Barbara went toward the cab. She saw a blond woman lying on the back seat; her heart beat faster. She opened the cab door. It was Selina. She touched her neck looking for her pulse. She was alive; she clapped her cheeks.
"Selina, are you all right? What happened?"
"Uh?" the blonde woman said. She rubbed the back of her head. "Someone hit me..."
Barbara noticed the driver was unconscious. "Helena..." she mumbled "Selina, I'll be right back, Helena is in danger." She threw down all of her things and ran inside the school.
"What?" The blonde woman shook her head.
Mr. Kerry, inside the school, watched the redhead running inside the building.
"Hey!" he shouted. "May I help you?"
"I'm looking for Helena, Helena Kyle. I'm Gordon, Barbara Gordon."
"Yes, I know you, Miss Gordon, another woman just asked for Helena, too."
"A woman? What woman?" Barbara asked, worried.
"A tall woman, she was dressed in a robe."
"Where is she?" Barbara looked around.
"Looking for her. Helena is in the library." The man pointed to the next building.
"Call the police!" She ran toward the building "People need help in the cab parked outside the school. They're hurt!"
"What?"
"Just do it, professor , I'll explain it to you later."
Barbara ran as fast as she could to the library. It had a sign reading "Closed" on the door. She looked at the reception area, it was empty. She went to it. The receptionist was unconscious. Her eyes examined the place. It had two floors and was almost dark.
"Helena?" she shouted, looking around. "Helena, are you okay?" She began to walk between the corridors. She couldn't let Curaré take the girl. She couldn't. She was a murderer; she was a killing machine without feelings. If that guy wanted revenge on Selina, it was certain that they would never see her alive again.
"Helena, where are you?" She looked upstairs and ran to the second floor. "Helena!" She found a strange woman standing at the end of the corridor.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Where is Helena?"
"Oh... I see," the woman said, walking toward her. "You are the woman that keeps an eye on her."
"What did you do to her?" Barbara felt her blood burning with anger.
"Funny, I was going to ask you where the kid is."
Barbara frowned. "What?"
"Where is the kid?" She took out her blade.
Barbara frowned and stepped back. Helena was supposed to be there... maybe she was hiding in some place.
"You are the woman that takes care of her. I'm tired of this game, where is she?"
Selina took her head in her hands and slowly sat in the back seat of the taxi.
"Mrs. Kyle, are you okay?" Professor Kerry said.
"Yes..." she mumbled. "What happened?"
"Miss Gordon told me you were..."
"Gordon? Barbara?" She looked around "Where is she?"
"She is looking for your daughter. Another woman asked for her too."
"Another woman?" Selina began to order her thoughts. Someone had knocked her out and...
"A tall one with a robe... I told them that Helena was at the library. I sent her to look for her tutor."
Selina opened her bag and took out her whip. She moved out the car.
"Easy, Mrs. Kyle," the proffesor said.
"I'm okay, I'm okay" She took him by his shoulders, "Where is Miss Gordon?"
"I sent Helena to the library to look for Miss Garret. She and the other woman went there too."
"Help the driver." She turned and ran toward the library.
Minutes before, Helena was running inside the building, toward the library, but she crashed against a woman. That was not good, when she raised her eyes she saw the principal, an elderly and nice woman with short grey hair.
"Helena, running again?" the principal asked rhetorically. "What have I told you?"
"Well... I.. I.. I was looking for Miss Garret," Helena said, stammering. The principal had reported her many times for running inside the school. "She is, is at the library, mom wants to talk with her..."
"Your mom is here? Good, I haven't talked with her in a while. You have been in trouble lately."
"Oh... that was a..." Helena made a face. That was not good.
"You danced over Ivan's school bag." The principal crossed her arms, amused with the kids reaction.
"He annoyed me first..."
"You know your mother doesn't like that and neither do I. Come with me."
"Do you think it's a good idea to give me a report now?" the kid asked worried. "Mom is Just got back and she wouldn't like it..."
"Do you think what you did was right?" The principal raised her brow.
"Could the report wait until next year?"
"Come with me." The principal smiled. "Miss Garret is in my office anyway."
