"How many men does Chant have on 'em?" I asked jack as we walked
through the last bit of safety before approaching the bridge.
"Neah a hundred." He sighed, and I could tell he was nervous. "We'se gots seventy-five."
I gulped. Not only were the numbers not looking good, but also Jack was nervous. The only other time Jack had been worried about anything that I knew of was when he thought he might end up back in the Refuge for the third time. Jack hadn't even been afraid when he was on the roof of the jail he called his "home, sweet home" trying to help out Crutchy. "Is it truly dat bad?" I asked, somewhat astonished.
"It's not like we should've expected 'im ta jus' back off. But, I mean, dis wasn' exactly da most heated fight Spot's evah had, and Chant's da foist one ta go through wit' it." Jack was looking straight ahead now, quickening his pace. I realized that he was trying to prevent from provoking attack and I followed suit.
"Get da hell ovah heah an' fight like men!" I heard a burly boy shout at us. I started towards him but Jack put a restraining hand on my arm. I knew he was doing it for my safety but it drove me crazy.
I reached for my pocket knife. "C'mon! One nice slice, Jack! I could get rid a 'im once an' fa all."
"You'se gotta save it for da big boys."
I stared blanked eyed at the boy that had confronted us. "An' he ain't one of da big boys?"
"'e's jus' Scrimmage. I wouldn' worry 'bout 'im too much. Let's jus' get in dere an' get ta Chant foist," Jack said, laying the strategy.
"Why'se we headed straight for da dangah before takin' da rest out?" I asked, confused.
"It's ya goilfriend's logic. A group can' perform without a leadah, an' Chant's definitely da leadah heah."
"Fiancée," I corrected, but I was smiling happily. Of course Spark would come up with something like that, she was the intelligent one. Suddenly, a thought popped into my mind. "Who'se takin' care of da babies an' Spark if everyone is ovah heah fightin'?"
"Medda agreed ta take 'er in an' she'll be safah dere den anywheah else dat's an option."
"S'pose," I said. Just then, a boy came rushing towards the two of us with a knife. I pulled my own out and did a quick thrust cut into his stomach. It wasn't going to kill him, just immobilize him for the next few weeks so that I was safe. I charged into the bloodied warehouse with Jack hot on my heels.
Spot saw us and motioned for us to join him. "I'se got ya a cane, Race, an' Jack I t'ink ya know how ta use a slingshot?" Jack nodded. "Give ya guy Skitts in da doorway dis knife an' tell 'im ta get fightin'." As Jack set off through the peril to deliver the weapon, Spot turned to me. "How's me sistah?"
"Ya mean me fiancée?" I said, trying to speak in what sounded like a casual, bored tone. "She's doin' fine. Didn' want ta stay back though."
"Ya fiancée?" he asked, astonished.
"I proposed an' she said yes. Dat'd make her dat wouldn' it?" I looked at the two boys approaching us. "Now's da time ta fight though."
I delivered a quick blow to the head of one, knocking him into the other so they both crashed on a pile of wooden boxes. The noise gave my somewhat hidden position away and as I motioned for Spot to leave so he wouldn't be caught, something caught my eye. Slider was at the door pleading with the boy I'd heard Spark call Roman. I stealthily slid my way out of the hiding spot and weaved my way between boxes to get to Spot's girl.
"Sli?" I asked, cautiously looking over my shoulder the entire time. "What's da problem?"
"I'se tryin' ta get Roman heah ta get Dev ta safety. He ain't in condition ta fight but 'e insists. I wanna keep Devy safe though," she explained.
"Roman," I started. "Take Dev back ta Irvin' Hall in 'Hattan. Find me goil an' let 'er know I love 'er. Stay dere an' Medda'll fix ya up wit' da right medical attention. Ya save da goil an' you'se gonna be a battle hero anyway."
Roman pondered this for a second before nodding and slipping through the cracked door and disappearing into the smaller battles going on in the inside. I realized the irony in the hiding and seeking game, it was like child's play. It was ridiculous.
"I'se findin' Chant, who's wit' me?" I asked the huddle that had formed around me. I looked at my assorted bloodied and beaten friends who nodded as they panted from exertion. "Let's go."
