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"Sick 'em, boys!" the leader shouts, ordering his men to fire as he
points at Red and I with two guns of his own. The dozen of painter
bullies point their guns at us. Now that I really think of it, maybe
it was a good thing I didn't have my suit on me today. Cleaning it off
would have been such a pain. Splat! Splat! Splat! Paint balls fly
towards us, and Red Riding Hood quickly evades, flipping away from the
hot spot we stood in. Maybe I should move.
Splat! They continue shooting, but then, Splat! My head jerks back as
I take a hit to the cowl.
"Okay, this is ridiculous." I mumble frustrated, running at the
leader with clenched fist. Bam! I leap at the pack leader, sending a
flying roundhouse kick, Bam! Hitting him in his side. Bam! I head butt
him hard, knocking him back away. With the leader down, a goon runs at
me, ready to swing his gun at my head. Swoosh! I duck unded the attack
then, Bam! I upward kick him, hitting him in the jaw. I turn around as
another goon holds his gun a foot away from my head. Splat! I quickly
dodge his shot, and then grab him tightly, holding him in front of me
just as...
Splat! Splat! Splat! Everyone fires at me, but instead of me getting
wasted, all of the paint coated my human shield instead. I drop his
limp and unconscious body, it being no use to me anymore.
"Everyone, split up! Take advantage of this Batman wanna-be." the
leader orders, now back on his feet, causing the group of the
remaining six to split up, running to different hiding spots.
Wait?
What did he call me?!
"You get the leader, and I'll get the others." Red tells me, coming up
with a pretty good plan. I nod in agreement. She then runs after them,
hatchet and stars in hand. I turn to face my gun wielding opponent.
Splat! Splat! the leader stands at least ten yards away from me, guns
pointed at me. Feeling a stinging pain in my chest, I look down to see
two orange paint spots covering my "S"-I mean Bat symbol... wow, I
guess I really do miss my suit.
"If it's a fight you want." I say, starring him down as we begin to
slowly circle each other. "It's a fight you'll get."
"Then bring! It! On!" he taunts. I charge at him, fist clenched. Bam! I
punch him in the gut, causing him to arch forward. I grab him by the
helmet, Bam! Slamming his head into my knee. I take a step back,
getting a good enough distance to, Bam! kick him back.
"Owch!" he groans in pain. "My head HURTS!" he grabs his helmet and
shakes his head, trying to get back up from his beating. "You really
suck, you know!"
"Really?" I ask, now offended. I reach forward and grab him. I send
him my best bat-glare. "This is gonna really suck when you don't have
that helmet to protect you." I say, ripping it off harshly...
"Trent?!"
I was shocked, I thought he was in Juvy?
He snickered, seeing the surprised look on my cowl covered face. "Just
got out of the penitentiary, and I'm not going back in because of
another costumed freak." he says confidently, getting the upper hand
since I was still a bit shocked. Bam! He socked me in the jaw,
knocking me back as blood ran down my lip. Bam! Bam! He sends another
couple of hits at me, hitting really hard. I dash back, and when I
send a swinging kick at him, he jumps back, pulling out his two paint
ball guns. Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Trent shoots at me, so I pull
up my black cape, making it take the blows from the gun.
"Believe it or not, Trent! But I'm not just another costumed freak!"
Bam! I dash forward, swiping his feet from underneath him. He quickly
gets up, rage showing. As he throws another punch, I step back... on
my cape.
Crash! I trip back on my cape, falling on my back. Splat! Splat!
Splat! Trent shoots at me, so I quickly roll away, the paint balls hit
my original spot.
"Really? You're the same guy, aren't you?" he asks, putting away his
paint guns, strapping them to his sides before pulling something out
from behind him. "Well then, Sparrow. I've been saving this just for
you!" He pulls out a gun, but this time..."I've got a perfect aim
now, you fool."
He puts his finger on the trigger, ready to shoot me. He was
confident, and that's what truly scared me. I froze in fear, unable to
move. Here it comes, the inch long piece of lead that can either end
my life or career.
But before he could shoot, Bam! Trent falls down to his knees, Bam!
But then gets a hard kick to the head, sending him flying towards me,
face first. Red stood proudly, standing where Trent was. She spoke up,
"And he's got a partner now!" Bam! She kicks him in the... okay,
that was just wrong.
