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Percy's POV
My eyes kept zipping from the groaning Jason to the coughing Jack. Jason was just sitting up with a bit of blood dripping from his nose onto his jeans. Jack was still lying on the ground with his hands around his neck coughing, as if you was trying to push the air back down his windpipe.
I have to get out of here! But I have to see if they're alright first...
"I'm sorry..." I choked out, shocked at how my voice sounded. I've never hurt an innocent person before, and I really don't want to start now.
Jason looked up at me. As soon as he made eye contact with me, he glared, then proceeded to go see Jack. "You all goods mate?" Jason asked once he was by Jack's side.
Jack gave a weak nod then sat up slowly with the help of Jason. When he saw me, he had a different expression on his face... Confusion?
"What the hell?" He said quietly, giving it just that much more affect.
"I... Um. I..." They continued to stare at me, silently begging for an answer, but how do I explain this?
"Um, well, I have these nightmares after a... Tuff experience... And it left me with PTSD. So, when I dream about it, if anyone tries to wake me, I lash out, doing stuff that I had no idea I could do. But i'm deep in my subconscious, so I have no idea I'm doing it," I explained shortly, on lying about the 'doing stuff I never knew I could do' part.
They continued to stare at me, as if trying to find out weather I was lying or not. "I'm so sorry," I repeated.
It felt like it had been hours since the last time they spoke, but then Jason let out a small laugh. "Man, good right hook. You took me right out."
I gave a confused look. Shit, did I punch him?
"Oh, well, I guess it's time for us to tell our part," Jack started. "Well, I noticed you had fallen asleep and laughed before getting back to studying. But then, about 15 minutes later, you started withering in your sleep. Groaning and flinching like you were reliving your worst fears. We were both worried about you. So, Jason being the closest to you, started to shake you awake. But then all of a sudden, your head sprang up, your eyes wide open, but they seemed different. Like the lights were on but no one was home. You looked like a completely different person, some people would say like a killer," both boys laughed at that. But I knew that that was true. They thought that was just something from what I'd seen in my nightmare or something, but only I knew that my walls were down in that second. My eyes were showing the truth. My eyes were showing my worst fear.
"Anyway, back to the story," Jason started, continuing on from Jack. "I have to admit, I was a bit freaked out by what I saw in your eyes, but before I even registered what was happening, you clenched your fist and brought your arm round and punched me right in the jaw with so much force I went flying off the seat," Jason brought his hand up to his nose, felt around, before bringing it back down to discover the bleeding had stopped."I'm not 100% sure what happened with Jack, so I guess it's better Jack tells you."
"Yeah, well, after you hit Jason, and any normal person would've been knocked out, but Jason has a rather thick skull-"
"No it's actually true. I am a straight A student but I do actually have a thick head," Jason laughed.
"Anyway," Jack glared at Jason," after you hit Jason, my fighter instincts kicked in so I went in for the hit, but you surprised me when you caught my fist. But before I could do anything else, you flipped me over onto the ground, dug your knee into my chest, and pushed your forearm up against my throat, quickly making it hard for me to breath."
Horror consumed my face. Had I done that? To an innocent person? "I'm so sorry," I stated. "I had no idea what I was doing, and when I woke up I got right off of you. I didn't mean to, I had no idea what-" I was cut off.
"It's all goods dude. We're fine, your fine, thats the all that matters." Jason stated.
"No it's not!" I growled back. "I hurt an innocent person, even though I didn't know what I was doing, I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't hurt any innocent person. I'll be expelled if someone finds out-"
"Dude, calm down, and no one's gonna find out," Jack stated, using his hands to say the same thing. "Like we said before, it's all goods."
I was still kicking myself, but before I could retort, the bell came to life. I quickly jumped up, grabbed my laptop and other stuff that I had brought to the Library, closed the book I was reading, then sprinted out the door, not stopping when Jack and Jason were calling my name.
I ditched the rest of the day, probably not the smartest thing to do on your first day of school, but I didn't care at that moment. I need to work out my anger.
I jumped on my bike, and headed straight for the cafe, barely staying in the speed limit.
As soon as I got there, I parked my bike down the alley way beside the cafe, then headed in, going through the freezer and through the secret door.
When I got down, I chucked my bag down, not caring if it broke my laptop, took my shoes off then stomped over to one of my punching dummies. I started beating the crap out of it. Throwing punches, kicks and other moves that I didn't even register that I was doing them.
Eventually I stopped, only to head over to my weapons table, grab my bo-staff, head to the back of the room and start practising, but not before chucking my shirt off. I started smacking dummies, twirling my bo-staff around, doing flips, using every bit of my lair as an advantage.