With that the ten or so of us headed straight towards the "guards" hiding Chant. The first one I found I punched in the head, my cane having been long abandoned. Unfortunately, he was strong enough to come back with a blow to the stomach that sent me reeling onto the ground. Jack gave me a hand and pulled me back so I could kick the boy in the head again. This blow seemed to do it well enough to get him onto the ground. I kicked him aside. Now was not the time to be worrying about humane fighting techniques. As I looked at Sprite lying on the ground injured I knew that this wasn't going to be a "polite" fight. I felt someone's breath on my neck and turned around. I didn't even know what was happening until I felt the pipe connect with my head, and then I instantly blacked out.
*~*~*~*
I looked at the children sitting around, eager to hear more the escapades that happened three years past. "I can't tell you more of this part, I think that should be Spark's job again. I don't remember a thing for at least three days." I looked up at the woman smiling, the ancient ring shining on her finger. "Alex? You want to tell your part of my escapades after the fight?"
"Of course." She walked over towards my armchair, sitting down on my knee, balancing precariously and beginning to tell the story..
A/N: okay, I know I said this was all in Racetrack's perspective and most of it will be but I need this in a woman's perspective because naturally he wouldn't remember everything that happened.
This is my first attempt at a fight scene and I know its weak but lemme know what you think.
Alrighty, then!
Shoutouts:
Kittylace: You got a log in!! Tight. Yep, sequels can be good. Or they can be bad. I hope this one goes under the first category. : )
Soaker: I know! I was having so much fun making him such a romantic. And being nervous. It was great. The next chapter may not be in Race's perspective but it will be all about him and then it'll switch back to his own perspective in the chapter after next.
Fingers: You get a shoutout. And no, I didn't want to do that. I can't see Spottie fainting, sorry.
Sweets: hey! I know I just talked to you. lol. Why didn't you have school?? Lucky!! Yep, yep. You'll work your way in soon. : )
Fist: It's called, "he was telling a story and first part is setting the scene, thus the *~*~*~* sign." *mutter something that sounds very similar to "stupid asshole." Anyway, you don't get a flying desk set until you watch DPS now because you never watched it. "Hello, my name is Joe."
Drama-Queen: Yes, well, its all foolish man-pride isn't it? Haha. Keep reading!
There you go. Chappie 2!!
"Neah a hundred." He sighed, and I could tell he was nervous. "We'se gots seventy-five."
I gulped. Not only were the numbers not looking good, but also Jack was nervous. The only other time Jack had been worried about anything that I knew of was when he thought he might end up back in the Refuge for the third time. Jack hadn't even been afraid when he was on the roof of the jail he called his "home, sweet home" trying to help out Crutchy. "Is it truly dat bad?" I asked, somewhat astonished.
"It's not like we should've expected 'im ta jus' back off. But, I mean, dis wasn' exactly da most heated fight Spot's evah had, and Chant's da foist one ta go through wit' it." Jack was looking straight ahead now, quickening his pace. I realized that he was trying to prevent from provoking attack and I followed suit.
"Get da hell ovah heah an' fight like men!" I heard a burly boy shout at us. I started towards him but Jack put a restraining hand on my arm. I knew he was doing it for my safety but it drove me crazy.
I reached for my pocket knife. "C'mon! One nice slice, Jack! I could get rid a 'im once an' fa all."
"You'se gotta save it for da big boys."
I stared blanked eyed at the boy that had confronted us. "An' he ain't one of da big boys?"
"'e's jus' Scrimmage. I wouldn' worry 'bout 'im too much. Let's jus' get in dere an' get ta Chant foist," Jack said, laying the strategy.
"Why'se we headed straight for da dangah before takin' da rest out?" I asked, confused.
"It's ya goilfriend's logic. A group can' perform without a leadah, an' Chant's definitely da leadah heah."
"Fiancée," I corrected, but I was smiling happily. Of course Spark would come up with something like that, she was the intelligent one. Suddenly, a thought popped into my mind. "Who'se takin' care of da babies an' Spark if everyone is ovah heah fightin'?"
"Medda agreed ta take 'er in an' she'll be safah dere den anywheah else dat's an option."
"S'pose," I said. Just then, a boy came rushing towards the two of us with a knife. I pulled my own out and did a quick thrust cut into his stomach. It wasn't going to kill him, just immobilize him for the next few weeks so that I was safe. I charged into the bloodied warehouse with Jack hot on my heels.
