The Uprising

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One heck of a fountain with legs

"Crap."

I always did have an uncanny ability to pronounce understaments. Wait, did I just say that sentence? Well who said TV never taught you anything!

Rocker boy was still in my arms but luckily the walking lizard hadn't noticed us yet. I pulled out the knife and started to drag him into a side alley and stopped almost immediatley confused. This kid weighed about half of what I did but I could feel a lot of muscle under his shirt. But this was no time to be confused so I dragged him into the alley.

I put him down at the end. I looked at his weapon the war axe. It had the air of being made by Hephaestus himself, it just felt so powerful. Maybe this kid could be his kid, but then again, Charles Beckendorf didn't have a weapon like this.

"Oh well," I muttered to no one in particular,"At least he didn't see us."

"Think again Perssseus Jacksssson!"

I was on my feet in a second, riptide in hand, which I held up in defence. I stepped in front of the boy and faced the creature at the mouth of the alley. He was dressed all in black with just his scaly feet, tail and scarlet eyes showing. In his hand was a rapier and around his belt were 10 inch daggers, the same kind I had pulled out of the kids back.

"Tricky little thing isss that boy. Took down three of my sssiblings with that axxe of death! But wasssn't ssso sssmart when I ssssent an dagger through his back. He ssssquealed like a pig and ran!" At this he let out a hiss of laughter that sounded like a sizzling furnace.

"And I suppose you ment this dagger" I snarled. I was so worked up after his little speach plus my mom and blowfish that I was about to explode. And what better way to do it than fight a monster? "Well why don't you have it back then!" I bellowed and threw it at him with all my strength.

I suppose he wasn't expecting it because he wasn't as quick as he could have been. He escaped the worst but still couldn't get out of the daggers path because of the size of the alley. It struck him high in his left shoulder. He screamed so high pitched that it hurt my ears. I looked at him to see a dark brown substance running out of the wound so fast it looked like a waterfall.

I took this advantage and ran at him swinging high to his right side with riptide. Even with a fountain for a shoulder he was still quick. He brought up his rapier to block riptide and then knocked aside the blade with suprising strength for one so slight. He then stabbed at my stomach but I deflected and stepped out of range.

We were pretty well matched with the blade but I was maybe a shade better, but he had strength on his side but it was cut down by his shoulder. Get it? Cut down by his... oh it doesn't matter.

I needed to get the upper hand. But I needed water to do that and the nearest thing I had to that was orange juice. So I was stuffed.

"Little Perssseussss, Theressss nowhere to run and no one to sssave you. You ssshall be defeated!"he practically spat at me.

"How's that knife in ya shoulder? Is it a bit sore?" I laughed at the expression on his face.

"YOU SSSHALL DIE!" he roared and lunged at me.

Before I could do anything a voice behind me shouted,"No you will!". I was knocked aside by a blur with the axe and before my brain registered it, I was looking at a headless dracaenae that was spurting blood like a dirty, garden water feature. It gently dissintergrated into dust and left standing behind it was a soaked kid with rocker clothes and a wriggling backpack.

"I hate those things." Stated the apparantly wounded rocker boy.

There we go hoped you like it cuz I enjoyed writin it ! R+R!