When three new students come to Y/N school she quickly makes friends with them but the boy, Chris is he maybe something more ? Y/N has a bad past with the Afton Family and Chris try's his best to keep there name a secret from the girl he loves. Bit...
One dealt with, If I can do one I can do anyone that comes in my way, anyone who wants to get in the way of my... my family. Anyone. I skit around more shipping containers. As I'd left that creep I'd taken a quick sweep around the area. On the other side of the room was another door, I suppose it could lead closer to Chris, hence my plan was to get there and check the next room out. 'Supposing the nightmares and others are in here, they must be further away, it's too silent for there to be almost 13 animatronics roaming around.' I peer around a container, catching sight of a lot of men and two women. They were stood in a semi circle around someone on the floor, that someone wasn't identifiable to me however, they were blocking my view. The person was crying and sounded feminine and so I assumed her to be a girl.
"If we wanted to take down the Aftons, why have we got this girl. Didn't she bully the girl toy?" A man with a crappy buzz cut says crouching down, allowing me to see the girl tied up in the centre.
"Yeah, but the girl will save anyone she knows lives" the girl... The girl tied up in the middle was Alysa. Why! why are other people getting involved! I grit my teeth and look at the gun. I need to get Alysa out of here. I refuse to kill anyone so legs should do. If I aim precisely i will hit them and make them unable to walk for a while without causing permanent damage. All I need to do is get Alysa into a position where she can run and get out, then I can carry on looking for-
"Incoming" A voice says. Directly. Behind me. I spin around, the gun in my hand making contact with the males temple he staggers but does not collapse unconscious. I thought the temple was a pressure point! never mind, Ill make up a plan... G??
I drop to the ground and sweep my leg out then spin. I knock the back of his knees making him fall forwards. I roll backwards and grab his hair then slam his head onto the floor. Please don't do too much damage. I stand glaring at the other men, weighing them up. There were two that made me aware of the situation. I had always been relatively good at fighting, I never fought but I was naturally good at it. Probably from my dad. One was a middle aged man with defined muscles and a sharp jaw line. He was covered head to toe in tattoos, I recognise several to be gang signs or mottos. There's a high possibly he knows how to fight really well. The other was a woman, it wasn't as such she radiated 'I know how to fight' or that she looked toughened, it was the fact she had knives and nun chucks. Alysa was staring at me, her eyes widened in fear, and also slight relief.
"Why rope people who aren't at all involved with the Afton family?" I say, dodging as a smaller female launches herself at me, I spin, Grabbing her wrists and pinning them behind her back the throw her to the floor and shoot her leg. She screams out in agonising pain. I'm sorry. But you messed with the wrong people. Where are the Aftons or the nightmares? I could use some help.
"You fight and dodge very efficiently, you must be taught" The female with black hair styled into a wolf cut and wearing joggers with a frilly white top. She swings the nun chucks around in her hand. Another male charges at me, dodging and I attempt to punch him, This man has quick reflexes. Another man grabs me from behind and I grunt. There was one time I watched a crime documentary with Eli and Chris. There was this one move a guy had done when he was in a similar hold. Can I do it? I have to. I bend my knees and launch myself into the air, twisting and kicking the man holding me in the ribs. A sickening crack resonates around the room making me internally cringe.
"I am self taught" I reply and I throw myself backwards onto my hands, kicking the second man in the jaw as he reaches out to grab me. The back of my sneaker connects with his chin, knocking him back and making him bleed from the mouth. I land back on my feet.
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(I couldn't describe it that well but that | is kind of what I mean, its a back walk over btw)
"Self taught huh?" She muses with a sick grin. I wipe sweat off of my head. "You sure like to show off" Her laugh that she then proceeds to do made me shiver. She wasn't just a villain, She was mental.
"Your mental" I reply, staring her in the eyes, They were definitely not the eyes of a sane person, the hatred and passion to inflict pain that was behind them made me sick to the stomach. All at once several men charge at me. Fuck this, I dodge past one, narrowly missing a fist in the nose. Bending backwards I avoid a wooden baton hitting my ribs. I shoot the gun randomly. Hitting one man in the stomach. Hopefully that didn't hit anything vital. A few of the men stood in shock, probably surprised at the fact I was actually brave enough to shoot.
"You don't 'ave a good aim, ya just shooting' randomly, ya might hit someone you don't wanna" The tattooed man smirks from the background.
"Yeah, you try aiming a gun when you have seven-ish men attacking you" I retort, Grunting as a ginger haired man strikes me with a wooden baton. I grip my side where it had hit, I spin, sending a round house kick to his face and sending him flying. My side burns, Possibly a broken rib or some shit. Ouch, I hiss in pain. There's a thundering sound, metal on metal. Scraping, grumbling. The tattooed man takes advantage of me being distracted and grabs me, slamming me into the floor. Alysa lets out a muffled scream that I can only assume to be my name. I struggle under the mans strong grip, attempting to escape and grab my gun which had been knocked from my grip when he'd thrown me to the ground. It now lay a few feet away on the floor.
"Your a cocky little bitch" He scowls and I chuckle darkly.
"Where are you keeping Chris and where's Roy? Where are the rest of the Aftons and the other robots" I question. He does not respond, instead he slams my head against the floor harshly. I yelp out in pain.
"Ha, not so hard now, huh beautiful?" I muses in my ear. I shiver in disgust. The scraping metal was now behind me, it was thundering, whatever it was it was big. The weight of the tattooed man disappears off of my back as whatever animatronic it was rips him off of me. I smirk.
I am very sorry for the slow update, I am having terrible problems that I wont bore you with right now. I will try to update semi-regularly from now on though
