Chapter 12
Wednesday that week, I was sitting at home with Sam, practising our martial arts. Sam caught me off guard and kicked me in the face. I sprawled across the ground. Sam tried to kick me while I was down, but I rolled out of the way. "Stop, I heard something."
He stopped. "What, I didn't hear anything." He said.
"It was a voice, and not just any voice. I could tell. It was definitely a voice talking to me." I told him. It was like something was telling me something.
He shrugged. "Oh well, I didn't hear anything, let's keep fighting." I agreed, but I was a little off guard the rest of the fight.
I got up as Sam jumped at me, with a foot ready to kick me in the face. I blocked it and kicked at him. He dodged, but I quickly brought my foot back and brought it to his chest, pushing him away. He stoped and raced at me, punching. I knew his plan and backed away, dodging the punch and knee that was coming.
I came up with a grapple, we were each aiming for each other's throats. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed myself up, kicking off his chest in a backflip. I almost landed on my face, but I rolled off my stomach and on to my feet to see Sam still stumbling until he fell on his ass. I laughed. "What, losing your touch again?" I taunted.
"No, but I am a little sleepy." He got up and tried to punch me in the face, I back-ducked out of the way as he used the momentum to bring his right foot up and kick me. I blocked that and pushed it away to the ground and kicked him in one fluid motion. He grabbed my foot and tried to sweep my other foot out from under me, I anticipated it and rolled belly down and somersaulted over his foot. I knew he was right there, so I turned around and brought up my foot to his stomach.
He got up and swung at me again, but I dodged it again and used his momentum against him to knee him in the gut. While he was reeling, I kneed down and picked him up around the waist and slammed him down, wrestling style. He coughed.
"Sorry, didn't mean to hurt you." I said as I offered him a hand up.
"Whatever." He said as he got up, I immediately jumped out of the way even before his eyes glowed, he missed and only my feet went flying. I landed on my stomach and gasped for air. He rushed at me again and I scissored his feet out from under him.
Up we both got again, but this tie he had a stick. Oh my god, the almighty stick. It was sword fighting time! Unfortunately, I couldn't see a stick, so I fought with my hands, and let me tell you, a hard stick beating on hands isn't fun.
He swung wide and missed me by inches, arced my back so it would go by harmlessly over my face. I reared back up and caught the stick with my arm, then I swung backwards around to backhand him in the face. He staggered and brought the stick up sideways, I blocked it, which, by the way, hurt a lot. He brought it high over his head and swung it down at me. I tried to dodge, but seeing his trick, I kept only one hand up to stop it. The other was at my stomach, to stop him from stabbing me. Boy, were my instincts good to me, he retracted it just in time to miss me and tried to stab me in the stomach. I blocked and spun around, until we were back to back.
I tried to hit him with a spinning kick, but he ducked, so I brought up the other foot. He blocked that. My shin hurt from the stick. He swung at me, but I grabbed the stick and pulled him in close as I fell back and monkey flipped him over my head. He flipped perfectly and landed on his feet. Unfortunately for him, I saw this and rolled around, kicking him in the back of the shins. He fell to his knees and I grabbed for his neck, to act a neck breaking.
He fell out from my hands and rolled onto his back, kicking me in the face. I reeled and he spun, kicking me in the feet, making me fall on my face. He sat on my back.
"Ready to call it a day?" He asked.
I shook my head. "No."
"Too bad." He said as he grabbed my neck and reared back on it. I quickly looked for an exit. I looked around and saw only the climbing tree. That was is, a low hanging branch!
I crept up to my knees, hurting all the time as he wrenched on my neck. I stood up and rushed at the tree. He let go of my neck and grabbed the tree instead. He flipped up back and landed on his fee on the split in the branch. I turned around and stared at him. He was crouching, holding onto the branch for support, and worse, his eyes were red.
Damn! I thought. I made sure to concentrate on not just him but the entire clearing.
I saw little glowing blue stones lift out from everywhere. Shit! The started flinging at me one at a time. I dodged one, caught another, dodged the next three, and took one in the shoulder. I cringed, but still dodged two more before trying to catch them.
FWAPP! I caught one with fast reflexes. I held it in my hand.
