The Chosen Few

Unplanned Battle

"What's a good way to say, hmm, what's the word? No." And I thought I could be sarcastic. Bedhead seemed ten times more than I am. I ran at him, with the sword pointed like a lance. My feet lifted off of the ground, and my wings carried me a few upwards. I was now flying at him rather than running, but he didn't seem intimidated at all. He looked at me with that nasty grin again, and uttered the word "oops!" And began to pull the trigger. Then he stopped. Along with everything else. People stopped moving, Vanessa's lips stopped quivering, and most importantly the trigger was only halfway pulled until the shot would be fired. I put my feet on the ground to stop my flying, but fell and rolled a couple feet. I'd consider that a pretty good landing for someone who learned how to fly seven seconds ago. I simply walked over to him, his face still locked in the grin, and plucked the gun from his hands. Since Vanessa was no longer in danger, time "unfroze" and I pointed the gun above Bedhead.

The bullet hit the ceiling, causing it to collapse on him. I pushed Vanessa out of the way and into the safety of her friends, and readied myself for Bedhead, probably even more enraged that I had dropped loads of plaster on him. He got up, shook off the remaining debris, and sprung for me. I flew upwards, allowing him to catch my leg with another purple orb. With his free hand, he pulled out his other gun and pointed it at me. "Here, I got you a present!" He fired the gun, but I deflected it with some sort of shield. It had come out of the armor on my gloves and absorbed the bullet. Given that he was making sly remarks, I responded with "Oh no! I already have this one! Here you go!" I squeezed my hands into fists expecting the bullet to be pushed out of the shield. Surprisingly, it did and hit Bedhead right in the chest. He put his hand over his wound and dropped me from the orb. He collapsed into a portal of some kind, the same color as the orbs he used against me. He fell into it, all while screaming about his master. As far as I knew, the devil didn't have a master. This lead me to believe it wasn't him after all, and maybe just a henchman or something to that degree. Merely a few seconds after he vanished into the portal, my armor disappeared and I was wearing my normal school uniform again. I looked back at Greg and Miguel. All I could say was laugh and say "Did you see that?!" They nodded in agreement.