Chapter 3
Lunch period went by quite fast. Faster than usual. I pack up my scraps from lunch and throw them in the nearest trash ben. As I continue to walk down the courtyard and into the school, I witness something unusual. A boy- probably a freshman, was getting ganged up on by a group of juniors and seniors.
Ahh, something exciting to witness for a change.
Me, being the kind person that I am, run right in the middle. I stand in front of the boy, holding both arms up. "Stop." I say bluntly. " He has done nothing to or for you. Leave him alone." As to be expected, all 9 in counting, were much taller than me. "Oh? And what are you gonna do about it, tell the council on us? Oooh, I'm sooo scared!" The tallest one, raggedy and somehwhat smelly said with over confidence. Atleast 6 of them smirked under their breath as they all creeped closer to me. I look behind me. The boy fled.
Thanks kid. Your the best.
Little did these dipshits know that I took martial arts for a number of years. The third tallest one, slightly cleaner than the tallest but not the least bit better smelling, threw his arm forward as an attempt to punch me in the face. I dodged the punch, pushing back and positioning my left hand against the brick wall, the other arm over my face. Another member, dirty and scratchy, took his turn as an attempt to punch me. He has as much luck as the last one. I quickly sling my left hand forward, cuffing my hand and his fist landed inside. I clench my fingers as tightly as I can, fighting any emotion to my face. I use my right hand to quickly uppercut him, sending him to the ground.
Well, he's out cold.
The tallest one in the group starts to throw punches at me, he had little to no luck at actually landing any of them. If I do say for myself, he was somewhat lacking in the defense department, for when I threw my right leg up, kicking him in the crotch, he dropped to the floor, gasping for air. As for the rest of them, they came charging at me. the shortest threw kick at me. Dodging the kick, I slug him in the back of the head, forcing him to be knocked into another member, sending both to the ground with great force. With only five more left, I take advantage of the new space and preform a spin kick on the nearest member, pushing him back and onto the ground. Another member, catching me off-guard, manages to slug me on my left cheek. I was pushed back against the wall due to the amount of force he put into the punch. He comes closer, throwing in a kick. Quickly, I position my body, my right leg in front of the other, slightly bending my back and thrusting my fist into his stomach with significant amounts of force. His eyes widen as he drops to the ground into the fetal position, coughing. The three members left suddenly take advantage of me staring at the man and with two members, one for each arm, suddenly pins me up against the wall. I couldn't move, I squirmed, trying to be realeased from their grip, but I had no luck.
The remaining member pulls a pistol from his back pocket.
Positioning it to the front of my head, cocking it and placing his finger on the trigger, I show no mercy or signs of worry. I've never been afraid of such things. The thought of dying never really effected me, for I had nothing to live for. "Any last words, kid?" The raspy voice holding me at gun point grunted. I said nothing, for I simply closed my eyes.
*BAM* *BAM*
My eyes were closed tightly, stiffening my body. I felt the gun being lifted off my forehead, also hearing a body thump to the ground. I slowly open my eyes, unaware of my surroundings. When I finally open my eyes wide enough, The same cloaked girl from earlier held a shotgun in her hand, pointing it the the dead members body. The two members pinning me down scream in fear, running away. I couldn't believe it. Did she...?- I didnt have enough time to think, for when I realized who the cloaked girl was, my mind went blank. She drops the shotgun on top of the dead body, Thrusting her foot into his stomach. I could have sworn that I heard atleast three ribs crack.
Oh, god..
She stops and stares at all of the bodies around us. " You better get to class. You'r already late enough to begin with." A quiet, familer voice murmurs. As I watch her walk away, my minds starts to wonder. How did she know I was always late for class? Was she a stalker, or simply in my class? But enough time was tooken. I shove through the double doors and climb up the stairs to begin my next period.