A/N: Guys, in order to become more in touch with my blind side I spent my Saturday with a blind fold on, and I never took it off. I still have yet to find out what exactly I wore. (sorry about how in the last one Iggy said "I saw…" I noticed that after I published it.) I also TOTALLY LOVE random reviews. My favorite kinds are the irrelevant ones like "I was singing, then I was like why on earth are pickles green? Then I got attacked by a panther but I persuaded it into dancing with me by eating fifty and a half cupcakes."…. Read on!
I sat there in the living room thinking about what had happened. Gazzy had been struck by lightning. What if he is messed up some how? What if he can't hear, or see? I do not want Gazzy to end up like me, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
Fang tried to comfort me the best he could, which, in his over dramatic loving way, was sitting next to me.
"He'll be okay," Fang said.
"Lightning isn't so forgiving," I replied a bit harshly.
"Maybe we should go back, to help."
"Yeah, sure."
Fang tapped my hand twice and led me to Gazzy. I heard him gasp as soon as we landed.
"What?" I asked nervously.
"Fly boys," muttered through his clenched teeth. Fang then explained to me how Max and Nudge were doing good fighting them off, but Gazzy was still on the ground, being protected my Angel.
I was then handed what felt like a crow bar and started whacking things with it. I heard the metal bend and twist beneath it like a pipe cleaner. Smirking I slammed the crow bar into a few more Fly Boys.
About fifteen minutes later Gazzy woke up; it's impressive even if we have special abilities. I flew down to go check on him.
"I got him," I said to Angel.
"Got it!" Angel tapped my hand then I heard her fly upwards, undoubtedly grabbing my crowbar.
"Hey man," Gazzy said groggily.
"Hi, feeling better?" I asked.
"More or less. How are we gonna take out those Fly Boys?" Gazzy giggled, already knowing my answer.
Smiling I began to make our bomb.
Fifteen seconds later…. (I feel annoying writing this…)
Gazzy held the bomb in his hands, marveling at our handiwork.
"Excellent," he mumbled.
"Now all we have to do is strike," I said. Gazzy looked up into the air and threw the bomb.
All I heard were three shrieks and one heavy grunt, along with an explosion. I ducked down and covered my head to protect me from the falling bits and pieces. After five minutes of remains pouring down I heard Gazzy hold back a cry.
"Gazzy, what's wrong?" I asked.
"Gone," he sniffed. "All gone."
I heard a heavy thump and suspected that Gazzy had fallen down. I suspected him to come back up, but that didn't happen.
Then I smelled something funny. It wasn't the smell of ashes, burning metal, or even burning flesh. This smell was different. It was almost like… chlorine. Not the regular stuff but chlorine gas. Poison to be exact.
I'm sorry but saying "fifteen seconds later" just totally ruined my mood. I felt like it ruined the story but I have no idea on what to do otherwise. Thank you very much for actually reading this far! Any random reviews?