Four attackers ran towards me, on an attempt to grab me. Me and Joe ran forward, when we were close enough Joe grabbed my hand and with his help I flipped onto the first two. Knocking them both out. To my left, I already saw Joe taking the other two down easily.

This didn't stop the other attackers, and this time seven of them ran forward. Matt and Chris straight away ran towards my side taking them down without any struggle. This is too easy, they have planned something. I was about to say my thoughts to Joe when a loud bang went off. Everyone froze. I looked around. Why was everyone looking at me? I looked down to see blood pouring out of my leg, oh that's why.

Now, most people when they are shot, black out. But I don't. Instead, I get angry, and not the 'you took my last chip' angry the blinding anger that makes you want to hurt anyone that would do something like shooting you in the leg. When I get this angry, I just bloke everything out, including my injury and aim to get 'revenge' you might call it on whoever shot you.

Soon enough everything was a blur. I sprinted forward to the first attacker that came towards me. I slammed my foot into his chest and he was sent flying back. Another person grabbed me from behind and tried to put me in a headlock. I spun my leg round, placing a powerful kick right on the side of his temple. The man crumpled to the floor. The fact that he was no longer a problem, I cared about. If he was dead or not... well I don't care.

After seeing what I could do, the attackers got wise and came in groups. Every time, however, they came I kicked them or punched them until every single one of them was on the floor not moving.

I looked up to see all the Gallagher girls looking at me with a scared look on their faces, the Blackthorne boys even though they knew that I would go into that state of mind, still look shocked. Almost all of the adults though who had heard of me, or my codename, just stood there emotionless. Me, I just stared back at them, not tired at all, I was still in my state but I knew that they didn't do that. I was waiting for the twisted voice to jeer at me. I didn't have to wait long.

'For once, I am impressed by a Gallagher girl, except me, of course,' the voice sneered out against the silence.

I narrowed my eyes and turned round. The woman with the hair like fire laughed.

'What? No snarky comment? Or is silence the new sarcasm?' she taunted whilst cocking her head.

'You shot me didn't me?' I said icily. Her mouth formed a perfect 'o' shape, then she covered it with her hand.

'Oops, my hand must have slipped,' her mouth turned into a sickly smile. 'Just like it did in Monaco,'

I snarled and jumped at her. We collided and toppled to the ground. Rolling so I was on top I didn't hesitate to punch her.

'You,' Punch 'are,' punch 'a' punch 'sick,' punch 'twisted,' punch 'BITCH!' This time I didn't punch her I grabbed her and slammed my head onto her, now very bloody face, with full force. I was so angry I didn't feel any pain. When I pulled my head, I felt something warm trickling down my head. I looked at Catherine and saw her out cold, but not dead. I think.

I didn't get time to check though because I was yanked off her by strong arms. I struggled to get free, but now the pain of my leg was kicking in and I was growing tired. I heard Joe's soft voice ring in my ear.

'Shh Lucy, just relax,' I sagged into his arms. Seconds later I was crying.

'She did it! She shot my dad! SHE'S the reason I don't have a father!' Joe didn't say anything, but just held me tighter.

'All of these years, I thought it was me! I thought that if I hadn't been so... so stupid and, instead of running, I tried to save my dad then he would be here! But instead it was her!'

'I know. I know. Lucy, don't worry. Just relax and we will get your leg sorted.'

He gently picked me up. Normally, if I was injured, I wouldn't let anyone pick me up, I thought it showed weakness. I would convince them to let me walk to the nurse by myself. But today, I let Joe carry me, like I would break any minute, and to be honest, I liked that feeling for once.

My roommates and my friends ran towards me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see everyone staring at me, shocked at what I had just done. Looking around I saw the destruction I had caused, bodies lay everywhere, dead or just knocked out. I also saw some people carrying Catherine away. I looked up at Joe and gripped his shirt.

'Is she... is she dead?' I whispered. Joe looked down at me.

'No, just holding on, you gave some good punches though,' he whispered gently whilst smiling. I didn't return the smile though.

'Is... Is anyone else dead?' He shook his head. Good, I thought, I hated this side of me, but it wasn't something I could control.

'No, most just knocked out and, at worse, in a coma,' I breathed a sigh of relief. All of a sudden I felt really woozy. I closed my eyes. Joe must have noticed, because he started to shake me.

'Hey, don't fall asleep, not just yet,' I didn't hear the rest because I had fallen asleep.

MICHELLE POV

Holy shit. That girl can fight. Like, wow.

Me, Gracie, Katie and Mr. Solomon are currently sitting outside the operating room, waiting for Lucy to come out of surgery. Mr. Solomon looks so worried. Gracie and Katie had been crying. However, I had just sat silently for the past hour not moving at all.

'We came as fast as we could, is she okay?' A voice shouted, I looked up to see a terrified looking Cammie, but, after noticing Mr. Solomon was there covered it up. Behind Zach was lingering.

They hadn't been there, as they were juniors, so were in lessons instead. Nobody said anything so I voiced what we were all thinking.

'We don't know,'

Cammie slumped into the empty chair, between me and Mr. Solomon. Mrs. Morgan had been sitting there, but had to leave to speak to the director.

'She was so nice to me; I just wish I could of sa'

'She's not gone,' I looked round, blinking out of my daze because Mr. Solomon had finally said something. Both Gracie and Katie had tried to speak to him, but only got nods in return. I was like that as well.

'Excuse me sir?' Cammie said in a surprised tone.

'She's not gone; you made it sound like she's gone for good, not in surgery,'

Cammie just nodded and sat back into her chair.

Please let him be right.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Okay, that's annoying.

I slowly opened my eyes.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Seriously what is that?

Opening my eyes fully, I realised what it was.

Oh. I see. Okay let's see. Un comfy bed? Check. Itchy sheets? Check. Bright lights? Check. Painful head? Definitely check.

'Ah, good you're awake. I have some questions for you,' A voice, of which I recognised as the directors called out. Not even allowed five minutes to gather my surroundings fully? Well I guess there ain't no rest for the wicked. Literally.

'Do you promise to answer truthfully?' I nodded. 'Good, now what was your main plan today Catherine?'

This may take some time.

I thought I would do a varied amount of POV's just, because. Also sorry I haven't updated in ages, and to be honest I don't have an excuse. Well, procrastination.

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