First fic, Mirror's Edge. I've enjoyed it. Faith is training a new guy, Drake Finn. Fun, fun, fun!
Standing on top of a building, looking over the edge, looking where she was lost to this world, so young, not even a year older than me... Remembering. Remembering the good times. Remembering how it was my fault. I remember becoming a Runner.
"Hey, Finn!" James "Mook" Carson yelled, as I was taking a leak. "Whatcha need, Jimmy?" I asked. Mook wasn't exactly charming, but we could've coexisted if he weren't a bully. He had picked on me since second grade. Once in Junior High, he even lit me on fire. I was the smallest in our class until the summer after my Freshman year in high school. At a lean and muscular six foot five, I was one of the largest our Senior year. Even bullies don't deserve what happened to him that day. But to the point for now. I zipped up my pants and got ready for a fight. "Me and these two are gonna give you a beatin' you'll never forget." "And I assume that this is going to leave me with broken self-esteem, a trampled spirit, and put me in counseling for the rest of my life?" Mook looked quite bewildered. "Well, maybe." At this, a young man with a video camera behind him snickered, earning a warning glare from Mook "I guess, you've got Chris and your other goons out there for if i wanna go to home after a long band practice like a normal person." Mook said back,"Yup. So don't try nothin'," At this, Frank pulled out a switchblade that I don't think was quite legal. I told him what I thought about the legality of his choice of weapon. Evidently Mook had enough of my trash talk , because he spouted profanities and told Frank Harris to attack. He did so, as if there was a bugle ushering him to battle. Of course, being a good little thug, he went in with the knife first.
And that's how it started. He stabbed at my shoulder, moving like a cobra. Luckily, I was faster. I grabbed his wrist, twisted it,took the knife, stabbed into Frank's calf, pivoted with my right foot so my leg was across his shins, put my right hand behind his head, kicked backward with my right leg, taking his legs out fom under him. Then I slammed his face into the urinal that I had just flushed, cracking the porcelain with his hard head. This filled me with a savage pleasure coursing through my veins. Then it was time to deal with the others. Gordon Thompson rushed me, then as he got close, he swung a fist at me, which I grabbed, pivoted, pulled down on his arm, and Judo threw him over my shoulder. Then I glared at Mook. He looked nervous for a fraction of a second, then it solidified into anger, like water freezing into ice. Even that very short glimpse of weakness was enough for me to know that he wasn't confident enough to beat me. He had started a fight he couldn't win, thinking sheer numbers would prevail.
He tried it anyway, as I knew he would. He kicked at my jaw, but I ducked, and too quickly for it to register, I shouldered him in the groin, slamming him into the door with such force that it cracks spiderwebbed from behind him, so I kicked him through through the wounded door. At this, his little groupie with the video camera ran off. That's okay, because, with the evidence that memory card contained would prove that I was just defending myself, not just beating the crap out of people. When I stepped through what was left of the door, Chris looked like he was about to crap himself, so I walked by. Then Frank got up and yelled, "Boys, get 'im!" At that, I began to sprint. I tossed my backpack into the band hall as I ran by, so it wouldn't slow me down. Mook was catching up, being a tailback on the Varsity football team. He wouldn't keep up long, though. I turned off into a hallway, heading toward the library, with it's upstairs research area. I vaulted over the guardrail on the grand staircase in the foyer. As I hit the vinyl, I rolled to shift my momentum so I wouldn't break my leg. Mook and his friends weren't quite that brave, so they took the stairs. Much slower. Of course, I had trained in Parkour over the summer. I never thought I would have to use it. I ducked into the library and turned the lights off so that I could have some shadow to hide in. About 15 seconds later, they all busted in, knives ready. I had angered them enough that they were ready to stab me. That's not good