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Fight

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(Quinn's POV)

He nodded. He didn't want to speak. It didn't make a difference though, the moment he looked at me I knew he was gonna kill me. Our eyes met, and I did the one thing that came to my head, I searched for a number.

"10. Power," I whispered out loud, then my hand automatically flew to my mouth to cover it, even though I had already spoken aloud. He raised his eyebrows and smirked.

"I see you're using the power I have given you," he commented in a deep, rusty vo. I rolled my eyes and glared at him. He shrugged. "Alright then, ladies first."

Out of habit, I bowed before I got myself ready to attack. I looked up to see that he had done the same, but he was in a much different pose. I was in a pose to block any surprise attack, he was in a pose completely open, one hand slightly over his head and the other near his waist, both of his palms pointed at me. The classic villain pose. He took a few steps and I mirrored him, closing most of the distance between us.

"No powers," I said. He raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, correct me if I'm wrong but you just used one of yours, did you not?"

"What do you mean one of mine?" He laughed.

"You'll figure it out," he told me. There was a scream in the distance and a shattering noise.

That was when I made the biggest mistake of my life.

Me, being more of an idiot than usual, looked back.

I turned my head to see where the irregular noise had come from and in less than a second I was flying across the room. My head hit a cold, hard surface, probably the wall. I lifted my left hand to my head and pulled it away to see blood. I was slightly dizzy but I rolled over on the floor before I stood, moving too fast for him to strike again before re-aiming. I looked over to where he should have been standing, but he wasn't there. I spun around again, moving too quickly and making me dizzy. I could see him, but I didn't know which him was him. There were two, but they were really blurry and they met in the middle, meaning that at least that part had to be solid flesh. I pulled a knife out which was hidden inside my shoe (making it sort of uncomfortable to move but that was the least of my problems).

I aimed it directly in the middle of the two blurry black figures, pulled my arm back and released the knife at exactly the right time, sending it flying directly toward his shoulder. He smirked for a second and simply flicked it away. I thought it would scatter to the ground, but instead, it turned around and headed straight toward me. I tried to duck, dodge and jump but it followed me everywhere I went. I glared at the amused figure standing in front of me, well now it was behind and I twisted my body to avoid the knife again. He was completely open, but I couldn't attack him thanks to this knife... or could I?

I ran toward him, my eyes lit up like they usually are when I get an idea. The smirk wiped off his face and turned into a confused expression. Just before I ran into him, I jumped. I spun sideways in mid-air to avoid hitting his head and was on the floor again before the knife had time to copy my movement and go over his head. Instead, the knife went straight toward me... who was standing behind my father. He tried to duck, but he was too slow to realise and the knife pierced him on the side of his forehead, maybe hitting a part of his brain. Of course, the jump had made me dizzy again, the wound on my own head not exactly helping.

I staggered on the spot while he knelt on the floor. I reached to grab another knife that was on my belt in plain sight, but it wasn't there. I looked up to see him recovered and smirking. He held up the knife.

"Looking for this?" He asked smugly.

"How cliche," I glared at him, making him laugh without humour.

"You aren't in the place to be saying that right now," he warned me, still smirking. I raised my eyebrows.

"Go on, then, throw it all movie style. Oh wait, let me guess: 'I wanna play a little first' or something?"

"Tempting, but no," he said, me speaking so much having already given him more than enough time to aim. Stupid mouth.

The cut through the space between us at a high speed, not barely giving me time to react. I moved to the side slightly so that the blow went to my shoulder instead of my chest, maybe then I would die slower. I bent over onto my knees, panting. I ripped the knife out of my shoulder and held it up to attack again. That's when I caught a glimpse of myself in the blade of the long knife, through all the blood. I was beaten up and sweating really badly, and I was breathing like a horse. I looked into my green eyes and then looked up directly into his, which were the exact same. I realised how much stronger and experienced he was and realised how foolish it was to try to beat him.

"Go on, throw it," He urged, arms open and ready for the blow. My vision went blurrier, but not because I was dizzy. As my dominant hand lifted the knife, it shook. A single tear streamed down my cheek. I aimlessly threw the damn knife.

Stuff this.

Stuff life.

Stuff everything, I don't want it anymore.

Why can't this world be less complicated, or if it's gonna be so difficult why can't it at least make sense?!

I fell to the floor, my arms leaning on one of my knees as I cried into my right elbow, which was slightly bloody from the wound in my shoulder. I didn't even care about the pain. Of course, the pain hurt, but pain doesn't last forever. Death will though. Why did I bother living? It would have been so easy to die. That was probably the better choice, too. This world, it kills at least 1440 people every day, what difference would one more make? I was too cowardly to kill myself until now though. I knew dying would hurt. I could never bring myself to do it. And after that, hell would be waiting. I guess this was enough though, I lived a 'happy' life, I could have gotten it way worse.

I could hear my father approach me. So he was aiming for a melee attack? I didn't care and I didn't stop sobbing. I felt his arms around me. Was he going to choke me to death?

"Shh, it's alright," he said. "You're doing beautifully and I'm so proud of you. But that's enough now. It was cruel of them to make you fight me - you could never have won. It's not your fault."

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