The first thing I do, and the last thing I remember doing, is letting out an ear splitting shriek, a cry of anger and fear more so than one of pain. After that I was a blur of pinwheel kicks, sharp punches, and fury.
Three boys lay unconscious on the gym floor. 3 down, 4 to go. Everything was blurring by fast, until suddenly it stopped. There was a knife. I smiled crookedly at the boy attached to the blade's handle. "Parlay?"
He chuckled slightly, and then turned away, tossing his blonde hair to the side with a shake of his head. He dropped the blade down to one side. He must be the leader.
"Get 'er" he ordered smoothly.
The three other remaining boys grabbed my arms, and I kicked, thrashed, screamed, did anything I could. The leader of them raised his arm to punch me, but they couldn't go through with the action, as a tall, slim boy with short black hair and deep blue eyes stood knocked him unconscious, and left him sprawled out on the ground.
"DONNY!" I screech, furious that he came in to save me, but thankful I'm not a Check P.O.W.
The boy who had been trying my wrists stood and went after Donnyboy, flying at him with fists raised, but Donny delivered a swift uppercut that drove him onto the ground, spitting out blood. I whipped myself into action, squirming free of the boys holding me back, fending them back enough to grab Donnyboy by the elbow and drag him out the back door into the girls locker room. I locked the door behind us. I whirl around and slap him.
"What was that for!?" He spits, holding his cheek.
"How's Penguin?" I ask.
"Fine!" He answers.
I stare at him for a second. "How fine is fine?"
"He stopped bleeding so much, the doctor's say he's gonna be ok. He's asleep."
No one just falls asleep after getting stabbed.
"He's dead isn't he?" I question.
"NO! No, no, no, no, no, no, he's not dead."
"Dying?"
"God I hope not."
I hesitate. "In a coma?"
"Well…"
"Donny!"
"Yeah…"
I consider slapping him again. "You know I didn't need you to come save me."
"Everyone else got ambushed outside. You fought off those 7 fine, but there were 6 more out there."
Fine!? I beat the shit out of guys twice my size! In fact I-…wait what?
"WHAT!?" I screech, grabbing Donny by the collar of his shirt.
"Everyone's okay, cool it, Risk! They just got a scare like nothin' we've ever seen before. We're all a bit busted up, but everyone was really worried about you."
I run my fingers through my hair, practically bouncing on my toes. "God damn it Donny, I don't need them to be worried about me, I just need…"
I let my voice trail off a bit.
What do I need?
What do we need?
I open my mouth to finish my thought, but there are spots bursting like fireworks before my eyes. My knees go weak, and I trip over nothing, squeaking like a puppy who just had its tail stepped on, collapsing into Donny's arms.
It was all downhill from there.
Sorry this chapter was a bit shorter! What do you think of the Risky/Donnyboy romance? Anyone wondering how Mousetrap and Rita/Angel are doing? ANYONE SHIPPING IT?