Howling Badboy

Slow Motion Attack

Oh. Shitzle.

I turned and saw, of course, the geek escaped. I mean that's what I wanted, but leaving me to die...not cool. But then again he is a geek.

Jockie's fist seemed to move in slow motion straight toward my face. Kinda like those movies where the bad butt character does a amazing stunt or flip, except this was real life; not some manicured hottie. I wish one would just pop out though, but I doubt anyone would look as good as Dakota...wow. What is wrong with me? Don't answer that. That answer could drag on, really.

I watched as the fist approached my face, looming like a dark cloud. The problem with the fist being in slow motion was I was too. I felt like every blink I took was seven seconds long, and every facial change took forty-one seconds.

The Crater Maker got closer and closer and I couldn't move! I snapped to my senses, and did what I do best, well besides flinching...cower.

I know, I know, but after so many years of the hell I've been though you learn. You learn which places to protect, what time to cry out... when to give up. Just FYI for y'all; I don't plan on giving up anytime soon.

That slow motion was actually half a second, and the fist wasn't giving mercy. A dark flash zoom in front of me and the Crater Maker, grabbing it in mid air, a single inch from my face. A growl ripped through the mute lunchroom.

"I'd back away before I lose it. You have five seconds." Dakota rumbled threateningly. "Move it dude! She's gonna get what's she deserves for talking back to me!" Jockie shouted, except his voice tremble slightly.

I shrunk smaller, like a snail in its shell. Umm, ok, I don't like being compared to a snail. Maybe a majestic armadillo. Yeah, I like that. Anyway, back to the scene.

I looked at Dakota's face, and it was eerily calm. I watched it flash fury before grabbing Jockie's neck slamming him against a wall, choking him. "Dakota!" I gasped. Short, but that's all my teeny tiny brain could get out at that time.

He whipped his head toward me, and it wasn't normal. His jaw was clenched, and so on and so forth, blah blah normal angry face. No, it wasn't. His eyes. They were pitch black, darker than the soul of Serin (if he has one anymore), with a blood red ring circling the rim of blackness. The eyes that any sane person would run from. But then again, I've never been sane.

"Dakota. L-let him g-go, please." I touch his arm, and sparks shook up my arm. He seemed to relax, and lessened his grip on Jockie's throat.  Thank you God!

"If I ever see you tormenting somebody again, let's just say you won't be calling anyone dude ever again." With that he let go, and turned to me. His eyes were their normal dark color, void of red.  The lunchroom turned to their own conversations, forgetting us almost instantaneously.

"Don't put yourself in danger ever again, do you understand?" His face soften when he spoke to me, like I was fragile doll. Ugh, dolls are creepy! I mean their little finger could wrap around your throat, and strangle you while you sleep. Yeah, I don't  like dolls. Anyway! Off topic! I do that a lot, don't I? I think I have an attention span shorter than a sparrow honestly.

He thinks I purposely put myself in danger? I wish that was the case. It's not though, and I have to learn how to deal with all the 'what ifs','I wish', and 'I wonders', because I'll never have that life...and that's ok. Some people go through worst than me, sure my life may be hell but at least I'm still standing strong.

"I don't try. It follows me where even I go, no matter what." I state emotionlessly, before abruptly escaping out of the torture center.

I can't handle it right so I'll just disappear for awhile. To my Kingdom.