Underground Hatred - My Hero Origins (MHO)

31: True Form

Word Count: 1826

TW: Blood, Brutality, Choking 

(Kat)

 Kat's hand gripped Davis's arm with an iron fist, her body hiding slightly behind his lanky body. Fear danced through her amber eyes while her lungs collapsed. Adrenaline kicked through her system, relieving the throbbing in the back of her head for a brief moment; but there was a greater danger ahead.

One of the two masked people at the door aimed their gun directly to Kat and Davis, the other's eyes glancing around the place anxiously. They easily towered over Kat, almost to the height of Davis. The one peering around nudged their compatriot then turned their attention to Kat and Davis. "On the ground—the both of you!"

Kat glanced up to Davis, finding him to be just as frozen as her. Though, her back straightened, a new type of fearlessness coursing through her system. The rest of her body came out from behind Davis as she hissed, "No; get the fuck outta my house or we're gonna have an issue."

The one who kept the gun aimed towards the two young adults snickered under their breath. The one that originally spoke cocked their head to the side, their low voice saying, "You're getting feisty. This'll make things fun, won't it?"

The intruder that spoke for the two started their way towards Kat and Davis, pistol swinging at their side. Their strides were so long that, as Kat looked to Davis for some backup, they were already upon the two. Kat's arm that was growing to ache less and less as the days passed was snatched in the exact spot where the bullet grazed her. She cried out at the pain but found herself ripped away from Davis and coming closer to the intruder. The blinding pain danced white sparkles in her eyes, the searing hot stabs enough to knock her brain off course. The world spun beneath her feet, but her knees buckled when the intruder was forced away from her.

Kat landed on the floor on her bad arm, sparking even more pain than before. Her entire body collided with the ground without the proper support. Her jostled head jabbed with the concussion, repeatedly impaling her brain. Teeth gritted, she attempted to see through her ever-growing white vision: Davis was wrestling with the second intruder above, but who was winning, Kat had no clue. She struggled to get to a sitting position, her conscious calling out to Davis.
I'm gonna help, she told Davis, repeating the same line over and over again; but the monologue turned into encouraging herself. I gotta get up. Get up! Why aren't you getting up?

The hood of Kat's sweatshirt yanked her upwards, choking her throat. A strange noise came from her mouth at the stop of air flow. Her fingers clawed at the found tension, but at her feet, she was met face to face with the original intruder she was dealing with. Their dark eyes glowered her way, a sneer covering their lips. They brought her closer to them with the force of her hood.

"Let's watch your little friend get the shit beat outta him," the person seethed at Kat. Their breath was filled with cigarettes and coffee, teeth yellowed in the mouth. "And then maybe we can cooperate."

Kat's hood was twisted, forcing her to spin around. A squeak came from her throat, her back forced against the intruder now behind her. The pain of her arm allowed it to hang there limply, not much help to her cause. She wished to kick and scream, but her swimming head disabled any chance of fighting back.

The instant Kat laid eyes on Davis's collapsed body, she watched him get kicked in the stomach: hard. Her face winced as she watched Davis writhe in a fetal position. Gasps for air gaped his mouth like a fish out of water. His red visor was knocked off his face, nowhere in sight, but his nose was growing purple along with his left cheekbone, blood spilling from a nostril. He laid there, defenseless, as the second intruder picked the chest to kick next, reeling back and laying their foot there. An odd wheeze left Davis's lungs: no more air remained in his lungs, seen in his wide indigo eyes.