I did a side flip only to use the momentum to smack the dummy I was punching with so much force that the top of it came off. I stood there, breathing heavily but not out of breath, at the now severed head of the punching dummy.
I was only broken out of my thoughts when a beeping sounded from my computers. I walked over, grabbing a hand towel off the table and wiping my face before focusing on the computer.
The city scan that I had run had finally picked up the face of the man that was tearing New York apart with his stupid drugs called Divertido. The man, Marco Martinez, has been suppling the drug that's been killing dozens throughout the city.
The traffic cameras picked up his face going into an abandon warehouse, just a few blocks from here. The door was guarded by two men with arms the size of bowling balls. But, I don't know if these guys realise, that in a fight, strength doesn't get you very far. Skill and stamina do.
I examined the area a bit more, deciding that the best way in was through the bush that was covering the right side of the building.
I looked over at my mask. Time to get suited up.
~0~0~0~
I examined myself. I was in black leather pants and black Nike Free's. I had on a dark, navy blue leather jacket, with a dark navy blue hood. The jacket had lace down the sides, as well as on my shoulders, but had another layer of a dark electric blue underneath the lace, making it more flexible, with a black zip running down the front.
I decided to not wear the bandana, as no one really knew me at this point. So I grabbed my dark navy blue (surprised?) mask and slipped it over my eyes. I then double checked the location of the warehouse before flicking up my hood, making sure that it covered my face, before grabbing some small throwing knives that I could easily make, tucked them into a holder on my bicep, grabbed my bo-staff, then headed up the stairs before I hopped on my motorbike and sped off, placing my bo-staff through a holder on my back.
~0~0~0~
I sped through traffic, not stopping until I got to the bush outside the warehouse.
I pulled up as quietly as I could before double checking that my hood was far down over my face, but made sure that I still had maximum visibility.
I creeped around into the bush, only stopping at the brink of the bush. I crouched down and scanned the building, making sure to keep out of sight.
I spotted the two guys out front. They both were armed with Assault Rifles, and both of them did not look in the mood to talk.
I quietly, but quickly, pulled my bo-staff off my back and got ready to pounce.
I then moved further down the line of the bush before the door was only six feet in front of me. When I made sure they weren't looking in my direction, I rolled out of the bush, jumped up, and smacked the guy closest to me on the back of the head.
"Knock out!" I yelled, startling the other guy. If he hadn't heard me knock out his guarding buddy, he defiantly heard me now.
He dropped his gun, realising that there was no use for it here since we were up close and balled his fist before swinging it at me, but I easily lent back, watching the fist go flying over my face. He then tried to kick me in the side, but I blocked it with my bo-staff. He continued to throw punch after punch and kick after kick, me continuing to block and dodge, staying on the defence side, waiting to tire him out. When it got to the point where I could hear him puffing, I had had enough and quickly switched to attack. I moved forward on him, spinning my bo-staff around and giving him hit after hit, the guy trying, and failing, to dodge my blows.
Then, after punching him in the gut with my free hand, I spun around and kicked him in the face. I could've just let him fall, but that was to easy. I caught him just before his knees crumpled and brought him into a headlock, where I could easily break his neck, which I was planning to do.
"Y-you don't have to do this," the guy stammered from his difficult position.
I continued to stare forward. "Yes, I do," I then forced my forearm down on his neck, affectively pushing it back and after I heard the un-mistakable snap, I let go and saw him fall limp to the floor.
I looked at the dude that I had knocked out first, he wasn't moving, but was alive. I decided to leave it that way, I really couldn't be bothered.
I looked at the door that the two failed to guard successfully, and without a second thought, I kicked the door open.
The door gave way instantly. When the dust had settled, I found myself in a large room which contained large amounts of tables, each occupied massive amounts of chemicals and glasses.
At each table, there was someone there, working with the chemicals. But the thing that didn't make sense, was that their hands were shaking and they were visibly scared out of their minds. I then looked closer and saw the steel chain that was tied around each of their necks. Electric collars.
I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard a laugh come from the other side of the room. "And what are you supposed to be? A vigilante?" He laughed. The man was immediately recognised as Marco Martinez, the jerk who was behind all of this.
He was flanked by two guards, both smaller than the others out the front, but still big. They moved forward, the one on the right quickly throwing a punch that I dodged just in time. He tried again, but this time I caught his fist, flipped him, then brought my bo-staff down hard on his throat, instantly killing him, when I stood back up. I took a blow to the head from the other guy before I could turn around. I went with the momentum of the punch before I turned around, kicked the dude in the chest making him stumble back, then did a side flip towards him, and when I was coming down, my foot kicked him in the head, knocking him out, before I jabbed my bo-staff down on his throat, again, killing him instantly. I looked back towards a stunned Marco.
