Duck Drama

Chapter 51- Athena

ZEHRA POV

My eyes flashed blue and my hand lit up. Matt saw me first and ducked just as I threw a blue fire ball in their direction.

"Damn." Emma snarled, she dodged my shot and fell backwards, she glanced up quickly at me, smirked, the rolled quickly away from me before shooting up to her feet.

"Never-" I began, and tossed another fire ball. She dodged it yet again, but she stumbled a bit, her smirk fading from her face turned to a scowl. "Touch my little brother, ever again!" I shouted and threw multiple fire balls at her.

Matt crouched down and came to stand behind me. He held on tightly to my waist.

He was trembling uncontrollably and was crying silently.

That made me even more angry. Not at him, or myself, but at Emma.

"You bitch!" I snarl at her.

"What's up, Zeza?" Emma taunted.

A low growl escaped Matt's throat. Nobody calls me Zeza except him.

"Long time no see." She continued and yanked out the gun from her jacket and fired multiple rounds at us.

I shoved Matt aside and used my power to create a force field around him while I ran right at her.

I forced her to the ground and we wrestled, rolling over leaves, mud, and twigs.

"You are gonna die." I snarl at her and I pulled at her hair.

She yelped but used her fist to punch my bill.

Hard.

I screamed as pain erupted from my face and I saw dots exploded in my eyes.

She pushed me off her and I graveled at the ground, coughing up blood and tasting mud.

She loomed over me and as I glared up at her she pointed her gun right between my eyes.

"I always was the better fighter." Emma boasted as she cocked her gun.

Out of the corner of my eye Matt was pounding hard on the force filled I had made for him. He was screaming trying to get our attention but the force filled canceled out every sound he made.

I couldn't keep the force field up. I felt my power start to drain, and so did the force field making Matt free to run towards us.

He spread his arms as he came to a halt in between us, making the gun transit on him instead.

"Don't -. Please, Emma." Matt begged.

Emma blinked and I stared at him in dismay.

Where was the bad ass Matt that killed Liam in cold blood?

Why was he even talking to Emma?

He should be tearing at her throat right now. Bleeding her dry of all the pain and hurt that her family had put us through over the years when we drifted apart...

"Hasn't there been even bloodshed already? Enough pain, misery, and sadness?" He asked.

Emma snorted.

"Why bother even trying? You can't stop any of that -. Or what's coming." She told us.

"What do you mean by that?" Matt asked.

Emma stared at him for a long time before slowly looking at me, then, out her gun back in her jacket before sighing deeply.

Matt breathed a sigh of relief but I didn't let my guard up. My power was completely drained, if this was some sort of trick or trap I wouldn't be able to protect Matt...