The Avengers: Next Generation

Fight To The Finish (3)

( The beginning of this chapter was originally part of 'Big Uh-Oh' but I felt like it needed its own short chapter. It begged me. So here it is :) I also want you to know that I changed The chapters a little so you can reread that if you want. enjoy!)

Zoë's POV

As the psychopath and I stood face to face, he took a step forward and looked around.

"Where'd ya go kiddo? I ain't gonna use more than one bullet. Come out and fight like a, well whatever you are."

I stepped away from him and saw his gun was alone and out of his reach.

Perfect.

He allowed himself to step away from his gun, and still unseeing to his eyes, I snatched the gun up and took out all the bullets before he could use them against anyone else.

He heard my movement and lunged at the gun. When he reached for it I pulled it back and whacked him a good one on the noggin. I hoped he got a nice goose egg. Still invisible, it looked like the gun was floating in thin air. Before he could grab my ankle or anything, I ran past him and to the stairs. I threw the gun down the stairs and it shattered into small little pieces. I heard rapid footsteps and looked around to see him running toward me. Wait, was I invisible still?

Apparently not.

He charged at me and I tried to dodge him but he had ahold of my wrists. I tried to pull away from him but his grip was to great. He spit in my face and I pushed with all of my might. He and I rolled to the floor and his grip ceased. Not caring if he could see me or not, I fled to the stairs to escape his presence. I heard him laugh and mutter something like, "I didn't go through that for nothing," and he stood up and grabbed my shoulder. He pushed me against the railing. His breath smelled like old fish and school food. His fist made contact with my face and a flash of light passed my eyes. A burning/stinging felling spread across my face. He did not just punch me.

"Your not gonna live to see tomorrow you little brat. You're gonna pay."

Says who?

I stood up quickly and tried to gouge his eyes a little. I couldn't really see straight, so I scratched his cheek I a little instead. With my back to the railing, it hit me that he was close enough to brain wash or, whatever you want to call it. While I was putting all my attention on him, he pushed me and we flew over the railing. I panicked as we fell from the freakin' third floor. I was gonna go splat.

Right before I hit the cold hard non-forgiving floor, it clicked that I could protect myself. I swear, I surprise myself with my stupidity sometimes. I put my bubble up and it saved me from becoming a pancake. I still kinda hit the ground, sporting a few good bruises but I'm ALIVE BABY!!! I laid there stunned for a while when a deep moan came from my right. Oh yeah, that guy. His left arm was bent at an odd angle, and he had a small gash on his head. His breathing was rapid and labored, and I reminded myself I had to keep this guy on the floor until the police got here. My body screamed when I slowly stood up and walked over to the school shooter. I took a step and stumbled back to the ground. Yeah, I wasn't going to be able to run or move like a human being for a while.

I could hear police sirens outside and tried to walk to the door. I once again tried to move myself from the floor, but my attempt failed. I crawled to the door and pushed it slightly open. An officer was standing about twenty feet away, and I let out the most pathetic sound ever.

"Hey *cough* officer? Can I have some help? *Cough*"

He whipped around and opened the door all the way. He slipped his hands under my arms and lifted me up. Leaning against the wall for support, I realized that I must look like a mess. A trickle of blood from where the man hit me fell across my face, and I'm pretty sure my nose was bleeding. I was out of breath. My voice wheezed when I spoke. I sounded like a dying cow. Maybe a dying goat. It was hard to tell.