Her ankle was throbbing but Jemma refused to slow down because of it. Suck it up girl, Damnit! If Jackson Rippner can chase someone with a pen hanging out of his throat and a wounded leg, then a strained ankle is nothing. Jemma told herself. She was inches away from the stair-rail.

Then again, it seemed to be taking eternity to get there.

--

Down below the rest of the group and Sean watched the stairs for any sign of Jemma and Richard. "You sure she'll be coming down this way?" Sean inquired. May-lin nodded her head.

"She said something about bring her uncle down here. I'm not too sure what she was planning after that." The Chinese girl replied. Suddenly they heard a shouted and a scuffle.

--

"WHOA!"

Jemma wasn't sure where Richard had appeared from but he had certainly taken her by surprise. He had slid across the floor (A feat which surprise Jemma since the floor was carpet), and yanked her feet out from under her. Her strained ankle went first and then Jemma hit the floor. "You won't get far from me Princess." Richard smirked and grabbed hold of her leg.

Jemma hid her panic as she was rolled onto her front. Okay so this isn't going to good. Think Jem, come on Think! Jemma screamed at herself. She glanced down at Richard as he let go of her leg. "Piss off!" Jemma yelled and kicked him hard in the chin. Richard jolted back, giving Jemma enough room to kick him in the face again.

Richard hit the wall, spitting out globs of bloody spit. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Jemma scrambled to her feet and limped towards the stair-rails. Richard knew he had some time left as she would have to go down to flights of stairs. They were still quite high up.

Jemma didn't trust herself to look behind her but she knew Richard was chasing her again. The distance between them was quickly closing and Jemma cursed her ankle. At the last second, Jemma swung and tempted to hit her uncle in the face.

--

Elizabeta's hand flew up to cover her mouth as she watched Jemma struggle with Richard over control of the baseball bat. Nathan cursed under his breath in Japanese as he kept pressure on his wound. "They're gonna go over the side!" Johnny warned.

May-lin glanced towards Nathan who nudged her in the side. "Nath?" May-lin knew Nathan had an idea. The sound of splintering wood caught her attention. Jemma had slammed her baseball bat onto the stair-rail as Richard rolled out of the way.

"We're going up. You, me and Bluebell. Come on." Nathan ordered. May-lin glanced nervously between the fight and Nathan's retreating figure. May-lin cursed in Chinese.

"Bluebell! Come on!" she ordered. Elizabeta said nothing as she followed. Not long after Brooklyn and Johnny joined them.

--

The baseball bat bounced along the corridor after Richard threw it over his shoulder. Jemma did not back away. She knew it was harder now if he boxed her in. "No more games. No more places to hide." Richard took a step forward and held out his hand. He was closer now. "Be mine?" he asked.

Jemma glanced between Richard's hand and his face. Suddenly Jemma spat at Richard, hitting him square in the eye. Richard pulled away, growling under his breath. He quickly wiped the spit away as Jemma cheered. "Hell yeah! 10 points!" she laughed.

Richard's growl got louder. "Think you're funny? Huh?" He moved fast and grabbed Jemma's arms. Jemma struggled madly.

"Hey! Put me down this instance!" she screamed. Richard's grip got tighter. "Damn it! If I bruise, you're a dead man! You hear me!" Jemma swore. Richard smirked evilly and closed the distance between their faces.

"Let's see how funny you are when you're lying dead in front of her darling father." Richard spat and pushed Jemma.

Hard.

Jemma squeaked in fear as she fell back. Her hands tried hard to grab hold of something as she toppled over the stair-rail. Below her, Sean yelled out in horror. Jemma managed to grab hold of Richard's shirt and pulled him along with her. The two disappeared over the stair-rail.

Richard sailed straight over Jemma's head as she grabbed hold of the 2nd floor stair-rail. Jemma tried to calm her panicked breathing when she felt a tug. Looking down, she found Richard holding onto her leg. "Don't let me fall." He whimpered. Jemma blinked twice before wilding kicking her legs. "Please Princess! Don't let me fall!" Richard pleaded.

"Go to hell!" Jemma spat and kicked her mad uncle in the chin. The other bladers had joined Sean in the lobby when they heard the noise. They watched in numb shock and horror as Richard fell to his death. His head contented with the marble fall with a sickening crack. Blood fanned out beneath his head.

Jemma took a deep lung full of air and tried to pull herself. However with all the running and fighting she did, Jemma didn't have the energy to scream let alone pull herself up.

"Need a hand?"

Jemma glanced up to see Nathan. "Boy am I glad to see you!" Jemma grinned, re-adjusting her grip. Nathan returned the grin as the others joined his side.

"How do ya feel?" The half Japanese boy inquired. Jemma mock glared at him for such a stupid question but decided to humour him.

"Like Batman whenever the bad guy throws him off a building." She paused briefly. "My ribs and ankle like heck. Any chance of helping me up?" Jemma giggled. Nathan smiled again.

"Not in my currant state, but the girls will." Nathan replied as Elizabeta and May-lin appeared in view.

"We've got ya Jem." May-lin smiled. The two girls grabbed Jemma's wrists and heaved their team captain up and over the stair rail.

-- (Two days later) --

Jemma rubbed her ankle and frowned deeply. Everyone apart from the bladers, who were getting ready to leave, were cleaning up the mess left behind but Nathan had given Jemma strict instruction to manage the desk.

Jemma's argument was that she had created half the mess and she felt it was her duty to clean up after herself. However Team Dark-water's captain was out-voted by her pushy team mates and now Jemma found herself bored out of her brain. "Stupid strained ankle." She hissed.

"It should heal soon."

Jemma looked up to see The PBA All-stars. Emily smiled at her and handed over a hotel swipe card. "It was an interesting stay." Emily chuckled. Jemma smiled as she reclaimed the card.

"I bet. It's not every day you're hostage to a killer." Jemma joked. Michael, Eddy, Steve and Rick collected their bags and left. Emily glanced over to Max.

"Will you be joining us in the next tournament?" The blond blader inquired. Jemma laughed loudly.

"Of course! Nothing's gonna stop Team Dark-water from entering a bey-blade tournament. Come hell, high water or attack from Mutant Blue cheese." Jemma grinned. Emily and Max looked at each other before waving goodbye and hurrying to their friends. Jemma smiled to herself. Mutant Blue Cheese. Nice on. She chuckled.

Oh nothing was going to stop her team entering the next tournament.

Nothing what so ever.

Thank you to SchoolBoredom for her review. There's one more chapter to do then we're finished.