Chap 11
Keeping her eyes on the weapon, Ivy had to avoid getting struck again. She knew the injury that had already been dealt to her would cause problems in minutes. She would get dizzy and the room would start to sway. Maybe they'll leave after I pass out? She hoped, dodging the end of the pipe as it swung by her head. How the hell did they get their hands on that muther? Ivy thought as it again whizzed by her face. This time, she caught it, and tore it away from the murderous brunette, sending the piece of metal sailing through a window, the deafening crash of the glass being obliterated echoing throughout the library.
The kids laughed once more.
"Haha! Good job screw up!" the girl who had hit her called, leaving an opening for Ivy.
And she took it. A stout and ready fist went flying into the side of the girl's face, her nose taking most of the damage, making her fall.
The group was on Ivy in an instant, kicking and hitting the already bleeding student. Her clothes got ripped, and pieces of her hair were pulled viciously, losing some. I'm getting my ass kicked… She tried her damnedest to deliver a good blow to any of them, but a square shot to the stomach ended any chances she had of defending herself, the half-unconcious girl hitting the hard floor with a thump.
"Stop it!" a voice called from the doorway in fury.
"Enough!" demanded another, more dominant one, making the kids cease their attack almost on cue.
As the crowd scattered, all save for the brunette, who was holding her nose as it gushed blood, Near stooped down beside Ivy, pushing red stained hair from the wound on her temple. L stood behind him, followed by Roger, who was already lining up kids for their punishments.
The girl was starting to black out now, the gash to her temple finally kicking in it's effects, and a small trickle of saliva started to run from her mouth, mixed with swirls of blood from the punches she had received to the mouth. A soft mumble was the only sound that came from her throat as the pale hand stroked her face again.
Near?
Kneeling down beside Ivy, L carefully picked her up as Roger led the other girl behind him, both heading to the infirmary. Near trailed a couple of feet back, eyes down and hands stuffed in his pockets.
This was a short chapter, but I felt it was best to end it after the mostly main character loses conciousness, no?
