Adopt a Yognaught

Chapter 13

{Simon's POV}

My head hurt. My vision was slightly blurry, and I didn't have my glasses. I blinked a few times and tried to look around. 

I saw figures around the room, like they were fighting. I saw my glasses a little ways away, and put them on. After blinking a few more times, I could finally see the scene around me. 

I was laying on the floor, and the man that we suspected was trying to fight off Lewis and Duncan. I put a hand to the side of my head, and felt a lump. That was where the man had hit me. I slowly stood up, a large headache forming. 

Ignoring that, I got up and registered that there was other sounds besides the three men fighting. There was banging nearby, and movement upstairs. I look around to notice that Martyn and Hannah were banging on the front door. I look towards the stairs, but I see nothing that could cause the movement. Then I remembered that Candie was here, and upstairs. 

Before I could run up the stairs, someone grabs me from behind. 

"Oh, your not going anywhere, sir." The man, possible Harry, hissed. 

Then something hit him, and I was free from his grasp. 

"Don't touch my best friend," Lewis says in a dark voice that even scares me. I nod to him, and the man stands up, the bat in his hand. 

Duncan attempts at kicking his shins, but the man swings the bat and it collides with Duncan's face. He groans and backs away, a hand cupping his nose. I could see a stream of blood come from under his hand. 

The man laughs, and looks at me and Lewis. We both hold nothing, and the man before us has a bat. He lifts his foot up and kicks Lewis in the stomach, knocking him back. The man lifts the bat and swings at me again, and I find myself with a sore cheek and a pounding head. 

With all three of us at bay, the man walks towards the door where Martyn and Hannah are, opens it, and pulls them in. He locks the door behind them, and then swung a hit at Martyn. He ends up on his back, with an eye that might be bruised next morning. He kicks Hannah in the ribs, and Lewis quickly comes over and seems to protect her. 

There's a crash to my right, and I snap my head towards it. I see Candie there, laying on the stairs groaning. I then realize she might have fallen down the stairs. I crawl over to her, and she looks up at me, relief flooding her features. I notice her ankle is in an odd position, and notice that there are bruises all over her face and arms. Not all that could be from the stairs. I turn around and glare at the man, and stand up. He was not going to get away with this.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Duncan get up, his nose in an odd shape, and pull something from his jacket. It was his machete. I stiftled a chuckle, and nod at him. 

The man was currently laughing at Lewis and Hannah, and raised the bat to hit either one of them. Duncan stood up, the machete in hand, and was about to hit when the man turns around and smacks the bat on his head. Duncan dropped the machete and put a hand to his head, which I noticed started to bleed. 

The man laughs again and picks up the machete. He looks at me, and something I can only describe as madness gleams in his eyes. 

Martyn stands up behind him, holding a chess board that seems thick enough. He hits the man with it, who stumbles, but keeps the machete tight in his grasp. The man, kneeling on the floor, swings around and slices Martyn's leg with the machete. Martyn cries out and sits down on the floor, holding onto his leg as the blood leaks to the floor. The man raised the bat he has and swings it down hard on Martyn's head. The blonde is knocked out. 

The man looks to the rest of us, machete in one hand, bat in the other. Duncan makes his move again, and kicks the man in the back of the leg. He was on the ground again, but stood up, and pushed the blonde into the wall. The man's hand was on Duncan's throat, and that's when I got involved. 

I stood up, got a barstool from the kitchen, and hit it over the man's head. The man grunted and let Duncan fall to the floor, gasping. 

The man takes the other end of the chair, and starts to tug on it. We fight over it, but I'm not as fit as he is. He takes the chair from my grasp, but the sudden force at which he got it made it fly out of his hands and hit a bookshelf. The bookshelf fell and landed on Duncan's legs, pinning him to the ground. He grunts, but doesn't say anything. 

The man looks at me and swings the bat at me again. It hits me on the other side of my head, and makes me stumble backwards, onto the floor. 

He looks from his machete, then to Lewis and Hannah.

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{Candie's POV}

I could hear a scuffle downstairs. I didn't know what happening, and it took me a while to figure out what to do. I didn't have any weapons, but I can't fight with this ankle anyways. 

I heard groaning, and bit my lip. What was going on? Well, I'm guessing that a fight is what's going on.....

I looked down at the steep staircase. 

"Okay, Candie, this is what your going to do," I started to murmur to myself. "Your going to take it nice and slow," I took a cautious step with my good foot on the stair. "Good, good. Now, put your other foot on the same stair," I put my broken ankle on the other stair, biting my lip to keep from screaming. 

"Great, Candie. You can do this," I said to myself. I took another step in the same process, then another. Just as I was about to take another step, my bad ankle stepped on something that was on the stairs. My ankle jutted to the side, and I screamed as I fell down the stairs. I was tossed and turned, until I finally hit a wall. My ankle was screaming, and I was on the verge of crying from the pain. I stayed still, my arms and legs sore, my ankle burning. After a few seconds, I looked up, and saw Simon. The relief I felt overpowered the pain, and managed to smile. 

His facial expression suddenly turn to anger, and he stood up. I could hear tumbling nearby, then a door open. 

I felt the breeze of outside, and was reminded of the cold room. That's when I noticed that my fingertips just looked slightly black. Hypothermia. I felt panic rise, and shoved my hands into my armpits to keep warm. I looked down at my feet, but I remembered I was wearing shoes. Thank god. 

I attempt at crawling closer, to see what was happening. I manage to get a peek out from behind the wall that seperates the stairs from the living room. 

I see Duncan pinned under a bookcase, Martyn bleeding from his leg and knocked out, Hannah and Lewis huddled on the floor of the living room, and Simon being knocked away by the man. How did he manage to do all this?

I see him laugh, then look at his machete. He turns his head toward Lewis and Hannah, and takes a step towards them.