The Perks of Being a Freak (Editing)

100. I Can't Fight Myself

Simon shielded me from the first blast of fire. I whipped my hand, and a blast of water shot towards Tony, narrowly missing him.

And then the dance began.

I noticed that Tony was a lot faster, and a lot stronger than the last time I had seen him. Maybe they had done more surgeries on him. Maybe they had pumped him full of steroids. Who knew?

Simon kept me close to his side, and I knew that we could never win if I was glued to him, so I pulled myself away.

“Flank him,” I told the taller boy, who nodded.

We tried everything. We attacked from either side, the same side. Hell, I even leapt above Tony and tried to freeze him. But no matter what we tried, he always seemed a step and a half ahead of us.

That being said, he couldn’t land any hits either. At least not on me.

Simon was spending too much time trying to protect me, and not enough protecting himself.

“Enough!” I shouted, landing heavily. Something was off in my right leg, probably from getting swatted out of the air like a bug. “You want me? Come get me.” I begged Simon to stay to the side, and not involve himself anymore.

Tony lunged at me, and we rolled across the ground, hitting and spitting and biting. I latched my teeth in his shoulder and bit until I could feel blood in my mouth.

And when Tony screamed, I screamed as well.

Although there were no teeth marks in my skin, I felt the bite just as much as he did.

The bastard let his walls down, I realized, and a second too late.

Tony wrenched me off of him and to the side. Then, before I could react, he kicked me in the ribs. I howled and curled inwards on myself.

Not only was Tony dead set on killing me, apparently he wanted to beat me to death as well.

My boyfriend was not going to let that happen.

Simon flung Tony across the roof. His spine collided solidly with a metal pole, and we both cried out. 

Pain was assaulting me from all sides, demanding my full attention.

“What’s wrong?” Simon asked, pulling me up gently.

“I can’t do it,” I sobbed into his shoulder. “The mind link… I f-feel it… he…  I can’t hit him.”

“It’s alright, Jewel,” Simon whispered. “I’ll do it.”