Vita et Mors - Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil Fanfiction

Chapter 18

A/N: I'm staying up late because I forgot we had a physics project, which I've probably already mentioned (but still forgot about) that I finally finished (but couldn't print). And my cooking class was cancelled, so I could do a maths challenge, representing the school. I hope my maths is up to scratch, it's supposed to be my best subject. The teachers must be stupid, picking me (!) to represent the school. That's like Miley Cyrus representing Britain. Absolutely crackers.

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(Gemma's POV)

*Beep. Beep. Beep*

'What?' I thought, hazily coming back from the darkness. I was in hospital again. Great.

"Gemma!" Someone cried happily. I groaned and fell back against the pillows, not bothering to even grunt a hello to the mystery person.

I heard footsteps and a nurse telling someone that I could leave 'as soon as I bothered to get up'. Pur-lease, that wouldn't be any time soon. I was tired!

"Gemma?" Mystery person asked. "It's me, Sophie. Please get up."

I cracked one eye open, squinting against the light. "Go away," I muttered, closing my eyes.

"I've got mochachino?" Sophie asked. I put my hand straight in the air, silently demanding that I was given the liquid perfection.

"You have to sit up!" Sophie said. In response, I waved my hand around in the air, signalling that I didn't care, I wanted that mochachino.

Sophie sighed. "Guess I'll have it then," she said, walking a few steps away. I shot up, seeing my mochachino on the bedside table, drinking it quickly.

Once I had finished, I felt more awake. "What happened?" I asked her.

"I couldn't really follow, but it was something about your brain trying to recall your memories. Like trying to open a locked door. No harm done."

I nodded and swung my legs out of the bed, standing up shakily. "Shall we go then?"

As we signed out and left, I was shocked to see it was about four in the afternoon, meaning I had been asleep for nearly six hours.

*****at their apartment*******

"GEMMA!" I heard, before five bodies flew at me and knocked me to the ground.

"Get OFF, you fat lumps!" I yelled, wriggling uselessly. Somewhere in my brain, it told me what to do and that would mean I could...

"How on earth did you get all five of us at your mercy that fast?!" Dan exclaimed. I smirked.

They were lying face down on the floor, side by side, me hovering over them.

"Gemma," Sophie choked. She had tears pouring down her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, rushing to her side. The boys got off the floor and Phil put his arm around her shoulder.

"Do you know where you learned to do that?" Sophie asked. I shook my head. She frowned thoughtfully before dashing upstairs and returning with two wooden sticks. She placed them in my hands.

"Act instinctively," she told me as the boys backed off. She raised two above her head, and bought them down towards me at lightning speed.

I blocked them, and started whirling them, landing blows on her arms and torso, blocking her own attacks, lunging around the room. The world narrowed down onto the fight.

Eventually, I cracked the sticks upon her own, sending them flying out of her hands. Not thinking, I whirled around her, pressing one of them to her throat as her arms were held behind her back by the other. She smiled.

"Well done," she said. "I didn't think you would ever forget how to do that."

I looked at my hands in shock. The boys were staring at us with their mouths wide open.

"Close your mouths, boys, or you'll catch flys," Sophie and I said simultaneously.

"How did you do that?" Dan asked weakly. I cocked my head, confused.

Marcus, prepared with his trustworthy camera, showed us the video he had taken. I was shocked at myself. How did I manage to fight so well?

"We both have trained in martial arts since we were small children," Sophie explained. I thought.

"Then... Why couldn't I defend myself when I was stabbed?" I asked.

"You didn't have your knives on you," Sophie said. Knives?

"We are licensed to carry two twin knives," Sophie said. "I don't carry mine whilst you are around, incase they scare you."

"I'd rather you did," I said. "Just incase."

Sophie nodded and headed upstairs before returning with a leather belt which had two knives in scabbards. (A/N: I think that's what they are called, or are they sheaths?) They had patterns of dragons and flowers up the scabbards.

I looked at her for explanation. "These are mine," she said. They have to be locked up if we aren't carrying them."

"Well?" I asked.

"Well what?"

"Are you going to give a demonstration?" I said.

"Sure," Sophie said. "Please bear in mind that you've always been better than me. That's why you beat me. You're only just better, but still."

Sophie pulled the knives out of the scabbards. "Please stand against the walls," she ordered. "I would never hit you, I'm too experienced, but still."

We did as she said and she began to whirl the knives, dancing almost as they slashed through the air, creating a mesmerising effect.

A/N: I'm too tired to carry on. I've been having energy problems recently, the more I sleep, the more tired I am. And I wake up feeling even worse than I did before I slept. Maybe it's to do with lack of physical activity from being unable to physically take part in even walking up stairs?

You know, I got stuck in the lift today. I was with my friend and a teacher. We had to press the alarm button and then there was this huge racket and people were running around in confusion and stuff. Scary. We were stuck for about fifteen minutes, so I had a great time laughing hysterically at nothing.