Fallen Angels ((UNEDITED))

Chapter Six

"And then she said she can't believe
Genius only comes along
In storms of fabled foreign tongues
Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs
Northern downpour sends its love"
                              Panic! At The Disco, Pretty. Odd.
"Northern Downpour"

"On my mark we will attack." Said the man in charge of the attack on Peter Smith and Jackson Crowell. Yep, that's his last name, though Peter never knew that. "Take the boy alive." He paused as he read over his instructions. "The man, he can go either way. In other words, if he gets in the way of getting the boy, Peter Smith, kill him." He stated as he started to pace the room as he read.

The men who were wearing bulletproof vests and had pistols nodded solemnly. There was only about ten of them but they had backup if all did not go according to plan. It sounded like it should not be a difficult task, but that wouldn't be known as true or false until later.

"Yessir." They all said in unison, their voices a chorus of females and males, higher pitch and lower pitch.

"Good. I am expecting not to need backup." The leader said with a smile as he saw the soldiers exchange glances which wiped the smile off his face. They had all heard that Jack and Peter were fighters and would not give up easily. Even though there was just the two of them and they didn't have the same equipment as the people standing in a group talking strategic plans, they could still do an extreme amount of damage.

"Ready? I hope so." He holstered his pistol. "Okay. On my mark. One, two, three, now!" Shouted the General of the men. Out they ran, pistols in hand, off they went. Into battle, small or large, they did not know.

"Jack! They're coming!" Peter shouted, his voice was shrill for he was suddenly terrified at what was to happen. Jack didn't even look the least bit fazed. Almost like he was expecting to die.

"Go! I'll be right behind you." Jack answered, his voice sounding slightly sad. Peter nodded and held his bow, loaded, low. He leapt from the car and started running. Stay low, don't get shot, and for the love of God use your arrows sparingly. Peter thought as he ran, he shot at one of the soldiers. He shot the man in the upper thigh. His scream was blood curdling but the sneer on his face sent a shiver down Peter's spine, and suddenly Jack was beside him.

"Good shot." Peter nodded, out of breath, but continued running. Though the battle had only just begun the sound of the occasional gunshot was terrifying. Jack fell behind Peter, busy fighting one of the soldiers. Peter fired two more arrows, hitting one man in the shoulder area and another in the abdomen, he'd be dead soon.

It didn't take long for Peter's bow to be knocked from his hand. He gritted his teeth at the sharp pain in his wrist when it was kicked. The female soldier smiled as she kicked him off his feet.

"You froze." She laughed. "That makes this only a hundred times easier." She said as she poised her boot over his head, then pressed down a little.

"You think you're so great." Jack said as he walked up from behind. "Don't you know not to let your guard down?" He said as he kicked her off of her feet and helped Peter to his. "You okay?" Peter nodded quickly as he picked up his bow, loaded, and shot the woman in the upper knee. He smiled as he yanked his arrow out; blood splattered across his face as she let out a cry.

Peter turned to say something but found that Jack was already off fighting someone already. He sighed as he turned around, trying to keep an eye on his surroundings. Too bad for no eyes in the back of the head. That would be so helpful in this situation.