Badass Is What "They" Call Me.

Chapter Five.

Sorry people but this is the last chapter i had fully saved on my laptop :P Im still working on the 6th. Im not sure when ill get the chance to finish and post it but no worries it wont be long, since im officially on thanks giving break xD so ill have time ^^

I blew out the breath I had been holding in with a loud whoosh. I clenched my right fist while ducking a clumsy high kick from Ricky and rebounding with a good swing that connected to his side. My sensitive hearing picked up a crunch that came from a bone in his rib cage and I couldn’t help but smirk at the impact. Ricky grunted, I could tell that he was already wearing out from the dodges and lunges we were keeping up. Every now and then someone would slip up and blows would have contact. I was toning it down since I wanted a fair match at the least. I could hear the rest of the students in the background cheering the fight on, waiting for somebody to slip so that a winner could be named. It was Physical Ed. class and we were learning combat attacks. True, I couldn’t help but feel bad for the poor suckers that had to take a match with me in my game, I had adrenaline pumping that couldn’t be lesser of a use to me since I couldn’t go to my full extent with these mundies.

Ricky dropped and swiped his leg around trying to knock my legs out from under me, I allowed it and landed on my side. From the way the fall seemed Id have a bruise form on my left shoulder. Guess I’ll have to make one later. My opponents hand gripped my right ankle hauling me in as his other beefy hand clenched and started to rain punches down on my face. I dodged every one jerking my head out of the way every time I caught his shoulder muscle clench and release when he shot his fist forward. This time as he pulled his arm back for the next set of punches he allowed an amount of space between our bodies for me to bring up my left leg, plant my foot on his chest and shove him off. Ricky let out a growl as he landed on the cold floor hard, he quickly got back up on his feet and walked back onto the mat, his defense up. I could see the set of confusion lingering on facial expression as to why I wasn’t tiring out yet. I grinned at him. I always win... I picked up on his idea as soon as his calf muscles tensed and a glint came into his eyes.

Ricky was going to try to full out charge at me; he was slick with sweat that already had his shirt sticking to him like glue. I lifted a brow at his tactic. Like really? He charged at me thinking he could throw me off for an instant so he could catch me off balance and get a good knockout blow on me and take the title is what the determination in his eyes was saying, but the spit that drooped over the corner of his lips down his chin and the crease marks on his forehead showed that he wasn’t going to last long in the ring with me. I glanced up at the drool that refused to bounce back up to its cave in disgust and hoped that it didn’t end up in my hair, or worse my face. Spreading my legs a few inches giving the illusion of difficulty to the rest of the class I took on the weight Ricky was putting on me. With a small chuckle so silent that no human ear registered it, I pressed my palm into Ricky’s shoulder and used my other hand to grasp his left thigh muscle as I hoisted him up past my torso then shoulder then head, each time the people surrounding us gasped in surprise, and flipped Ricky behind me. Still having a hold on him, I allowed his weight to haul me over along with him, landing with one knee pressed to his abdomen and my other on the mat. I glared down at the foolish boy and I slowly started pressing down on his stomach with my knee. He was dizzy, out of focus and it seemed unfair for me to knock his lights out in this state. Slowly I began to put weight on my knee as it pressed more and more into his abdomen.

“Do it!” I hissed through clenched teeth. I wasn’t losing this match and the timer was almost to its brink, a tie was a lose in my book no matter what Coach Hughes said. I got a grunt and an agonizing moan out of Ricky. I pressed my knee in harder. “Now!” I spat leaning down to deathly glare at him for not doing as I say the first time. He lifted his hand slightly and then tapped out. Yes! My friends erupted into cheers as the ones that had been cheering for Ricky snickered and paid up their bet.

I got up with a huge grin on my face. I was unbeatable! Duhhh, my conscience replied in return. I stepped back allowing the losers friends to help him up to the nurse’s office as he grunted in every step he took while his rib cage protested. Everybody knew that after I was through with a match with anyone, whether it was Coach himself, they had to get checked out. I was soon rushed up by Klaus as he held his hand up and I gave him one of my good old high-fives, the booming crack as my skin clashed with his was so loud it had people in the hallways turning their heads in search for the cause. I laughed at the sharp intake of breath Klaus took as he lowered his throbbing red hand back down to his side.

“Man, I swear Rhine you so aren’t normal. I’ve never seen a girl take on Ricky’s 300 pound self and win!!” He emphasized the “win” like if it was that big of a deal. I’ve faced worse then what’s-his-face and came out without a broken nail.

I smirked up at him and said, “I’m not any girl..” I winked at Klaus causing him to smile all cocky at me while grabbing my wrist in his large hand and tugging me forward up against him. I raised an eyebrow delicately, knowing that his hormones were rising far past then needed. He stared into my eyes trying to figure me out like every human male from the dawn of time has and failed. I glanced around us and everybody else was paired off practicing while only a couple of egotistic girls shot me looks of envy at having Klaus already in my palm. I could manipulated mundane males with looks, “special” words, movement, and by a gaze. They were so full of themselves...

“Rival...” was whispered. My muscles locked into place and my mind blanked out. Jerking to the right, my body twisted in the direction it came from while my eyes closed. I felt a numb feeling pass over me and knew it was it , it was her.

Her hand closed over my forearm, the one that Klaus was still hanging onto. An electric jolt ran from her finger tips through my skin and I could feel a scream pile up in my throat but forced it to stay there without escaping, I wasn’t about to let her have the honor of seeing me give up to her gift so easily. Finally my eyes flickered open and glared up into black eyes that much resembled my own, those same pair of eyes twinkled at me in amusement at my distaste in seeing her.

Ellen... my conscience echoed the same time as the jolt of electricity turned into a full out lightning bolt crashing into my head. My eyes widened at the tearing of brain tissue, the way my blood leaked through my pores and how my scream rang freely from my vocals as the searing volts continued. It was a pain I never forgot, not in my nightmares, or when I saw a storm roll through the town and watch how lightening struck. “Stop...” I thought I said but could have only thought I had as a black tunnel started to enclose over my eyes, her giggle was the last thing I picked up.