TARGET FOR DEMISE

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"Again?"

Rachael blushed guiltily as she stared at her book.

"Please Carl." She pleaded as she stared impatiently at the incoming dilemma about to befall her little miracle, "I cant fight this alone."

Carl sighed and Rachael put a spell on him changing his old wise man appearance to a younger more intimidating build of muscle.

"Isn't this over doing it?" Carl asked as a black van rounded a corner to the street Crystal was walking on to school.

Rachael stood to her feet and took a glance at him. she did a double take. Carl looked fierce.

She sighed, "This will have to do. There is not much time."

She quickly brought them to the scene.

Crystal's leg had recovered well after months of rehab. It was a shame she couldn't save the leg in the accident. Although a lie on what really happened to her over the months, the accident was pretty real. The surgeries she went through and the new titanium rod acting as her new femur was real. She couldn't fix everything. Right at the moment, as always, danger was lurking around Crystal's calm. She had stopped accidents involving open manholes and accidental shoves on the streets that would have landed her through stairwells. Now it was the black van that had been tailing her for the past three weeks.

Carl was in position inside the van. It took a while before his eyes adjusted to the dark. His eyes caught the shine of the hand guns secured in the waist band of their jeans. His eyes moved up to the faces of these people and he cursed.

"Well damn," he cursed and all eyes turned to him. It was a freaking gang this time. Not some open man hole that he could screw to the ground or simple opposite shove to get he back to balance but this time he was face to face with actual people. Humans at that, who wanted to harm the poor girl.

Fate was never fair.

"What is the matter, Ed?" He was asked by the guy on his left and he snickered.

Ed? His name was Ed?

"Nothing," he cleared his throat. His eyes focussed on an old white lady that appeared out of no where right infront of the speeding van. His eyes gaped and he yelled slapping the guys around him with his hands.

"What the heck is your problem?" The driver asked turning to face him. The thud was loud. Everyone froze.

"Aw, shit." The driver cursed taking his head out of the window to see what he hit.

"An old lady." He muttered annoyed. He looked to the street and people had started to gather. The target no longer in site. He reversed the vehicle and took a sharp turn to move backwards just as his comrades asked.

"What about the girl?"

The driver shrugged rubbing his head in frustration, "She is not worth the trouble. This was a hit and run. The police will be digging too close to home."

Carl, in this case Ed, turned in time to see the old lady being loaded into the ambulance. He turned back and he was in the office again sitting across Rachael who had an ice pack to her head and an arm sling.

"What the heck, Rachael? What happened to you?" he asked. She waved him off with her good hand.

"Collateral damage." She muttered, "I never imagined it would hurt this much."

Carl finally put the pieces together and he laughed, "You are crazy!!"

"Why did you need me there?" he asked.