Scouter

Chapter 10- Fight

Hello i meant to update last night but i got caught up in some editing kinda got fun lol anyways enjoy my lovely Risers

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It might have been my imagination but as I entered the room a white light blinded me as if I had just found the exit of a dark tunnel. The shock of the possibly imaginary white light subsided revealing an even greater surprise. I stared in perplexity at the space before me. I wasn't sure what to expect but this sure wasn't it. The wall to my left was lined with books of all different shapes, sizes and colors that sat on thick brown shelves. Against the wall the shelves flanked a fairly average but comfortable looking bed. The wall to the right seemed emptier with a single six-drawer dresser, and a door at the farthest end. There wasn't a single whip, knife or poison in sight.

The boy pushed me further into to the room with his hand, startling me and causing me to stumble forward. I found my balance and righted myself. On the wall directly across from me there was nothing but a solitary white window displaying a scene of twinkling stars waltzing across the deep blue sky, crossing paths and switching partners as if rehearsed a million times. Despite the beautiful spectacle everything around me seemed disconcerting. My eyes darted around questioning everything. I began to scan the room for any exits, making sure to only use my eyes. There was no way out; the front door was too obvious, there would definitely be more fenders guarding it. The door at the far end might have been a good idea but I had no clue what lied behind it. The only other way out would be the window but at second glance I could see by the barely noticeable gray tint that I was specially made to not break so easily. My chest squeezed at the thought of being trapped; but couldn't fathom why my confinement and possible death bed looked like this.

"If they were going to kill me, why would it be in a place like this? Was this some convoluted trick to get whoever was brought here to feel safe and comfortable before being executed?"

I wanted to crawl out of my skin as the boy walked out from behind me and strode around the room before stopping in front of me. He stared straight into my eyes and I stared back trying to see if I could read his next move through his eyes. His eyes revealed nothing as if there was a barrier concealing every feeling that made a person human. I wondered if this adolescent, who looked as if he could be around my age, could really be the reason for my demise. I gathered up my will to speak and clenched my hands secured behind me.

"Who are you?" I asked, dripping acid from each word.

"Don't you think I should be asking you that?"

"It doesn't matter who I am so how about you just answer the question." I said defensively. He didn't say anything for a while, all he did was stare at me seemingly studying my face. I felt like I was somehow being violated as his eyes silently took in my every attribute. Then he finally spoke.

"Okay, if this is going to work, I think that it would be best if we get try to get along," He said. He backed up then straightened his back and held out his hand. "My name's Maice. What's yours?"

I looked at his outstretched hand then back at his face and scoffed. There was no way I was going to shake hand with the person who was involved with the execution in question. Might I add that even if I wanted to the idiot seemed to forget that my hands were still tied compliments of his own handiwork.

He sighed and ran his finger through his short, dark brown hair.

There was a moment of silence where we just stared at one another. I kept my gaze steady, willing myself not to blink. Just as my eyes were about to succumb to the temptation of blinking, he finally looked away with yet another sigh. I could tell I was irritating him, you could say irritation was one of my special talents actually. He looked at me again before he spoke.

"Look, I'm just trying to help you, so could you just..."

He took a step forward and I took another step back.

"Get. Away. From. Me."

"Just listen..." He said slowly and took yet another step forward and I once again took a step back.

"I said stay away."

"Hey..." He held out his hand and took two steps forward this time but I didn't back away.

"Damnit if you get any closer..."

He seemed to be encouraged by my lack of movement and took a couple more steps towards me.

"You asked for it."

On his fourth step my leg snapped to life and I swung aiming for his head. After years of practice I was able to make my kicks lightning fast so I was taken by surprise when his body dipped and my foot just grazed the tips of his hair. My hands were still tied, which meant punching was not an option, so I tried again this time aiming for his stomach. He jumped back and countered with a foot sweep. I hopped over it and stumbled a little. Before he could rise from his squatting position I brought my foot down but he rolled out of the way. I cursed under my breath.

"How did he keep dodging my attacks?"

I blinked twice to clear my head then took a deep breathe. Time for rapid fire. Left side, right leg, left leg, left arm, right side of the head, chest, right thigh, center stomach, he dodged each one but was unsteady for two seconds I took the opening. I swung my foot around his ankles, he didn't come down just yet so I quickly sent another kick right behind his knee. He fell face down but used his hand stop his head from making contact with the hard wood. I was on his side now, when he popped up it was too late because I already moved to his front and dropped to my back. I hissed as my bundled hand bent my spine, I ignored the dull pain and sent both my feet for his stomach. They made contact and he let out a low grunt. He bowed his head and clutched his stomach giving me a chance to send a final slow. I lifted my leg as high as it could go and drived it into his shoulder. He fell forward with a thud.

I panted as I stared down at his still body. I found it strange how not once did he try to attack instead he just dodged and tried to knock me guard. From the looks of it I could tell that the boy knew how to fight and yet he didn't, even though it was obvious that I was trying to hurt him. I shook my head, whatever his reason were had nothing to do with me. I pulled myself away from that thought process and focused on what was really important. I knew that the kick I had delivered had the potential to kill someone if not done right so I closed my eyes and listened for breathing. I sigh when I heard it, he was just unconscious, I didn't want to kill him I just wanted to get away and that's what I planned to do but first I had to get myself out of these ropes. I scanned the room for something that I could use to cut myself free when my eyes fell on the cylinder thing that Maize? Naise? Whatever the boy's name was, had on his belt. I rolled my shoulders then my neck as I tried to figure out what technique I was going to use to take it since I only had my feet. I looked up at the ceiling trying to get the ideas flowing.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a hand on my ankle, and before I could register what was going on it pulled up. My breath caught in my throat as air rushed past my cheek then my head hit the wood. Pain hammered it way through my head as the blackness consumed me.

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ok i have never been in a fight ever so the fight scene may not be the best but bear with me please anyways  comment, share, vote love you all my Risers