We Were Best Friends....

The Fight

We Were Best Friends....

Chapter Six

The Fight

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                Hanna fought hard, just as she had when we were children playing with wooden swords. Even though I was a small, timid girl at the time, I was always up for learning out to use a sword, hence my advanced fighting skills.

                Our swords clanged against each other in harmony, both of us trying to find another’s weakness. Almost nothing could stop us in this feud against each other until one when down failed and the other victorious.

                Hanna swung at my legs, causing me to jump in response to where I made an attack of my own, trying to hit her over the head, which she blocked. It was almost as if she could read my mind, giving me a harder time than I had with other targets.

                Some of my targets had been born to fight, carrying their own weapons as well as I had done. Those who carried weapons were usually skilled in the martial arts or at least sword fighting.

                Finally, I was able to hit Hanna’s hand, making her drop her sword. But, instead of begging for mercy or diving for the sword like others had done, she lunged at me. This caused me to drop my beloved katana, leaving to do hand to hand combat with Hanna. I rolled on the ground with her for a moment, regaining my balance. Finally, recovering from the fall, I jumped to my feet, and Hanna did the same.

                “Stand down, Hanna. You don’t want me to call backup.”

                She smiled. “Stand down? My dear, Riley, it is you who must stand down. Weren’t we best friends? Come here Riley; let me explain my actions to you.” She held out her hand, almost as if she was offering herself up on a silver platter, which confused me. None of my targets gave up that easily.

                Hesitantly, I reached for her hand, almost afraid of what was going to happen.

                Hanna grabbed my wrist, her smile growing even broader. Pulling me, she threw me over her shoulder, expecting me not to expect anything at all. But, I had seen it coming. Landing on my feet, I made a counter attack, pulling Hanna around to face me.

                “If you’re going to trick me, make it a bit more subtle. Though, being subtle was never your strong point,” I spat at her. Pulling my fist back, I punched the girl I had once called my best friend. She let out a hurt cry, muttering something I couldn’t understand. She glared at me and grabbed my head, slamming it against hers just hard enough so I would let my left hand uncurl from her cardigan.

                She back flipped, almost hitting me in the process. But, I backed away just in time to miss her foot flying through the air right in front of my face. She stuck the landing, ready for my next attack, but I had none at the moment. After a second, she started smirking again.

                Hanna lifted her wrist, and pressed a button on her watch. “Home base, I’ve made my presence known to our target. Code four, I repeat, Code four.”

                I cocked my head to the side, wondering what she was talking about. Then, suddenly, my name was being called from behind me.

                “Looks like you should go see your little boyfriend, Riley, he’s getting worried,” Hanna smirked. “But don’t forget: I’ll be watching you.”

                “Riley!” I turned my head to see Adrian running toward me, his face flushed.

                “Adrian!” I called. I turned back to find that Hanna was gone, leaving me standing alone in the cold. Finally, I walked over to a frazzled looking Adrian.

                “I tried calling you, but your phone sent me to voice mail.”

                “What?” I asked, checking my phone. My phone screen was black when I opened it, meaning it turned off. I hadn’t turned my phone off, which confused me. When I turned it on, there were ten missed calls, all from Adrian.

                “I tried calling you, but I was sent to voice mail as well,” I told him.

                Adrian hadn’t turned off his phone, which meant someone must’ve messed with our phones, but I was too overwhelmed to even think of a reason for it. Instead, half an hour later, Adrian drove me home, which was a good forty-five minute drive from the school to the suburbs, where we lived.

                Eventually, after those minutes dragged by, we finally reached my house, where I hopped out of the car and ran inside. Inside, I changed into stretchy shorts and a tank top and slid under the covers. In less than two minutes, I was dead to the world.

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