The Twelve Year Old Thief

The Twelve Year Old Thief (11)

A/N:  Hey guys I decided to write some more for you!  Enjoy <33 [=

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My heart rate doubled in speed.  All of the sleepiness washed away from me instantly.  My hands were trembling from my fear.  My eyes were wide in surprise.

They were back.

I screamed as one of the men began to fall onto me.  I wasn't sure which one because he was dressed in a black body suit, head covered and all.  Almost like a black Spiderman, I mused.  No, this isn't the time for that.  He released a huge net and it fell on top of Lucas and I.  Not even a quarter of a second later he crushed me under his weight.  I gasped for air.  His elbow was pushed into my neck.  Were they trying to kill me?!

I used all of the energy I still had and kicked the man in the gut.  He rolled over and I took the chance to slap him hard on his right cheek.  Then I stood on his pelvis and stepped on his face.  He groaned loudly and I knew I had done my job.

I looked over to Luke to see he was struggling to get a much larger man off of him.  I kicked the guy's butt (literally) as hard as I could with my heel.  He didn't do much but grunt, so I kicked his head.  That made him shriek like a little girl-like myself- and try scramble away on his hands and knees.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, fine," Lucas replied, breathing heavily.

"Hey, buddy," I called to the man I had previously beaten up.  "Where are your little friends?"  And by little friends, I mean big friends.

"I-I can't te-tell you," he mumbled.  If he wants to play the hard game, fine.  Let me go grab my baseball bat.

"Dude, that's not what I asked."  I pulled at the little hole at his mouth and dragged him up, aiming to punch with my left hand.  "Where are your friends?!"

"Th-they split up.  S-so we c-could find you q-quick-icker.  The clo-osest group is i-in the f-f-forest.  P-please let me go!"  HA!  I'm twelve and I could make him stutter like a four year old.  Yeah, I'm good.

"Thanks."  I slammed his head back against the ground and he clutched it, rolling onto his stomach.  The first attack was obviously a weaker group.

"Luke, if you're okay, we have some  business to take care of."

"I'm fine," he stated and stood up, holding his rib cage.

"Are you sure you're fine?  You don't look so hot."  I examined his stance.  Not good, not good at all.

"Gee, thanks," he replied sarcastically.  He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, be honest, you don't!"

"Yeah, whatever."

"You aren't well enough to travel.  I'll knock these guys out."

"Hey, I'm the man here.  I can do that myself!"

"Yeah, sure you are.  What a man.  My hero."

"Shut up," he mumbled.  Sitting back down, he started grumbling to himself about how he was 'tough' and 'not a wimp' and some other crazy stuff.

I went back to my guy and kicked his head again.  Hard.  I shook him, but he made no movement or sound.  I dropped him, satisfied that he was completely out of it.  I walked over to the other guy.

"Howdy, partner," I chucked.  "You may encounter slight dizziness, loss of balance, and most likely unconciousness."  I punched his gut and smacked his head against the tree.  "Night night."

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So it's a little short, but I just updated a few days ago.  I just felt like writing!  I hope you liked this chapter.  Please comment, vote and fan!! =)