Three more came at me, I dodged the first two and caught the third. I now had three rocks in my hand. There were still two in the air. One on either side of me. They both flung at me at the same time.
FWING!
FWING!
Both of them missed, and I didn't even have to move. I reached out and grabbed them both before they went far. I had all five. I looked up and stared at Sam, his eyes were really dark, almost blood-red. It was almost scary if I didn't know who it was.
Sam jumped down at me, trying to bring his hands down on my head in a club. I stepped forward and grabbed him around the waist. I kept him on my shoulder and drove my shoulder into him into the tree. I held onto his hands and walked up his chest and backflipped, still holding onto his hands. I picked him back up around the waist and flipped him over my shoulder. Still holding onto his hands, he was upside down behind me and I kicked him in the chest, making him land on his chest.
"Game, set, match." I stood over him.
"Really." Click.
Damn! Sam turned around and pointed his finger at me, a lit lighter in hand. FWOOSH! A pillar of flame spat out at me. It I tried to dodge it, and I knew that I couldn't, the fire spread would be too wide. I jumped anyway.
I was engulfed in flames, only for a second. I didn't catch fire, which was good. Sam stood above me. "I win."
"I guess you do." I admitted. "Good round. I thought I had you quite a few times."
"It was weird, you seemed to know what I was doing before I did it." Sam said. "It was like you were reading my mind, always setting up a counter before I had done the move. I found the Telekinesis to be the only thing that saved me. It was weird. You have gotten better."
I thought about that for a minute. "Yeah, maybe I am just getting good at predicting you. I don't know."
"No, it was like you were reading my mind. It was really weird. And wort of all, when I was using the stones, you seemed to know where they were going. That required all my concentration and I couldn't even see them, how did you know where they were?"
That was weird. It really was. How is it that I could tell where the stones were when even Sam didn't know where they were? I decided to ignore it.
"Well, let's call it a day." Sam said. I agreed.
Just then, I hear a bloodcurdling yell. {OH, GOD NO!}
"Did you hear that?" I asked sam. He shook his head. "It sounded like Tobias." Sam shrugged, puzzled.
{NO! NO! NO! NO!} I heard again.
"What about now?"
"Nope."
"He seems in trouble."
Wednesday that week, I was sitting at home with Sam, practising our martial arts. Sam caught me off guard and kicked me in the face. I sprawled across the ground. Sam tried to kick me while I was down, but I rolled out of the way. "Stop, I heard something."
He stopped. "What, I didn't hear anything." He said.
"It was a voice, and not just any voice. I could tell. It was definitely a voice talking to me." I told him. It was like something was telling me something.
He shrugged. "Oh well, I didn't hear anything, let's keep fighting." I agreed, but I was a little off guard the rest of the fight.
I got up as Sam jumped at me, with a foot ready to kick me in the face. I blocked it and kicked at him. He dodged, but I quickly brought my foot back and brought it to his chest, pushing him away. He stoped and raced at me, punching. I knew his plan and backed away, dodging the punch and knee that was coming.
I came up with a grapple, we were each aiming for each other's throats. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed myself up, kicking off his chest in a backflip. I almost landed on my face, but I rolled off my stomach and on to my feet to see Sam still stumbling until he fell on his ass. I laughed. "What, losing your touch again?" I taunted.
"No, but I am a little sleepy." He got up and tried to punch me in the face, I back-ducked out of the way as he used the momentum to bring his right foot up and kick me. I blocked that and pushed it away to the ground and kicked him in one fluid motion. He grabbed my foot and tried to sweep my other foot out from under me, I anticipated it and rolled belly down and somersaulted over his foot. I knew he was right there, so I turned around and brought up my foot to his stomach.
He got up and swung at me again, but I dodged it again and used his momentum against him to knee him in the gut. While he was reeling, I kneed down and picked him up around the waist and slammed him down, wrestling style. He coughed.
"Sorry, didn't mean to hurt you." I said as I offered him a hand up.
"Whatever." He said as he got up, I immediately jumped out of the way even before his eyes glowed, he missed and only my feet went flying. I landed on my stomach and gasped for air. He rushed at me again and I scissored his feet out from under him.
Up we both got again, but this tie he had a stick. Oh my god, the almighty stick. It was sword fighting time! Unfortunately, I couldn't see a stick, so I fought with my hands, and let me tell you, a hard stick beating on hands isn't fun.
