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[24] I Just Want Revenge

I woke up on the ground, screaming in pain. I felt a hand on the back of my head, pressing my face into the ground, and the pain intensified.

"Well, well, well, princess. What do we have here? The victim of an aging serum, like me?" The voice of one of my worst enemies, Christa Jones, said with a voice dripping with fake sweetness. I struggled against the vice like grip she had on me, hoping Bruce and Marie were safe.

"Sweetheart, don't struggle. I mean, my strength matches yours now. With older age comes greater chances of snapping some femurs, huh?" She laughed coldly.

"You said an aging serum did this. That didn't....AH....happened to me." I gasped out against the wood chips. Christa was insane, true. She always has been, ever since I beat her in some sort of competition when we were little kids. She was bent on beating me, and being better than me. So, I always tried my best to let her beat me at least once, but it never worked. Christa gripped my hair tightly, and I groaned in pain.

"What do you want from me?" I said, trying to shift out of her grip. Christa seemed to pounce on my back and pinned me to the ground like a predator with its prey. I continued to fight against her, and she seemed to only grip tighter.

"So, the voices have done this to you." She mumbled, getting off of me and letting my hair go.

"Well, get up! I'm pretty sure this dude wants to make sure you're fine." Christa snarled. I stood shakily, and saw Bruce being held back by some burly guys. His face was a little cut up, and I gasped. Other than the cuts, he seemed to be okay. I whipped around and glared at Christa with a fiery passion. Oh how I hated her and every fiber of her being. As long as she doesn't get her hands on Marie, I won't have the desire to kill her. She smirked at me, and I noticed her hands held a small silver knife, and she twirled it around her fingers gracefully.

"You like it? Made it myself. Did a number to his face." She said, pointing towards Bruce with the knife's tip. I clenched my hands into fists and took a few steps closer to her.

"How dare you just waltz in here, break into my home, knock me to the ground, and harm the man I love?!" I shouted at her, and she looked angry.

"Hey, princess, let's not forget the little one." Christa said coldly.

No......

As I watched in horror, two other men dragged out my little Marie, and she kicked and screamed.

"Mama! Help me! Help Daddy!" She screamed. She failed to notice the man holding her right arm had raised his hand to smack her, and no touches my bizarre family.

"No!" I screamed. I stuck my hand out, and an ice ball the size of my fist shot out and slammed into his skull. The second man looked at his partner in shock as he crumpled to the ground. He looked at me, and I raised my hand again.

"Wanna end up like him? If not, I suggest you let go of the girl, and leave." I growled, just like my father would've. The man obliged, letting the arm of my 'daughter' go and leaving the house.

"Marie! Go in and call for help!" I yelled to her. Bruce's captors tried to grab her, but she darted out of their reach, making me feel a little more hopeful.

"Why you little...!" Christa yelled as she tackled me. Her weight and mine combined sent us tumbling to the ground, and I huffed in pain as my back collided with the solid ground. We wrestled with each other, and we did like in the movies where the two fighters roll around on the ground to try to pin the other down. She snarled at me like a rabid lion, and I growled as she swiped at my face. I raised my right hand and slapped her across the face. The smack echoed across the backyard, and my sudden act of violence made Bruce wince as I looked up at him. I sighed, and Christa took advantage of my second long vulnerability period to punch me in the chest, and it sent me flying in the air, backwards. While I was in the air, I flipped so that I would land on my feet, and I did. I sent a huge ball of fire at her, which she caught in her bare hands and threw it back. I absorbed the energy back into my body, and I heard a very sinister snapping noise. I lifted to see Bruce, only he wasn't Bruce anymore. He had Hulked out, and the arms of his captors were now bent really funny. It made me feel queasy, and I prayed that Bruce would come back to me. I couldn't handle Demoria in this state, it would be too much.

"Bruce! Hulk! Look at me! I need you to calm down, please!" I tried to yell, but it came out as a raspy something that wasn't a yell. Christa aimed something at my head, and I went limp just in time. When I jumped back up, Bruce was back. huh, how quickly does that happen? Forget it, I have other things to worry about. Marie was back in Bruce's arms, and she looked scared.

"Help is coming mommy!" She cried. I smiled. My brave little girl shouldn't be seeing this. I heard several pairs of footsteps run onto the back porch, and Bruce gasped. Christa gripped my shoulders, and I hers.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" I asked hoarsely.

"I just want revenge!" She said, close to tears.

"No, not like this." I mumbled.

"I want you dead, you glory thief!" She screamed. Then, I heard the familiar bang of a gun, and Christa's grip slackened. She crumpled to the ground, and I stepped back. A gunshot wound was over the left side of her back, where the heart is.

"No one touches my daughter." The unmistakable voice of my father spoke.

Dad?!