"Where are the others?" I ask, confused. She smirks, pointing over
to the group of painters piled on top of each other. "Wow...
impressive."
She lightly blushes. "Yeah, they weren't tha-"
"Freeze! Stay where you are!" a cop appears, ordering us to stay.
Yeah right, last time I did that I almost got shot. He runs over too
us, gun pointed at Red and I. "Freeze!"
I was running over ideas in my head, but before I could think of
anything, I felt a hand grab mine. Red had a "good idea" look on her
face, and that's when she did it. With a swift tug, she pulled me back,
over the rail of the boardwalk... Not again!
Splash! I popped my head back out of the water, completely ticked
off. "What was that?"
"What?" she asked innocently, her brown hair wet. "I was just
helping out my partner?" she smiled, causing me to lighten up.
"Okay, fine... partner. I like the sound of that." I smile, kicking
my feet to stay above the water.
"Yeah," she agrees. "Everyone needs a partner sometimes."
Third Person POV
It had been hours since Red Riding Hood and Sparrow had stopped
Trent and his crew from their careless bullying. Phil's Fun Town had
been closed down for the day as police officers searched the area, and
detectives investigated the place, taking in all evidence, or at least
as much as they could find...
"Excellent," a mysterious person said, pulling a throwing star out of
one of the merry-go-round's poles. The figure stood their, black
leather gloves to leave no finger prints, and a simple black hoodie,
which hid the figures face within the shadows of the hood. The figure
examined the throwing star, seeing a familiar design engraved in it.
"... Stray Kitty..."
"Yes, she is," another voice said, shocking the mystery detective
who then proceeded to pull out his hidden pistol. "The last one too."
the voice added from the shadows, and that's when the mystery
detective knew who it was, who he was.
He then put his gun away, frustration now built up inside of him. "Your late."
"Actually, you are. I've been here all day." the voice joked,
causing the mystery detectives frustration to go over board.
"You know what I mean," he said annoyed. "First you go off,
dissapearing for weeks on some "business trip". Then you come back for
a night, claiming to have killed the person who ruined your life! But
was that enough for YOU!? No! You have to go after Moon for some
unknown reason, and leave me to believe you're DEAD!" the detective
was furious now, the rage was building up, and he was now at the end
of his rope.
"You can never assume somebody is dead, unless you have the body
laying their in front of you." the shadow voice said, stepping out
into the darkness... revealing his damaged mask. The Phantom!
"Plus there is no need to do detective work," The phantom said,
pointing to the star. "I already know who they are."
"Then why wait!?" the detective asked flustered. The Phantom had the
advantage over the two hero's, so why not strike now?
"Because partner, we must wait for the proper time to strike." the
phantom said logical, knowing it was the best option.
"Wait? Is that all you do, is WAIT?! What, are you waiting to
explain your disappearance? I almost got taken out while you where
gone, if I hadn't have had my gun-"
"Gun?" the Phantom asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he
looked down at his partner. "Disobeying my orders, going on killing
sprees without getting the order to do so, and using a gun? A cowards
weapon. Anybody can flex their pointer finger, but it takes a true
killer to jab a blade down somebody's throat." as the Phantom said his
speech, the detective gripped his blade tightly.
"I could do it!" he protested. The Phantom shook his head.
"No you couldn't! You already proven that with Ms Thompson here
months ago! You sadly depended on the tide to kill her, since you were
to of a coward to do it yourself." The Phantom pointed out, blowing
the Detective over the edge.
"I can KILL!" the detective shouted, his voice echoing as he jumped
at the Phantom with his blade. With seconds to spare, the Phantom
pulled out two folded swords (his new favorite toys), unfolding them
in front of him just in time to catch the blade, slicing it into three
separate pieces.
"Then prove it when I need you too," the Phantom said calmly,
getting in the detective's face. "When Sparrow is at his highest, he
will be his weakest. That's when we attack" he informed his partner.
The Phantom folded his blades in half, placing them back in his
coat. Before disappearing into the shadows, he spoke.
"And if you ever attack me again, Frank, I will show you why I'm in
charge. Got it, partner?"
DUN DUN DUUUUUUNN! Hope you guys liked it! Review please!
~Todd and Kristina