Animal I Have Become Chapter 3: You're Goin' Down, a darkest powers fanfic

Story #3: You're Goin' Down.

Author's Note: Derek and Chloe are nineteen and eighteen here and they're together, walking around a park at noon. Yeah. If you've ever heard the song You're Going Down by Sick Puppies, you'll guess what's going to happen. And I changed like one line of the song, so if you do know the song, don't start lecturing me. Heh.

Define your meaning of war
To me it's what we do when we're bored
I feel the heat comin off of the blacktop
And it makes me want it more
Because I'm hyped up, outta control
If it's a fight I'm ready to go
I wouldn't put my money on the other guy
If you know what I already know

It's been a long time coming
And the tables' turned around
Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin' down
I'm not runnin', it's a little different now
Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin' down!

Define your meaning of fun
To me it's when we're gettin' it done
I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop
So get ready for another one
Let's take a trip down memory lane
The words circulate in my brain
You can treat this like another murder scene
But don't cry like a bitch when you feel the pain

This is hardly worth fighting for
But it's the little petty shit that I can't ignore
With my fist in your face and your face on the floor
It'll be a long time comin'
But you got the message now
Cause I was never goin'
Yeah, you're the one that's going down!

One of us is going down!
I'm not runnin', it's a little different now
Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin' down!

One of us is going down!

3rd Person

Chloe was chatting happily as Derek and she walked around the black-top of a nearby basketball court. She was explaining the sensation of having a ghost kiss your forehead- Derek had scowled a little but he eventually lightened up, squeezing her fingers as she waved her other hand for emphasis. It had been her mother, she was sure, that had kissed her while sleeping; she was the only one who would do that.

"And it was- What's wrong?" Derek had paused, chin tilted up just a little, eyes narrowed and searching as he sniffed the breeze.

"Nothing, I just thought I…" He trailed off, sniffing again. Chloe glanced around, tensing herself as well. Someone suddenly jerked her from Derek, throwing her to the ground. Her head bounced off the ground, but she was on her feet in seconds while Derek was snarling and swearing at a face better left to memory: Liam, of course; Chloe looked around quickly - searching for Ramon - but he was nowhere in sight.

"Don't worry, cutie. He's dead. Got a little mouthy with me and we all know I'm not gonna take that," he said smugly; But his eyes were lying, and she knew that it had been Derek, when he hit his head on the pole. Severe brain damage? Something else?

"This is between us, Liam. Let's go." Chloe stared at Derek; was he stupid?

Sometimes. When it came to her.

It was horrible as they squared off on the blacktop, heat rising off of it in waves. Derek was hopping- he wanted this. Chloe was a little sickened that he did want this. She knew it was his way of seeing if he'd gotten any stronger (she knew he had; a lot of things had changed with him- face cleared up (not that that really mattered, but it helped his outlook) he'd gotten nicer, and a little taller (possible…); his eyes stayed that piercing green, his hair the same jet black).

"Oh, you're ready for this, aren't you, pup?" Liam laughed, loosening his shoulders. They were still circling like wolves, their eyes locked on each other.

"You've been asking for this since that night, Liam." Derek rolled his neck, flicking his tongue over his teeth. "This is gonna be a little different now, dude. The tables are turned; I'm stronger, and you're older." He let loose a strange laugh that made Chloe shiver as she paced frantically, wanting to get in there, knowing she couldn't. This was his fight. "I'm not running this time; one of us is going to go down. And I'll give you a hint- it's not me. Just don't cry like a bitch when you're done." With that Liam struck. Then they were throwing fists, and at first, Chloe felt her heart start to race when Liam started to get Derek down.

"Guess what?" Liam sneered as they pulled back, lips bleeding and both panting. "When we're done with this, I'm gonna get to play with your mate. Won't that be fun?" He laughed, but he was still panting.

"I don't think so," Derek growled, eyes narrowing. He swung hard, a nice right hook to Liam's head. His head whipped to the side, blood spitting from his mouth. Chloe wanted desperately to get into the fight- her fists were clenched, her feet itching to move.

Derek was high on adrenaline. He was having a flash back to when he practically got his ass handed to him a few years ago. When the only thing that kept him from collapsing was guessing what they would've done to Chloe if he did. He dodged a quick shot at his mouth, then struck his fist out like a viper, hitting Liam square in the nose.

Blood sputtered out and down his face. Liam licked his lip of the blood, grinning. A few quick kicks to the ribs, one to the leg; Derek was getting frustrated. He lifted his leg in front of himself, and planted it squarely against Liam's chest, sending him flying at least thirty feet away. Chloe let out a scream, and the rage filling Derek's head snapped away in an instant; he looked up and saw her get hit by Liam's flying body. She was thrown to the ground. Liam lifted her head by her hair- blonde, again- and put his face right next to hers, whispered something. Her face turned bright red and she slapped him.

"Derek!" She shrieked when he put his arm around her waist. His mouth went to her shoulder and he nudged her shirt out of the way. Derek had never moved so fast in his life, slamming all of his body weight into Liam's. Chloe yelped, but probably from being in the middle of it.

Chloe saw Derek's eyes flash red. Not literally, but if it were possible, they would have. He had his knees on Liam's chest and his fists were moving so fast they were practically residing in his face. She could vaguely hear him growling some words.

"Don't (punch) you (punch) ever, ever (punch and a broken nose) touch her ever again!" (multiple punches to the mouth). Liam's head lulled to the side and Chloe crawled over to them, touching Derek's shoulder. He stopped, swinging his head towards her. The expression on his face shifted from animalistic rage to purely-Derek worry.

"Did he hurt you? Bite you?" He fussed over her. Chloe shook her head, and to prove it moved her shirt sleeve to show that her skin was unblemished. A scowl started to form on his face and he got up slowly. "What did he say to you?" Her cheeks heated up and Derek pulled her up gently. "Just tell me. I promise I won't get mad."

"He said…" she paused to clear her throat. "He said that…" her face was white hot now, and she looked away.

"Just tell me." Derek repeated, turning his head away. He knew it was easier for her to talk if he wasn't looking at her.

"He said…that my…boobs got bigger since the last time we met!" She burst out, turning nearly the colour of blood. Derek tried not to laugh- he even put some real effort into it. But he did anyways, a quick snort of laughter. Chloe stopped blushing, looking up at him with a tilted head.

"You know, your voice has changed, too."

"What?" Derek asked, confused at the change of subject. His body was trembling now as adrenaline drained from it quickly.

"Your voice used to be all deep and rumble-y and sometimes growl-y, now it's a really smooth baritone. It's nice." She bit her lip and stepped towards him, whispering, "It's sexy." Derek almost laughed again -Chloe couldn't say words like that without seeming like a seventh grader first saying the word 'sex' in Teen Living class.

A/N: Haha that was fun. I love guy fights. I was going to make it more descriptive, but it started to get a lot, lot longer, so I didn't want to bore you guys.