A Dose of Reality
Chapter 5
I felt all the blood drain from my head. Everything was blurry around the corners of my vision. The world around me spun at a million miles per hour. There, right in the middle of my Ferris wheel world were two agents. They were the only things keeping me here. My whole body was clammy, and I could even feel my legs trembling as I stood there. My shoulder to my waist was soaked in blood. My blood. But they were not going to win. I wouldn't let them.
I took in a breath and felt the trembling stop. My revolving world slowed and halted. The cloudiness around my eyes cleared, and I also noticed the triumphant smiles had vanished from the faces of my opponents. It was time.
I bolted across the rooftop, taking the closest agent by surprise. I focused my mind on him, using my wounded arm to block and snapping my good arm here and there, landing and deflecting blows. The other hung back a ways, observing as he made his cautious approach toward me. Cautious...he must have been the one I had in the streets....
I leaned back, to the side, ducked under punches. He couldn't touch me. I was like water, fluid and graceful. Rolling this way and that. The pain that I felt had disappeared somewhere into the back of my mind, along with worry, conscience, and doubt. I knew I could beat them. I felt I could. I was The One.
The second agent came upon me. Still using the one arm and keeping the other lose to my chest; I invited him in to our fray. Predicting their movements was easy. I used their bodies against them, moving behind each one and making them my shields. This was my fight. They couldn't touch me. I just had to find a way to stop them for long enough for me to get to a phone...
I bent backwards to avoid being booted in the face and, with one hand, cart wheeled to the side. I just had to hope that they would keep this hand-to-hand. I wasn't sure if I could dodge the shots if they sent them toward me. Which meant, in short, I had to beat them quick and get rid of the remaining one who was still circling warily in the helicopter. Before this got ugly again. Before someone else got hurt...like...like that boy...
My mind slipped for an instant. I slid back to that moment in time when I'd seen that happy young boy playing with his friends become a ghost of a memory. Just because I'd been there...it was...my...fault...That's when I lost my focus.
One of my punches went too high, giving my combatant a perfect opportunity to take the upper hand. He grabbed me by my wrist and wrenched my arm. My feet came out from under me and I felt my feet come out from under me. I slammed the concrete roof hard and all my air escaped from my lungs. I had hardly taken a breath before he had slung me into the small building that held the stairs. My head exploded with color and I hit the ground in a pile of sheet rock and concrete. I had to move...I had to get up...to fight...
But he was already upon me. He reached down, and with one hand, grabbed me by my wounded shoulder and lifted me off my feet. White, hot searing pain burst throughout my whole body. I screamed out in pain. I could feel his thumb dig deeply into the still fresh bullet hole. Both of my hands were around his wrist, struggling to hold myself up, but it was in vain. With a smile of pure satisfaction he began walking me toward the edge of the roof. I tried to fight, but the cloudiness had come back once again. I was around everything. My senses started to dull. I felt dizzy.
He took me to the edge of the roof and slammed me down on the ground so that my head hung over the edge. With one hand still on my wound, he wrapped the other hand around my neck. I felt him squeezing the life out of me...I was beginning to slip away. I found myself thinking...just thinking "Maybe if I just close my eyes and go to sleep.... I'll wake up...right there next to Trinity...and it'll all be ok...just sleep...sleep...". I knew I had to do something fast...but what? About that time, my assailant spoke.
"You see," he said gleefully, "He bleeds just like any other human. And he can die like one too."
"Oh...yeah...?" I said back, struggling for consciousness and air "You...forgot...one thing..."
"Oh really," he said with a smile. "And what's that?"
"You can't fly.......and I can...."
TBC
A/N Sorry to all you hardcore fans out there. I know it's been a while since I've updated, and believe me; I've been chased by the angry mobs already. So here it is. Chapter 5 of my (god knows how long) series. But as long as you keep reading them, Ill keep writing them. Good Luck out there,
Pheonix
I felt all the blood drain from my head. Everything was blurry around the corners of my vision. The world around me spun at a million miles per hour. There, right in the middle of my Ferris wheel world were two agents. They were the only things keeping me here. My whole body was clammy, and I could even feel my legs trembling as I stood there. My shoulder to my waist was soaked in blood. My blood. But they were not going to win. I wouldn't let them.
I took in a breath and felt the trembling stop. My revolving world slowed and halted. The cloudiness around my eyes cleared, and I also noticed the triumphant smiles had vanished from the faces of my opponents. It was time.
I bolted across the rooftop, taking the closest agent by surprise. I focused my mind on him, using my wounded arm to block and snapping my good arm here and there, landing and deflecting blows. The other hung back a ways, observing as he made his cautious approach toward me. Cautious...he must have been the one I had in the streets....
I leaned back, to the side, ducked under punches. He couldn't touch me. I was like water, fluid and graceful. Rolling this way and that. The pain that I felt had disappeared somewhere into the back of my mind, along with worry, conscience, and doubt. I knew I could beat them. I felt I could. I was The One.
The second agent came upon me. Still using the one arm and keeping the other lose to my chest; I invited him in to our fray. Predicting their movements was easy. I used their bodies against them, moving behind each one and making them my shields. This was my fight. They couldn't touch me. I just had to find a way to stop them for long enough for me to get to a phone...
I bent backwards to avoid being booted in the face and, with one hand, cart wheeled to the side. I just had to hope that they would keep this hand-to-hand. I wasn't sure if I could dodge the shots if they sent them toward me. Which meant, in short, I had to beat them quick and get rid of the remaining one who was still circling warily in the helicopter. Before this got ugly again. Before someone else got hurt...like...like that boy...
My mind slipped for an instant. I slid back to that moment in time when I'd seen that happy young boy playing with his friends become a ghost of a memory. Just because I'd been there...it was...my...fault...That's when I lost my focus.
One of my punches went too high, giving my combatant a perfect opportunity to take the upper hand. He grabbed me by my wrist and wrenched my arm. My feet came out from under me and I felt my feet come out from under me. I slammed the concrete roof hard and all my air escaped from my lungs. I had hardly taken a breath before he had slung me into the small building that held the stairs. My head exploded with color and I hit the ground in a pile of sheet rock and concrete. I had to move...I had to get up...to fight...
But he was already upon me. He reached down, and with one hand, grabbed me by my wounded shoulder and lifted me off my feet. White, hot searing pain burst throughout my whole body. I screamed out in pain. I could feel his thumb dig deeply into the still fresh bullet hole. Both of my hands were around his wrist, struggling to hold myself up, but it was in vain. With a smile of pure satisfaction he began walking me toward the edge of the roof. I tried to fight, but the cloudiness had come back once again. I was around everything. My senses started to dull. I felt dizzy.
He took me to the edge of the roof and slammed me down on the ground so that my head hung over the edge. With one hand still on my wound, he wrapped the other hand around my neck. I felt him squeezing the life out of me...I was beginning to slip away. I found myself thinking...just thinking "Maybe if I just close my eyes and go to sleep.... I'll wake up...right there next to Trinity...and it'll all be ok...just sleep...sleep...". I knew I had to do something fast...but what? About that time, my assailant spoke.
"You see," he said gleefully, "He bleeds just like any other human. And he can die like one too."
"Oh...yeah...?" I said back, struggling for consciousness and air "You...forgot...one thing..."
"Oh really," he said with a smile. "And what's that?"
"You can't fly.......and I can...."
TBC
A/N Sorry to all you hardcore fans out there. I know it's been a while since I've updated, and believe me; I've been chased by the angry mobs already. So here it is. Chapter 5 of my (god knows how long) series. But as long as you keep reading them, Ill keep writing them. Good Luck out there,
Pheonix