He swung wide and missed me by inches, arced my back so it would go by harmlessly over my face. I reared back up and caught the stick with my arm, then I swung backwards around to backhand him in the face. He staggered and brought the stick up sideways, I blocked it, which, by the way, hurt a lot. He brought it high over his head and swung it down at me. I tried to dodge, but seeing his trick, I kept only one hand up to stop it. The other was at my stomach, to stop him from stabbing me. Boy, were my instincts good to me, he retracted it just in time to miss me and tried to stab me in the stomach. I blocked and spun around, until we were back to back.
I tried to hit him with a spinning kick, but he ducked, so I brought up the other foot. He blocked that. My shin hurt from the stick. He swung at me, but I grabbed the stick and pulled him in close as I fell back and monkey flipped him over my head. He flipped perfectly and landed on his feet. Unfortunately for him, I saw this and rolled around, kicking him in the back of the shins. He fell to his knees and I grabbed for his neck, to act a neck breaking.
He fell out from my hands and rolled onto his back, kicking me in the face. I reeled and he spun, kicking me in the feet, making me fall on my face. He sat on my back.
"Ready to call it a day?" He asked.
I shook my head. "No."
"Too bad." He said as he grabbed my neck and reared back on it. I quickly looked for an exit. I looked around and saw only the climbing tree. That was is, a low hanging branch!
I crept up to my knees, hurting all the time as he wrenched on my neck. I stood up and rushed at the tree. He let go of my neck and grabbed the tree instead. He flipped up back and landed on his fee on the split in the branch. I turned around and stared at him. He was crouching, holding onto the branch for support, and worse, his eyes were red.
Damn! I thought. I made sure to concentrate on not just him but the entire clearing.
I saw little glowing blue stones lift out from everywhere. Shit! The started flinging at me one at a time. I dodged one, caught another, dodged the next three, and took one in the shoulder. I cringed, but still dodged two more before trying to catch them.
FWAPP! I caught one with fast reflexes. I held it in my hand.
Three more came at me, I dodged the first two and caught the third. I now had three rocks in my hand. There were still two in the air. One on either side of me. They both flung at me at the same time.
FWING!
FWING!
Both of them missed, and I didn't even have to move. I reached out and grabbed them both before they went far. I had all five. I looked up and stared at Sam, his eyes were really dark, almost blood-red. It was almost scary if I didn't know who it was.
Sam jumped down at me, trying to bring his hands down on my head in a club. I stepped forward and grabbed him around the waist. I kept him on my shoulder and drove my shoulder into him into the tree. I held onto his hands and walked up his chest and backflipped, still holding onto his hands. I picked him back up around the waist and flipped him over my shoulder. Still holding onto his hands, he was upside down behind me and I kicked him in the chest, making him land on his chest.
"Game, set, match." I stood over him.
"Really." Click.
Damn! Sam turned around and pointed his finger at me, a lit lighter in hand. FWOOSH! A pillar of flame spat out at me. It I tried to dodge it, and I knew that I couldn't, the fire spread would be too wide. I jumped anyway.
I was engulfed in flames, only for a second. I didn't catch fire, which was good. Sam stood above me. "I win."
"I guess you do." I admitted. "Good round. I thought I had you quite a few times."
"It was weird, you seemed to know what I was doing before I did it." Sam said. "It was like you were reading my mind, always setting up a counter before I had done the move. I found the Telekinesis to be the only thing that saved me. It was weird. You have gotten better."
I thought about that for a minute. "Yeah, maybe I am just getting good at predicting you. I don't know."
"No, it was like you were reading my mind. It was really weird. And wort of all, when I was using the stones, you seemed to know where they were going. That required all my concentration and I couldn't even see them, how did you know where they were?"
That was weird. It really was. How is it that I could tell where the stones were when even Sam didn't know where they were? I decided to ignore it.
"Well, let's call it a day." Sam said. I agreed.
Just then, I hear a bloodcurdling yell. {OH, GOD NO!}
"Did you hear that?" I asked sam. He shook his head. "It sounded like Tobias." Sam shrugged, puzzled.
{NO! NO! NO! NO!} I heard again.
"What about now?"
"Nope."
"He seems in trouble."