Niall's P.O.V
Brandon runs for Tyler and I know just him won't make it. I pull out my tomahawk and run straight for the group of tall, strong, dangerous bastards. The others join me.
"Are we gonna kill them?!" Liam shouts pinning a blond to the ground.
"No other choice!" Dylan says swinging her axe and cutting off a boys arm. The boy screams as she digs her weapon into his skull. "Get everyone out of here!NOW!" she yells and a few people lead others out and guard the doors.
A giant takes his knife and stabs me in the shoulder. I scream in pain as he pulls it out and aims for my throat. He sends his arm down and right before it hits me, Emma jumps on him from behind. He gets up and tries to grab her.
Instead she pulls out her knife and slits open his throat. He falls and I help her up.
"Thanks, BEHIND YOU!" She screams throwing her knife as she pushes me down. The knife digs into a man's face. He pulls it out and falls to his knees, then face first into the ground.
Harry and Rachelle are slamming on the doors, wanting to enter but they are locked so no one else gets hurt.
"Sorry Haz!" Louis says kicking a boys face in.
"Brandon!" Zayn yells and all turn to him. He has Tyler pinned to the wall and the largest of Tyler's group starts running for Brandon.
Emma goes behind a table, then she throws me a bow. She jumps up and gives me an arrow. Then she gets her own set. I pull back and aim for the man's torso. Then in sync, Emma and I let the arrows fly.
My arrow goes through his chest and Emma's goes into his skull. Brandon turns around and is caught off guard. Tyler pushes him down and grabs Brandon's machete.
Brandon's P.O.V
I hear a large thud and I turn around to see a VERY broad African American (I'm not gonna say black cause I ain't no racist) boy with two arrows in his body. Then I see Niall and Emma holding the bows.
That was a dumb mistake because now Tyler shoved me to the ground and has my own machete against my throat.
"You think you could beat me? Huh?" He spats in my face. "Your just a worthless piece of shit. Your a freak, outcast, your a monster." He laughs and I didn't know what to do...so I spit in his face. He rises slightly and lifts the blade. It cuts my left cheek, better than my throat.
As he wipes my saliva off his face I grab my machete and pin him to the ground. It all happened so fast but I cherished every next moment.
I lift my weapon above my head and with both hands, I shove the blade into his chest. His eyes widen a bit and I pull it out. He is still breathing, and I hate that. I again and again stab him in the chest.
"Brandon stop!" Dylan says but I am too distant. "He's dead!"
Every time I stab him I say each word. "DONT. YOU. EVER. HURT. MY. FAMILY." I scream and I am pulled off Tyler's lifeless body. It was Niall.
I try to continue my stabbing session but Niall holds both arms around my back as we get up. Dylan rushes to me and touches my face.
"A-Are you okay?" She says and I zone in her beauty. She becomes more worried and starts to tear up. "Brandon please." she cries holding my face in her hands. Niall's grip losses on me and I come back into reality.
"Wha? Yeah, I'm fine." I say but then I go to turn around when a sharp pain comes in the left side of my torso. I fall to my knees and scream out in the unbearable pain.
"What's wrong with him Dylan?!" Liam yells helping me up into my wheelchair. Tears fall down my face because the pain is so extreme. I scream again.
"He already have broken ribs! It could be who knows how bad!" she says and Zayn unlocks the doors. Louis grabs the handles to the wheelchair and he breaks into a sprint.
"Into the X-Ray room!" Dylan says and we enter a large room. I feel sweat drip down my forehead and I start to tremble.
( for Brandon: THATS FOR FOR CALLING ME RACHEL RAY!!!! PAYBACKS A BITCH! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!...sorry.)
"Put him on the table on the count of three alright?" Harry says and Louis and Zayn put there hands under my back, Harry and Liam grab my legs. "One, two, three!" Harry yells and they put me on the table. Rachelle gets a wet cloth and places it on my forehead.
"Rachelle," Dylan says going on a desk and she starts pressing and flipping buttons and switches. "Press the blue button when I say."
"Okay," she says going to the panel.
"Brandon you are gonna go in here and try to be as still as possible." Louis says and I nod.
"You have to not tense up your muscles." I look at him like he's crazy.
"That's...a little hard...when your in this much pain." I stutter.
"Just try your best alright?" Liam says and I nod.
"Now Rachelle." Dylan says and Rachelle presses the button. I feel the table go into this machine.
Stay still. Still. Relaxed.
I tense up more and become frustrated, then another wave of pain comes and in flinch.
"Stay still." Zayn says. "control your breathing. In, out. In,out." I slowly inhale and exhale.
"Great job Brandon." Rachelle says.
"Think of something peaceful." Harry says. "A place, a object as a child, a uh...a person."
"Dylan..." I whisper to myself.
I suddenly relax at the thought of her. I guess I pass out because when I wake I am in a bed. I look around. Dylan is right next to my bed and so is Emma. They are both sound asleep. How cute.
There is tubes attached to my left and right arm. I get goosebumps because I hate needles and when things are stabbed into my arm and I feel cold liquid seep through. Ugh...
I sigh and fall back asleep, knowing that I kept everyone safe. I kept my group safe. I kept Dylan safe. But at what cost...
I remember that when I was stabbing Tyler repeatedly that I felt so glad but not satisfied. Like I wanted to do it again and again. he was right. I'm a freak, and outcast.
I am a monster.
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I am so tired...my grandmother had to get surgery and we visited her and the hospital is 30 min away, then my mom had to do something an hour away from there and we only got back at like 11:30....
Right now is 12:08 AM and I think that's PREETY good for someone as slow as me. I am updating tomorrow, but u probably don't care and I doesn't affect u at all. oh well...
Night everyone.
-rachelle....zzzzz
