stood up. I jumped up immediatly clenching my fists. "I'm not having this." I thought to myself. I closed my eyes and concentrated, a flash of brightness and everything was clearer, I propelled myself into the first thug I saw. We tumbled to the floor and we rolled around on the floor and threw punches around. He grabbed my shirt and tried picking me up but as he bent closer I threw my head forward and sent him off. The other three looked at me with peircing eyes and began walking towards me.
My heart beat was steady but still I felt the adreniline speeding through my veins. I lashed out and knocked one to the floor screaming with agony and turned to attack another. He went to tackle me but I ducked down and threw him over shoulder; He hit the ground with a thud a didn't move at all. The final one He looked the smallest and had been the least involved. I walked towards him slowly my eyes fixated on his. A murmur came from behind and I spun round to look but there was nothing there and when I turned back all that was there was a wall covered in chipped paint.
I was alone and had nobody to turn to. This was about me.