FairyTail: Beauty And The Beast (GaLe)

Chapter 13

Gajeel's hands were shaking and he could no longer see straight, he was way past the point of being furious. He always assumed that if he was ever put in this position, he would have a clear mind with a single thought, saving the person, but right now his mind was a savage jumble of emotions and ideas.

He relied on his instincts and was surprised to see how animalistic he became, like a dragon who's princess was snatched away by an evil counterpart.

He instantly spotted the small, rusty old metal shed that was nestled between the rocks and trees. He knew he wouldn't have noticed it if he didn't know exactly what he was looking for, so he sent a quick thanks up to whoever was watching him.

Without a moments hesitation or thought, he kicked the shed's door down, barely phased by the dust or noise.

He stormed in and instantly spotted his girlfriend, Levy was trembling in the grasp of a ginger haired man. He had his fingers wrapped around her chin and a sick smirk spread across his face.

He turned slowly and grinned at Gajeel before tossing Levy aside like a ragdoll. He gave Gajeel a cool smirk before pulling something out of his back pocket.

Gajeel heard Levy scream a warning but her hoarse cry was drained out by the sound of gunfire.

Relying on only instinct and adrenaline, Gajeel threw himself to the side, knowing he wouldn't be able to avoid the bullet but he could avoid it hitting a vital spot.

He felt searing hot pain as the bullet buried itself into his left shoulder.  He grunted and clutched the shoulder with his good arm, "Bastard." he spat, feeling his warm blood seep through his shirt.

The man laughed, "You can call me Droy."
Gajeel smirked, "Well at least now I know the name of the person I'm gonna end."
Droy threw his head back and laughed, "What does she see in an arrogant prick like you."

Gajeel ignored the pain in his shoulder and stood upright, "Better an arrogant prick than bat shit crazy, I always say."

Gajeel looked at Levy properly for the first time since he had gotten there. She was attempting to stand up, her wrists were red and scraped open and she had a dark bruise developing on her cheek. Her lip was cut and her eyes were wide opened and filled with a mixture of pure terror and concern. She was pale and her cheeks had tear stains.

Gajeel instantly lost the little bit of self control he had managed to keep. He charged at Droy and paid careful attention to the gun that was now aimed at him, he heard a shot being fired and easily dodged, knowing exactly where the bullet was headed.

Gajeel had trained with his father at the military base since he was ten, so he learned how to predict where the bullet would hit by simply watching where the gun was pointed and assuming the right angles. This was the first time he actually put his training to the test, so he was pretty impressed with himself. 

He smirked at Droy's surprised expression but didn't give him enough time to recover before crushing his fist into the man's face, feeling Droy's nose crunch with the connection.

Droy staggered back and cussed, holding his now bleeding nose. Gajeel stepped forward and struck another punch. To his surprise, Droy dodged and hit him with an uppercut, causing Gajeel's head to snap up.

Gajeel was then tackled to the floor, groaning when his head hit the ground with a sicking crack. Droy punched him again, and Gajeel tasted blood in his mouth, the bitter copper taste snapping him back into reality.

He headbutted Droy with all the power he could muster and ignored the white spots that clouded his vision for a moment.

Both men used the moment of confusion and pain to stand up. Gajeel glared at Droy with heated anger and Droy glared back with pure hatred.