Helena shook her head. Now she was really in trouble, two against one, and she would have to carry that heavy bag up three floors. She followed the principal growling in a low voice.
She wouldn't make it to the library. She didn't know it, but she had been a very lucky.
Barbara ducked to avoid the knife that the woman threw at her. She took her hand to her waist, instinctively, to get her batarang; she realized she wasn't wearing her Batgirl costume. She was in troubles.
The enigmatic woman smiled. "Hey, you are fast, but I want the kid and I want her now." She charged at the redhead.
Barbara took a chair and used it as a shield. The chair broke with the impact. She jumped behind a desk to avoid the next blow. She rolled and ran behind some bookcases.
Selina ran down the corridor and she turned a corner where she almost crashed against the principal.
The old woman raised her brow. "It runs in the family, I see."
"Oh, sorry Mrs. Dawson I... I to find Helena," the blond woman excused her self.
"Good, she is upstairs waiting for you."
"Upstairs?" Selina blinked.
"Yes, I took her there a few minutes ago."
"And Barbara, Barbara Gordon?" she looked around.
"I haven't seen her yet."
"Mr. Kerry said he sent her to the library.."
"She was going there, but I stopped her and sent her to my office. I hate her bad habit of running inside school." She glared pointedly at Selina.
They heard a loud crash from the library.
"Listen to me." Selina said to the professor. "Keep my daughter upstairs and don't come down. Call the police now!."
"What?"
"Just do it." She almost shouted at the principal and ran toward the library. Barbara was in trouble.
The principal knew something was wrong; she ran up stairs and found Helena seated outside her office door in the corridor holding her school bag while she looked at her cards.
"Come inside with me, Helena."
The heavy blade crashed next to Barbara's head, breaking a desk behind her. She took a chair and broke it against Curare's back; she kicked her, making her stumble back and knocked over some book cases, making a loud noise. Barbara jumped on her, but Curare pushed her back with her feet. Barbara rolled and took a piece of wood off the floor.
Curare stood up annoyed; she didn't need the redhead. "You are annoying me so much, I need you out of my way."
"Well, you'll have to make me move out of your way."
"My pleasure." She swung her blade at Barbara.
Barbara held her arm and hit her with her elbow on her face. They rolled on the floor. Barbara took Curare's wrist and hit it against the floor roughly until she released the blade. The woman hit her head against Barbara's, stunning her. She took a knife from her waist and tried to bury it on the redhead; but she moved to the side in time to avoid it.
She tried to stab her again and Barbara held her hand in mid air. The blade was a few inches from her face.
"You are dead bitch!" Curaré shouted.
"You first." Barbara punched her face.
Curaré tried to stab her again unsuccessfully and Barbara used her legs to pushed her back.
Curaré crouched on the floor and looked toward the stairs. "Look who is here! The kid!" she smirked.
The woman with green eyes turned them to the stairway and that second of distraction was enough. Curaré took a small knife from her waist and threw it at her. Barbara felt a stabbing of pain in her side. She bent down grunting.
"Sorry, I lied." The woman laughed and charged against her, both crashed against some tables breaking them. Barbara hit her head roughly against the wood cornice. Seeing she was stunned, she kicked her on her wounded side. Barbara took the handle of the knife and tried to remove it, but Curaré took her by her arm and crashed her against some book cases; she hit against it and the book case fell over her.
Barbara shook her head trying to clear her head, she felt warmth on the back of her head. She put her elbows on the floor and tried to stand up, but the bookcase was heavy and she was stunned from the blow. Curaré took the heavy furniture with her hand and threw it to the side; she removed some books and grabbed the redhead's throat with her arm and she took the handle of the knife still buried in Barbara's side with her right hand.
"Now tell me, where is the kid?" the killer asked.
"I don't know..." the red head growled.
"I said where is the kid." Curare buried the knife deeper.
Barbara cried out.
"Where is she?"
"Fuck you..." The young woman felt like she was going to pass out.
Curaré twisted the knife and shouted: "I'm not playing around."
Barbara groaned and her body shivered with the rough movement.
"Does it hurt you, honey?" She pulled out the knife.
The red head felt her mind blur and gasped.
