I Fight For Them, I Live For Him

Gwen's P.O.V.

There comes a time when you have to decide. Run, hide, or fight? What would you do if you were backed into a corner? Hmm? I know many of you right now are snorting going, 'I would fight! I'm that cool!' but you could never really know until you were put in that situation. That's when your survivor mode kicks in. That's when you make the choice. And here's the thing, you don't make it. No, your mind makes it. I don't care if you have muscles or if your glasses or three inches thick. You see, it's in the mind where you're strong. The decision was made. The survivor kicked in.

I would fight.

I climbed to my feet and punched with all my might. I would not let them get Jes, or the others. The survivor in me was to protect others, not myself. I felt proud. Jace grabbed Alex and pushed her behind him. Jes screamed and ran for a corner. The beasts kept coming, and it seemed as if there was no stop. I tried to close the door once, it was a failed attempt.

"Help! Jace!" I called out. He wouldn't move. I eventually pushed a dresser in front of the opening. The Erasers only tipped it over. I was starting to think that there was no use. 'You're dead!' repeated in my mind. I fought it down. 'You've lost!' was on replay. I felt defeated, I felt sick, I hurt, but I continued.

"No!" Alex wailed. They had grabbed Jace and threw him at the wall with a great force. Something surprised me, Jace broke through the wall. His skin shimmered as if it were made of diamonds. He lay in the drywall's broken pieces.

"Charge!" I yelled. Joy hopped around inside my head. It was exhilarating. For a brief second there was a chance, and I grabbed hold. Jes and Alex lifted Jace to his feet. Tears of happiness ran down my cheeks. Their wings beat down. They were free! The Eraser holding me growled and hissed. I let it all go for a moment. They had gone free!

Then I was brought back to reality as I was tossed to the ground, hitting my already hurt shoulder. The Eraser landed several swift kicks to my side. I spit and coughed. The air left my lungs. The wind had been knocked out of me. The beast lifted me up again and repeatedly slammed me into the wall. My wings unfolded and flapped as a last resort. My lip was busted and my side was ripped open. I glanced out the gaping hole in the wall. I could see seven figures hovering in the midnight moonlight. I glanced back to the Eraser. The thing's deep brown eyes stared into my soul.

"I'm done," I croaked. A grim smile slid up its lip as it watched the life drain from my eyes. I had done my job. I had gotten the others out safely. As I released all my thoughts, memories, and emotions something popped into my mind.

I saw Kale. Kale. Bars blocked his face, yet his eyes shone with hope. Then an image of the night when we had found our home drifted through my mind. His words echoed.

'I think I might love you Gwen…'

A spark of longing lit up my heart. A new reason to fight, to live. I brought my hands up and punched the mutant before me. It's grip loosened and I squirmed free. The Eraser somehow grabbed the bottom of my dress and I was jerked back. I threw myself forward, the dress ripping, and stroked my wings. The fabric was torn to my knees. I turned to fit through the escape hole. I was free. I rose higher, and higher still. I snuck one look back at the house. There stood my foe, open jawed and staring at the bottom of my dress. Sucker! I made my way up to the others. We were all safe. Flair was crying. She hugged me and wouldn't let go. That's when I gave into the exhaustion. I fell limp, but someone was there to catch me.

I couldn't remember all that well after that. Voices blared and my vision became bleary. All I remember is being held. I looked up to the face above me. Ryan.

"We gotcha, we gotcha Gwen," is what he said with a smile. My head rolled forward and my eyelids dropped. I didn't know if I'd ever wake…

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