My deepest apologies for those of you who have been waiting for this damn chapter. So sorry.
Look out for the second chapter of my one shot- soon to be two shoot- story, 'Screw Death'. Thanks for all the reviews about my stories, it really encourages me to do a good job. :)
Enjoy.
Fang's POV-
"Lissa, are you alright?" I repeated.
"Uhm- ye- yeah," she stumbled, her voice cracking.
Her faded green eyes looked up at me in shock and she quickly stood up from the bench and smoothed down her dirty shirt.
"Sorry-" she mumbled looking down.
I raised my eyebrows. Lissa? Lissa the bitch of the bitchiest was sorry? Wow things sure have changed.
"So uh…I guess if you're okay…I have to go look for someone," I said remembering the real reason I was out here.
She nodded her head awkwardly, and without another word or glance, she sprinted off in the opposite direction. I furrowed my brow in confusion, but turned on my heals and jogged back to the jeep. Sliding in the front seat and slamming the door behind me, I pulled out of the park parking lot.
Mei's POV-
The thing about humans-any human for that matter- is that was all have wild imaginations.
So could you imagine what Ella would have thought when she saw all that blood? Yeah, I'm assuming she decided the worse and she and whoever is with her, is about to do something incredibly stupid.
But first, I had to find Max. She disappeared and was nowhere in her normal spots she hung around. Where the hell could she have gone?
I slammed my forehead down on my steering wheel in frustration and had to bite down on my knuckles to keep from screaming.
"Where did you go Max?" I whimpered.
Iggy's POV-
The taxi finally pulled up along the side of the hospital emergency room, and Ella left me outside.
"Hey wait! Can I use your wallet?" I shouted after her
But she was already down the hall. I turned back to the greasy looking cab driver, who huffed and stuck his right hand out. I looked at the meter through the window and groaned. 34 dollars?
"Kay look buddy, if you just wait out here, I'll be sure to get you your money okay? Just wait here," I sighed walking into the building.
The collar of my neck was being pulled back and I whirled around to see the cab driver glaring down at me.
"I like your shoes," he says looking down at my vans.
"Awww come on!" I said throwing my hands up.
Max's POV-
I watched him walk away, his footprints being embedded into the dirt. His back was taut, his fists clenched at his side. I watched him take long, powerful strides until he was just a dot of vision in the distance.
I turned around and faced the cliff again. Was I really about to jump?
"You know you were, Max." the voice from earlier said.
When did everything start getting so complicated? Mrs. Heart? Dylan? Me?
"Oh don't be so naïve, Max. Because of who you are, things will never be easy," The voice said.
Shaking my head furiously, I stuck out my chest, took several deep breaths and turned away from the cliff. I knew one thing for sure though.
Mother was the one who sent Dylan. She sent him to save me so that I wouldn't jump off. This was her message to me.
It wasn't my time to die yet.
Ella's POV-
"Where is the boy who came with her?" I growled looking at the doctor.
Nudge's body, full of bruises, scratches and gashes was hooked up onto the beeping machines, and the steady beat of the heart monitor was ticking off.
The doctor looked regretfully at me before sighing and placing the clip board on the side desk.
"The young man stated he needed a 'smoke'. That was a little over an hour ago," he said.
I gnawed my teeth together, and managed to nod my head. I heard the doctor make his way out of the room and he closed it behind him softly. I looked back at Nudge, and my heart crumpled.
My little sister. Bruised and beaten.
I could hardly believe it. Nudge? What could she have done to deserve this? If it were anyone, Drew deserved to be in this bed. He deserved to be the one in pain, and I realized with a cruel satisfying thought, that I would be happier if they switched places.
Guilt didn't trap me for once when I thought of such dark thoughts, because I had finally just snapped. I had it up to here with Drew and his insecurities. This wasn't the first time she's been hurt by him; emotionally, mentally, and physically.
This little monster was hurting my sister.
And I wasn't going to stand by and watch anymore.
There was the faint sound of scuffs in the hallways, followed by a familiar scowl. Iggy opened the door and stepped in, with only his pink bunny socks. I stared at them for what seemed like forever before looking up at my future husband with a look that said 'are you kidding me?'.
Iggy chuckled sheepishly and tapped the floor with the ball of his right foot.
"The cab driver was very demanding…" he said walking over.
His blue eyes trailed over Nudge's body, and his jaw tightened. He pulled me off the chair and sat on it, and placed me in his lap. I curled my feet around his side and laid my face into the crock of his neck.
"Where's Drew?" he asked.
"He ditched," I said weakly.
"That little son of a-"
"Did you call my mom for me?" I interrupted.
"Yeah. My parents and your mom are on their way," he said blowing on the top of my head.
"Thank you…" I sighed.
Iggy rested his cheek on the top of my head and we stayed that way for a while, just taking in each other's presence.
"Iggy…what do you think happened to Max?" I ask quietly
Iggy's chest puffed out from underneath me and he sighed.
"I'm not sure…but I'm sure she's fine. She has to be," he whispered.
And so, my future husband and I sat in my younger sisters hospital, not knowing what the hell was going on.
When did things get so complicated?
Max's POV-
Regret settled in as soon as I left the beach park. It was dark, and more of the 'special' people came out. I walked slowly back to the city, passed the candy shop, the mini mall, and the tall skyscrapers, alone.