Spot saw us and motioned for us to join him. "I'se got ya a cane, Race, an' Jack I t'ink ya know how ta use a slingshot?" Jack nodded. "Give ya guy Skitts in da doorway dis knife an' tell 'im ta get fightin'." As Jack set off through the peril to deliver the weapon, Spot turned to me. "How's me sistah?"
"Ya mean me fiancée?" I said, trying to speak in what sounded like a casual, bored tone. "She's doin' fine. Didn' want ta stay back though."
"Ya fiancée?" he asked, astonished.
"I proposed an' she said yes. Dat'd make her dat wouldn' it?" I looked at the two boys approaching us. "Now's da time ta fight though."
I delivered a quick blow to the head of one, knocking him into the other so they both crashed on a pile of wooden boxes. The noise gave my somewhat hidden position away and as I motioned for Spot to leave so he wouldn't be caught, something caught my eye. Slider was at the door pleading with the boy I'd heard Spark call Roman. I stealthily slid my way out of the hiding spot and weaved my way between boxes to get to Spot's girl.
"Sli?" I asked, cautiously looking over my shoulder the entire time. "What's da problem?"
"I'se tryin' ta get Roman heah ta get Dev ta safety. He ain't in condition ta fight but 'e insists. I wanna keep Devy safe though," she explained.
"Roman," I started. "Take Dev back ta Irvin' Hall in 'Hattan. Find me goil an' let 'er know I love 'er. Stay dere an' Medda'll fix ya up wit' da right medical attention. Ya save da goil an' you'se gonna be a battle hero anyway."
Roman pondered this for a second before nodding and slipping through the cracked door and disappearing into the smaller battles going on in the inside. I realized the irony in the hiding and seeking game, it was like child's play. It was ridiculous.
"I'se findin' Chant, who's wit' me?" I asked the huddle that had formed around me. I looked at my assorted bloodied and beaten friends who nodded as they panted from exertion. "Let's go."
With that the ten or so of us headed straight towards the "guards" hiding Chant. The first one I found I punched in the head, my cane having been long abandoned. Unfortunately, he was strong enough to come back with a blow to the stomach that sent me reeling onto the ground. Jack gave me a hand and pulled me back so I could kick the boy in the head again. This blow seemed to do it well enough to get him onto the ground. I kicked him aside. Now was not the time to be worrying about humane fighting techniques. As I looked at Sprite lying on the ground injured I knew that this wasn't going to be a "polite" fight. I felt someone's breath on my neck and turned around. I didn't even know what was happening until I felt the pipe connect with my head, and then I instantly blacked out.
*~*~*~*
I looked at the children sitting around, eager to hear more the escapades that happened three years past. "I can't tell you more of this part, I think that should be Spark's job again. I don't remember a thing for at least three days." I looked up at the woman smiling, the ancient ring shining on her finger. "Alex? You want to tell your part of my escapades after the fight?"
"Of course." She walked over towards my armchair, sitting down on my knee, balancing precariously and beginning to tell the story..
A/N: okay, I know I said this was all in Racetrack's perspective and most of it will be but I need this in a woman's perspective because naturally he wouldn't remember everything that happened.
This is my first attempt at a fight scene and I know its weak but lemme know what you think.
Alrighty, then!
Shoutouts:
Kittylace: You got a log in!! Tight. Yep, sequels can be good. Or they can be bad. I hope this one goes under the first category. : )
Soaker: I know! I was having so much fun making him such a romantic. And being nervous. It was great. The next chapter may not be in Race's perspective but it will be all about him and then it'll switch back to his own perspective in the chapter after next.
Fingers: You get a shoutout. And no, I didn't want to do that. I can't see Spottie fainting, sorry.
Sweets: hey! I know I just talked to you. lol. Why didn't you have school?? Lucky!! Yep, yep. You'll work your way in soon. : )
Fist: It's called, "he was telling a story and first part is setting the scene, thus the *~*~*~* sign." *mutter something that sounds very similar to "stupid asshole." Anyway, you don't get a flying desk set until you watch DPS now because you never watched it. "Hello, my name is Joe."
Drama-Queen: Yes, well, its all foolish man-pride isn't it? Haha. Keep reading!
There you go. Chappie 2!!