"You could say that," I replied in a low growl, answering his question from before. And with that I quickly slipped out one of my throwing knives from the holder on my arm and flung it with incredible accuracy, aiming for his heart. But Marco was able to at least move a bit so that it impaled itself in his right shoulder. I heard a yell of pain escape his lips, before I sprang at him, my bo-staff at the ready.
I immediately took the position of the attacker, swinging my bo-staff at him, catching him almost every time. But then when I aimed at his head, he caught the staff, ripped it out of my hands, then threw it aside just before punching me hard right in the jaw, then in the gut. I flinched at the contact, but other than that, didn't react. He stared at me, stunned that I hadn't doubled over.
I smirked at him before I punched him quickly in the jaw, causing him to collapse, before I knelt down, grabbed the knife that was still impaled in the mans shoulder, ripped it out, then jammed it back into his body, this time quickly piercing his heart.
I stood up slowly, watching the life slowly drain out of the mans eyes, before they went stone cold.
I then looked around the building, remembering the hostages. It would take forever to take them all off individually, since there was about 10 in total. So instead, I looked around quickly, before my eyes landed on an electricity panel.
I took out my second knife before throwing it with pin-point accuracy, spearing the panel right through the middle.
I looked back at the hostages, who were still staring at me like I had just done a back flip. "Go!" I shouted. That brought them out of there shock as they bolted for the door. I waited until they were all out, before doing a full sweep of the room, just making sure I didn't miss anything. When I found nothing, I proceeded to grab my bo-staff and knife from the panel, leaving the other in Marco Martinez's body.
I ran out the door, quickly deciding to tie up the still breathing guard with the strap of his rifle.
After that I headed to my motorbike, knowing that in the morning, the police would hear about it and stop by, as well as talking to the hostages.
I put my bo-staff back in its holder before jumping on and speeding off, but the whole way back to my lair I couldn't help but think that there was very little people guarding the place. Were they that confident that the cops wouldn't find them? Are the cops that terrible?
~0~0~0~
When I made it back to the cafe, I parked my bike before heading down to my lair. When I got down, the first thing I did was pull back my hood and slip off my mask so it was hanging around my neck. I then proceeded to put all of my weapons back on the weapons table before I started to get changed back into my normal clothes.
Once I was done, I put my Leathers back on the table, then headed over to the computers where I checked the time. 12:52am.
I sighed as I grabbed my phone off of the table and stuffed it in my pocket before heading for the stairs while grabbing my jacket and backpack off of the floor.
Once I got home, I was practically sleep walking before I got to my room and collapsed onto the bed.
~0~0~0~
We had been running for at least and hour and I was exhausted. But it seemed that Beckendorf wasn't even breaking a sweat.
'Hey..." I said breathlessly, slowing down a bit. "Can we take a break?"
Beckendorf stopped all of a sudden, nearly resulting in me crashing into his back. I stumbled back, leaning down with my hands on my knees, breathing heavily. When I had finally caught my breath, I glanced back up and saw Beckendorf stifling a laugh.
I glared at him. "What? It's not my fault I don't have the lungs of a bloody whale!"
He stopped all of a sudden and gave me a confused look. "Whales don't breathe water?" He inquired.
I just waved it off. "Where are we going anyway?" I asked, standing back up straight.
His smile returned to his face. "You'll see." He then started to move again, but I reached out and grabbed his shoulder, making him stop and turn back around.
"How do you know this place so well?" I asked quizzically.
"Let's just say that this isn't my first time running free on this island," and with that, he started off again, but this time, I couldn't be bothered to try and stop him so I took a deep breath before chasing after him.
~0~0~0~
My alarm woke me up just as I was starting to go deeper into my nightmare. Can't I just have one night where I'm not plagued by nightmares?
I sighed as I got up and got ready for school, starting with a quick shower to wake myself up.
Once I was all dressed and clean, I went downstairs before I had a quick breakfast then headed out the door after I grabbed my keys to my motorbike.
I rode to school at a crusiey speed, knowing that I had heaps of time. When I finally made it to school, I decided to go in through the front as I did not want another encounter with that gym teacher if I didn't have to.
I kept my hood up for two reasons. One: Pretty much everyone has already seen my face. And two: I don't want anyone figuring out the resemblance to the hooded new kid and the hooded vigilante.
I walked through the front doors, immediately greeted with... nothing. Absolutely nothing. There were a few whispers, but other than that, nothing.
