Authors note:
Thank you so much for all the great reviews! They're really motivating and ego boosting! Hehe! Sorry to anyone who thinks I might have copied they're idea! I found a FF that was slightly similar to mine after I posted the first chapter so I was like "I hope I didn't offend anyone!"
Disclaimer:
I don't own anyone except for the characters that do not appear in the Lizzie McGuire Movie or TV show.
Sara's POV
I spin around faster then Lizzie's eyes can trace. To her, I appear as a blonde and shadowed blur. But then again, I'm only human...
She screams again as I plant a foot into my attackers chest. It is strong enough to send him staggering back. He growls and lunges at me again.
He sends a few punches flying at my face and I easily block them. This guy is weak with minimal training and technique, to me, it is obvious he is young and new to the game. He presents almost no challenge to me. But then again I am only human.
I have to keep telling myself this, because usually when these guys are sent after me, they plan to kill me, and the moment I let myself believe that I cant die, I will.
He knocks me off my feet yet I am back on them in seconds. He makes a lunge for my neck, I presume to break it. I dodge it and he is confused for a moment. Not understanding where I am. He finds me standing behind him. I am in charge of this fight. He races towards me but then must make the discission last minute or else I would have sensed it. He turns and grabs Lizzie by her hair and raises her off the ground. Big mistake. I'm on him in three seconds flat and have him on the ground writhing to get away from me. I push my heel into the back of his neck and kill him. It may sound harsh but it was either me or he or someone else. I simply chose him. He was bad anyway. I kneel down next to Lizzie.
"Let's get you home," we head off in the direction of her house, neither of us say a thing. She is shocked at what she just saw. She is afraid of me as well. I can see that through her eyes. She is scared. There is nothing I can do to help that. I do not have the power to erase the memory that will probably be in scripted into her head for the rest of her life.
I make sure she is inside before I head home. I have a small scratch on my left cheek and slight blood nose. As I walk past a shop window inspect the scratch and cant help but grin. It'll be there for a while. I think it looks cool. As I saunter down the street in the early hours of the morning I must seem like easy prey to any one who sees me. By the time I am back at my house it is almost light and I have still had no sleep, killed three, have no information as to who is trying to destroy me and now the top I am wearing at the moment is also stained.
My night was not fun.
Lizzie's POV
Miranda fights them. I cannot see who it is but they are winning. she pins her attacker down and I still have no idea who it is. I notice I am tied up. the rope is hurting my wrists and I can see a pool of blood that is only quite small in front of me. Miranda's attacker pushes her against a wall, that's when I see who it is...--
Once again I am awoken from a dream. Vision. Though I prey this is not a vision. Simply my imagination. I notice my alarm clock is flashing and I decide to get up.
Once showered and down stairs I have trouble remembering my dream. I cannot remember who was in it or what they were doing. But I have a feeling that it is very important.
*****Soz guys I'm not to good at writing battle scenes, I don't think I'll write to many stories in the first person in present tenths though. It didn't work to well I don't think. Please review:)*****
Thank you so much for all the great reviews! They're really motivating and ego boosting! Hehe! Sorry to anyone who thinks I might have copied they're idea! I found a FF that was slightly similar to mine after I posted the first chapter so I was like "I hope I didn't offend anyone!"
Disclaimer:
I don't own anyone except for the characters that do not appear in the Lizzie McGuire Movie or TV show.
Sara's POV
I spin around faster then Lizzie's eyes can trace. To her, I appear as a blonde and shadowed blur. But then again, I'm only human...
She screams again as I plant a foot into my attackers chest. It is strong enough to send him staggering back. He growls and lunges at me again.
He sends a few punches flying at my face and I easily block them. This guy is weak with minimal training and technique, to me, it is obvious he is young and new to the game. He presents almost no challenge to me. But then again I am only human.
I have to keep telling myself this, because usually when these guys are sent after me, they plan to kill me, and the moment I let myself believe that I cant die, I will.
He knocks me off my feet yet I am back on them in seconds. He makes a lunge for my neck, I presume to break it. I dodge it and he is confused for a moment. Not understanding where I am. He finds me standing behind him. I am in charge of this fight. He races towards me but then must make the discission last minute or else I would have sensed it. He turns and grabs Lizzie by her hair and raises her off the ground. Big mistake. I'm on him in three seconds flat and have him on the ground writhing to get away from me. I push my heel into the back of his neck and kill him. It may sound harsh but it was either me or he or someone else. I simply chose him. He was bad anyway. I kneel down next to Lizzie.
"Let's get you home," we head off in the direction of her house, neither of us say a thing. She is shocked at what she just saw. She is afraid of me as well. I can see that through her eyes. She is scared. There is nothing I can do to help that. I do not have the power to erase the memory that will probably be in scripted into her head for the rest of her life.
I make sure she is inside before I head home. I have a small scratch on my left cheek and slight blood nose. As I walk past a shop window inspect the scratch and cant help but grin. It'll be there for a while. I think it looks cool. As I saunter down the street in the early hours of the morning I must seem like easy prey to any one who sees me. By the time I am back at my house it is almost light and I have still had no sleep, killed three, have no information as to who is trying to destroy me and now the top I am wearing at the moment is also stained.
My night was not fun.
Lizzie's POV
Miranda fights them. I cannot see who it is but they are winning. she pins her attacker down and I still have no idea who it is. I notice I am tied up. the rope is hurting my wrists and I can see a pool of blood that is only quite small in front of me. Miranda's attacker pushes her against a wall, that's when I see who it is...--
Once again I am awoken from a dream. Vision. Though I prey this is not a vision. Simply my imagination. I notice my alarm clock is flashing and I decide to get up.
Once showered and down stairs I have trouble remembering my dream. I cannot remember who was in it or what they were doing. But I have a feeling that it is very important.
*****Soz guys I'm not to good at writing battle scenes, I don't think I'll write to many stories in the first person in present tenths though. It didn't work to well I don't think. Please review:)*****