My thoughts were jumbled together as I passed by one of the game shops that Gazzy usually took me too. I wasn't looking where I was going, so I wasn't that surprised when I stumbled into my dojo. From out here, I could see Sensei Denis closing out the lights over head, and he made his way to the front window.
"Sempai Max?" he asked when he saw me.
He squinted behind his round glasses and narrowed his eyes at me, before smiling brightly and walking over.
"You haven't been to classes in a few weeks," he said hugging me.
I laughed nervously and patted his back.
"Yeah…just been busy with some stuff," I said scuffing my foot on the sidewalk.
I didn't look up at him, but I could feel him analyzing me; searching to see what was wrong.
"Come with me," he said.
He turned back to the gym and walked up the cement steps and unlocked the door again before stepping in. He left the door wide open for me, and having nothing else to do, I walked up after him.
The lights over head turned on, but he left the shades of the windows down. He placed his duffel bag on the floor and went to the back of the dojo, where a wooden wrack held all the rental weapons. Bo's, sais, and nun chucks. He grabbed a set of Sais, and one long wooden Bo before walking over.
He handed me with Sais and he stepped back with the Bo in his grip. I sighed and subconsciously twirled both metal weapons in my hands.
"Sensei what are we doing?" I asked him.
"You need this, trust me I've seen that look before," he said bowing.
I bowed lowly, keeping my eyes locked on the top of his head. When we both came back up, our eyes locked on each other, and the entire gym faded away to a blur.
"Max, forget all your problems that your having, and just focus on me," Sensei Denis instructed.
I took a deep breath. I breathed through my nostrils and let it slowly through my parted lips. I mentally gathered all my thoughts about Akila, Dylan, Mei, Fang, everything, and just pushed it to the back of my head.
"Good," Sensei said looking at my impassive face.
"Fighting is like a dance between two people." He said twirling his Bo. "There's always a leader; or an attacker. And of course, the follower; also known as a defender. You and I both know we teach for defense only." He said sternly.
"Yes," I confirmed.
"So in a fight, you must always be a defender as well as a follower. A follower observes a leader, poised for attack," he said stepping into a stance where one leg was in front of the other, the Bo pressed against his chest.
I bent my knees into a deep horse stance, keeping one Sai forward and the other tucked against my torso.
"Good. Now, this is the part where you need focus. Wait for my move first and you counter it alright?" he asked.
I nodded my head and narrowed my eyes at his figure. He seemed to be shifting his weight from foot to foot, before he sprang forwards, the point of his Bo aiming for my abdomen. On instinct, I leaped back and brought my Sais' down in an 'X' figure, blocking the Bo's path, all the while never taking my eyes of off Sensei's.
He nodded his approval, before making his next move. He stepped towards my outer leg and swung the Bo down in a fast motion towards the top of my head, where I countered it with another cross Sai. His left leg swung from the side creating a perfect arc that would have got me painfully in the shoulder if I didn't bring my forearm up to block it.
My arms muscles and his leg muscles battled for dominance, before he pushed me back and I tumbled backwards, falling into a crouched position.
"Don't lose focus. Don't try to calculate my next move. Just watch and move,"
I stood on my feet again, this time watching his body instead of his eyes. His right arm twitched forwards, swinging the Bo like a baseball bat aiming straight for the side of my head.
Everything played in slow motion then.
My eyes locked on his week knees, and I stepped forward the same time he swung the Bo, and wrapped my arm quickly around his elbow, and pulled to the left. The Bo flew out of his hands and rolled to the opposite side of the room. My left leg switched out to kick his knees, and he fell in front of me, kneeling on his hands.
I twirled my Sais' in my hands before throwing them down and it stabbed the edges of his gi, leaving him pinned to the wooden floor.
I panted heavily, but Sensei's breaths were controlled and soothing. He looked up at me through the fog of his glasses before motioning at the Sais' with a smirk.
I chuckled and pulled the Sai's out of the floor, where two new holes were.
"Sorry-"
"Don't even," he said waving a hand. "You were excellent," he said standing.
"Thank you Sensei," I said bowing.
He studied me another moment before walking across the room to retrieve the Bo. He placed the wooden weapon back on the rack before turning back to face me.
"Whatever you're dealing with Sempai Max, just remember to focus on what the real problem is," he said crossing his arms over his chest.
I furrowed my brow in confusion and offered him the Sais'.
"What do you mean?" I asked holding them out.
He shook his head and placed my hands back to my side.
"Keep the Sais. Practice with them, it looks like your type of weapon," he said.
"Thanks, I guess," I said chuckling.
I tucked the Sais' into my belt loop, letting it shine in the light.
"And what did you mean about my problems?" I asked.
He just shrugged and picked up his bag.
"I meant what I said. Focus on the real problem." He said walking towards the door. "Mind locking up for me?" he asks tossing the keys.
"Apparently not," I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes.
He chuckled and walked outside.
Focus on the real problem.
What could that mean?
wow I just realized its been about 4 chapters and Fang and Mei havent found Max yet. lol.
JEeze Im getting really draggy with these things. Eh, I blame school.
SCREW SCHOOL SCREW SCHOOL. SCREW IT, SCREW IT, SCREW IT.
GRRRR...
(sigh) Where are my pills?
-Shift