Generations

Chapter 20: Shot in the Dark

Chapter 20: Shot in the Dark

Darkness swept around Brandon, and before he could react, he found himself thrown off his feet, his back slamming into the wall behind him, and his pistol falling out of his reach. He narrowly ducked a blast of dark energy. He knew he had to do something, he wasn’t good in direct combat, his ability to manipulate the space around them while powerful, was quite slow. He looked on, trying to back away, to put some distance between them, but that did little good as a wave of darkness shot out at him. He looked for any opening, but found himself overwhelmed, no escape possible as the wave crashed into him, embracing him, and unleashing the fury of darkness all throughout his body.

Trey looked on, and got back up, refused to be beaten so easily. He knew the plan, be a distraction for long enough while evading with his speed so Brandon could capture the first Nightwing they saw, but he didn’t think he’d have to fight quite like that. But now he did, he wasn’t a coward (despite his heart telling him otherwise) so he ran at the Nightwing, finding the gun in his own pocket and ran at this Nightwing. He pulled it out, seeing his foe had his back turned. He felt kind of bad shooting someone from behind, but the look of his dad on the ground, wrapped in chains of darkness, he knew it had to be done.

He raised the pistol, took aim for the middle of the Nightwing’s back. He knew he wasn’t a good shot, this week was the first time he even held a gun, much less shoot one. It felt heavier than he thought it would, like the weight of death hung over him, and once fired, that weight would never leave his hand.

He fired, the echoing of the bullet racing out of the barrel of the gun resounding all throughout the halls, the intense sound deafening him. He closed his eyes as he saw the bullet leave, not wanting to see it hit, not wanting to see death that close to him.

He expected to hear something, a cry of pain, a yelp, or if he missed, the sound of the bullet colliding into the wall, but seconds passed, and nothing. He opened his eyes, wondering, fearing what he’d see. But as he did so, he only saw the Nightwing staring at him.

“Scared?”

He froze.

He wanted to run, wanted to fight, wanting to disappear.

But he did none of these.

“Tell me kid, what is it like to see your family killed right in front of you? To face an enemy so powerful, that you can’t do anything, only watch, and wish you’d be stronger? It’s hard isn’t it? It makes you want to get stronger though. You’d be surprised how badly you want to kill someone when you saw them kill your mom. Nothing personal, but I’m going to have to show you what that’s like.”

Trey jumped as he saw a wave of blackness shoot at him, he wasn’t sure that he even saw it, but knew it was coming. He couldn’t allow himself to just cower in fear now. He ran at this Nightwing again, harnessing his powers to slow the world around him as much as possible. He’d need everything he had if he were to win, and as saw, losing was not an option. He threw another punch, hitting his foe, and followed it up with another, taking out all his anger, unleashing all his rage, on the Nightwing that would dare hurt his family. He could feel some bones cracking, he felt some blood splash on his face, but didn’t care, and didn’t flinch as he normally would. This was war, and one way or another, he found himself caught up in it. And so, he would fight.

The Nightwing tried jumping back, but he was too slow, Trey rocketed up at him, grabbing his chest with a death grip, despite the fact that he was a foot shorter, and probably a hundred pounds lighter. He then slammed the Nightwing into the ground below; sure he had to have made an indent in the floor. But he didn’t let up there, he brought his fist back again, growling at the foe he had flung beneath him. And then he let loose a punch with all the force he could into that cocky grin.