Duck In The Battlefield

The Duck - Updated

© 2014 Elli Mea

Chapter 1

I could already feel my face start to swell as I tiredly spit out the blood that started to fill my mouth.

The violet haired girl struck me again, her fist colliding with my right cheek. I cringed at the thought of the purple and blotchy bruise that would stain my face . She punched me again and I stumbled backwards, everything turning bright white.

I blinked until the splashes of white in my visions disappeared and I saw everything normal. Unfortunately, I was too slow to dodge the lightning speed kick that landed onto my left rib.

In an instant I fell landing hard on my right shoulder. I instinctively curled myself up placing my hand on my injured rib and groaned at the contact when a sharp pain traveled through me.

The girl grabbed me by my shirt and turned me onto my back so I was now facing her. Her caramel eyes darkened with rage and amusement. Her lips curled in a satisfied smirk as she raised her fist out and slightly bent her knees for better impact.

Her violet brown hair whipped in the air as she flung forward. My eyelids were unable to stay open so I gave in and closed them. I mentally prepared myself for the hit. But it never came. Instead I heard shouting.

"Al, what are you doing? That's enough, You can't kill her," a guy yelled his voice echoing around the room.

There was a few seconds of silence where there was no noise other than my labored breathing. I finally found the strength to force my eyes open when I realized the girl was done with her attacks.

She stood over me, her arms pinned tightly to her side as she stared in disbelief and defiance at the doorway. I raised myself onto my elbows and slowly turned my head to see who she was looking at.

There at the doorway stood the guy I met earlier. And as crazy as I was, he looked good. I didn't get a good chance to really look at him earlier but even from this far he was handsome. He was dressed simply in a white jersey with blue sleeves that went up to his elbow, worn out jeans and sneakers.

I had to mentally lecture myself, This isn't the time to be checking guys out.

"Fine," she scoffed. She reached down and yanked me up by my shirt collar bringing my attention back to her.

"So are you going to answer my question honestly or do I have to really hurt you?" she whispered venomously.

"You mean to tell me that you weren't even trying before?" I asked sarcastically. My body wasn't as strong as my mind and it throbbed in pain. But I ignored it and stared back at Al in defiance.

And to think... I'm only in this position because five hours earlier I was tracking an important target.

I mimicked in my head, run, run, run, freeze, as I ran down the streets busy street.

I crouched down behind the car nearest to me. Passerby's stared and I signaled for them to look away and be silent. Just what I need, a bunch of gawkers.

I was just about to peek over the edge of the car but I stopped myself. I could feel his eyes scan his surrounding, I knew him that well. He was very meticulous, so I knew he'd be able to spot me.

I moved my hands horizontally across the front bumper of the car and lifted my body off the ground pressing my back and backpack against the car, making sure to lift my legs up to my chest and curl my head so my forehead rested on top of my knees.

I strained my mind as I made myself even smaller, Hoooold, hold, release. It was a little creepy how good my instincts were when it came to him, so I knew when he turned and started walking again.