Heyy!! I got bored so I decided to update. Hehe [: well hope it's totally awesome!!! [:
Frida stood in her current situation. She knew she had to move, but she couldn't bring her legs to do it. As El Tigre, the clone, rose his hand into the air, revealing his sharp, dangerous claws. He was about to slash her—when he was stopped. He looked in back of him to see that a very scratched, bloody and slightly sweaty version of himself was holding his arm back. He shot his free hand into the hero's stomach. Manny flew back a few feet and crashed into the wall of a nearby building. At first, Frida's face lit up at the sight of Manny, and then turned to a fearful and worrisome look of concern. (A/N: does that make sense? I hope it does…) Manny rose his weakened arm and grabbed Tigre by the neck.
"You're not hurting me or anyone else again! I won't let you." Manny warned. He flung Tigre down the street, farther than Tigre had flung Manny. He landed on the road with an "Oof!" And was starting to get weak. Manny soared at Tigre again, claws ready to scratch and legs ready to kick. Manny threw punches, scratches, kicks—everything, at Tigre. He swung with all his fury. Manny made his final move and threw the demon into the jail with all the rest of the bad banditos. Manny stared at the prison for a minute longer then turned around. He saw Frida standing there. So frightened, so worried, so….he walked over to her.
"Frida?" Manny asked. Her eyes grew full of tears.
"Manny!!" She exclaimed, happier than anything she had ever went through. She threw her arms around his neck and embraced him in a hug. Manny's eyes grew wide. She had never hugged him before. She called it their 'boundary lines'. As she hugged him tighter, he forgot about the question and hugged her back.
"Oh my goodness, Manny, what did you do? You're all scratched up!" Frida asked, letting one arm drop to her side, the other staying wrapped around Manny.
"Ahh, that's nothing. Just a few scratches here and there." Manny said with a wave of his hand.
"No, this is worse than anything you've went through before. Come on, let me fix it all up." Frida grabbed his arm and pulled him to her house. Once she walked through the front door, a loud booming and angry voice came in.
"What is that punk doing here? I—" Emiliano boomed.
"Dad, not now! Manny's all scratched up and I have to help!" Frida stopped him. She waited for a minute and went up to her room. Once Frida sat Manny down on her rockstar-themed bed, she reached under her bed for a first aid kit.
"Why do you have that under your bed?" Asked Manny.
"Just in case," Frida explained.
"Now, I'm going to need you to take that shirt off." Frida asked, blushing. Realizing the request, Manny blushed as well, but did as he was told and removed his gloves, then his Tigre shirt. Frida stared in shock at what his chest looked like—every inch was scratched and infested with dried blood.
"Oh my gosh, Manny! That's terrible!" Frida exclaimed, worried. Manny shook his head.
"It's nothing." Manny shook it off. Frida got a bottle of antibacterial cream and rubbed little dots of it on Manny's wounds. The two blushed furiously as Frida rubbed Manny's chest. As she rubbed more on, Manny winced at the pain. Frida rubbed more on the side to discover a huge cut on his side.
"Oh my gosh! What happened? This is terrible!" Frida asked.
"Eeh, it's nothing really, just from fighting Sartana." Manny explained. Frida rubbed some ointment on it and got out the roll of gauze and wrapped it around his waist. She put band-aids on the worst of the wounds.
"There. All done." She finished, brushing her hands together.
"Wow, thanks!" Tigre said.
"No problem, always prepared." Frida smiled. Manny grabbed his shirt and swung it over his shoulder for the time being and jumped to the windowsill.
"I'm gonna go home, Frida, it was a long day. Mk?" Manny explained. Frida nodded her head. Manny looked down for a moment, then back up at Frida. He crouched tiger-like and paused for a moment before placing a soft kiss on Frida's lips. Frida smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, Tigre wrapping his around her waist. As they pulled apart, Frida kept one hand on his head. He had taken his mask off along with his shirt so Frida could get the little cuts on his face. She started to play with his curls and wrap them around her fingers.
"I love you, Frida." Frida smiled happily.
"I love you, Tigre." Manny let out a pleased purr and smiled.
Haha, seemed like the end? NOPE! Still one more chapter left! Hehehe [: well review!