I slowly walked down the hall, examining everyone. They all seemed to be looking at something on their various devices. Some friends were whispering between each other, while others were completely glued to their screens.
I was debating on weather to go find Jack and Jason after that incident that happened yesterday, but was snapped out of my thoughts when I was greeted by said faces staring right at me.
They continued to stare, Jason playing with his fingers while Jack's face was twisted with question. I was about to ask what was up when all of a sudden Jack spoke up.
"Hey Percy! By the way we didn't tell anyone about your nightmare yesterday and we respect that you don't want to tell us and we will not push for answers." He blurted out in one breath, causing him to gasp for air when he finished.
I was shocked at his statement. Any other person would've gone about blabbing to everyone in school saying that the new kid has nightmares, but these guys seemed decent.
"Thanks guys-" "Yeah yeah, your welcome, but change of topic, have you read the news?" Jason interrupted me.
I gave him a confused look, "no..."
"Well come on!" Jason then proceeded to drag me to his locker with Jack in tow. When we finally reached his locker, he swung it open and brought out his laptop. He rested the bottom on his arm while his other hand opened the laptop and then started flying over the keys, typing something.
Then, after a couple of seconds, he shoved the laptop in my face, forcing me to look at it.
I quickly scanned what looked to be a news article and wasn't surprised at what I saw.
The city's worst drug has been shut down after two years, after it's dealer
was murdered at what I'm guessing was where the drug, Divertido, was
manufactured. The hostages were freed and one other man who appeared
to be a guard was killed, but the last guard was left tied up.
The said hostages were set free after last night's event.
The Police have already talked to some of them, but most of them are
still traumatised by the events of the previous night(s).
The police are saying that a masked 'vigilante' is behind the take down.
Security footage from the building shows a masked man with a hood on
arriving, before easily taking out both guards, before kicking open the
door and stabbing the presumed dealer, Marco Martinez in the heart,
after taking down two other guards.
Police Captain Barry Brewer has confirmed that this man is none of the
officers and is considered dangerous...
The article went on for longer, but I didn't bother to read it. I knew there were camera's in the building, just like I knew the police would check it and consider me dangerous. But what caught my eye was the name of the Police Captain. "Brewer? As in Jack Brewer?" I asked. I remembered yesterday when Mr Blofis had greeted the two.
"Yeah. My Dad is the lead on the case, so I got to see the footage." Jack stated. "And I was also able to put it onto a flash drive and download it onto my phone without him knowing," a mischievous smile covered his face.
Jason shot a pointed look Jack's way. "When were you going to tell me this?" He exclaimed.
Jack just chuckled. "When Percy got here. Anyway, do you want to see it or not?" Jack asked, waving his phone in the air.
Jason shut the laptop before chucking it into the locker, (not gracefully might I add) before rushing over to Jack's side, trying to get the best view of the phone.
Jack looked at me questionably, then I realised he was inviting me to come watch it as well.
I slowly moved to Jack's empty side, just as he pushed play on the video.
The video played the fight between me and one of the guards. Now that I was watching it, I noticed how tired the other guy had gotten. I had to stifle a laugh as I glanced back at me and saw me not even breaking a sweat let alone puffing.
Then just as I took him out, the video stopped short and cut to the footage inside the building, just when I killed Marco and his two other goons. It then showed when I freed the hostages, going up to the point when I picked up my bo-staff and left.
The screen froze just as the door was nearly shut. Jack turned off his phone, before stuffing it in his pocket.
"Wow," Jason stated, still staring at where the phone used to be. "He didn't even seem tired while fighting the guard, like it was so easy he could be texting and still be blocking his hits!" He exclaimed.
"I know right? My dad has classified him as a criminal, even though he stopped the drug dealer that has been active for just over two years now," he finished.
"Wait a minute," I spoke up. They both turned to look at me, quietly wondering why I called their attention. "Criminal?" Is that what they thought?
"Yeah, but I have no idea why, this guy looks awesome! He seems to have better moves than Rudy!" Jack exclaimed.
"And you," Jason stated. Jack sent a glare his way, causing Jason to raise his hands in a surrender motion.
Just before anyone could say anything else, the bell rung, obviously startling all the students.
"C'mon, we'll talk more about him at lunch," Jason said as he dragged us in the direction of Mr Blofis' classroom.
Now I'm really glad I decided to go with a mask, can't have anyone arresting me, especially since I'm not stopping.
Hope you enjoyed!
Sorry that there wasn't a lot of the flashbacks in this one, but I hope the action made up for it. And just tell me if you think it should be M, because I have to admit, that was gruesome! :)
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