Chpt.3

I fell to the ground as Jason punched me in the stomach a third time. I could feel bruises already starting to form.

We must have been fighting for more than a half hour, and it was starting to ware down on me. I weakly tried to get up, but Jason kicked me in the side. I grunted in pain, struggling to get to my feet.

"I'm sure once he sees some killing and I teach him how to fight, your brother would make a perfect sidekick." he whispered in a mocking voice, his moth barely touching my ear. "He might be even better than the other Ramon. You remember him Indi, don't you? Considering he died trying to save you, I would hope you'd remember him." he taunted. He was fueling my anger.

I stood up despite my soreness, feeling a new strength. I quickly tripped Jason with my foot, sending him off balance, and I kicked him, making him fall to the ground. I swiftly straddled him, then started punching him in the face. I had him. He was down.

"Alright Bajita! Alright! You win." he snickered, and I stopped punching him.

That was… that was easier than expected. That was WAY easier than expected.

Did he let me win? But what would he gain from doing that? I thought. He looked up and smirked at me.

"I like this position." He was referring to me straddling him of course.

"Perv." I grumbled as I got off of him, and Ramon ran to me in joy.

"Indi! That was awesome! Where'd you learn how to fight like that?" he exclaimed in awe.

"Long story Bajito." I panted, still out of breath, then sat down next to him. He hugged me, making me wince from the bruises I received from the fight, but I returned it.

"That's so sweet." smiled Jason. "Does Indi wuv her wittle bwudder." he taunted in a baby voice.

"Shut up Jason." I hissed. "I won. You said we could lay low here for a few days, so you have to deal with some hugs between my brother and I." I stated.

My brother loved hugs. They made him happy and feel comforted, and for my little brother, I was willing to give him anything.

"You're right, I did say that." he mused as he took out his knife and spun it around effortlessly. "I didn't say anything about messing you up a bit when you're here though." I stood up and held Ramon tightly.

That was a threat, and I felt uneasy with the fact he had his knife out when he said it.

However, before Jason could do anything, about ten men in suits with guns came running in.

"It's Red Hood!" one of the men exclaimed, pointing at Jason.

"And the target!" Added another. Jason backed up towards Ramon and I.

"Friends of yours?" he questioned.

"No." I answered.

"Good." he smirked, then drew his guns and started shooting.