Red (Colors Sequel)

Chapter 9

So... Hi? Hey? Hello? This is the author speaking. Uhm. So I went back through my drafts (because I like reading my own stories, sue me), and I found out that,,, I still had three unpublished chapters of this story.

So I thought: why not publish them.

Fair disclaimer, they're not edited (at least not re-edited), meaning that I don't think it's that well-written, and if I had to edit it at all, I'd probably rewrite everything.

I'm going to publish the three chapters as they are, but keep in mind that the third chapter isn't the end of that story. It's just how far I got writing it.

Please enjoy this update that you probably thought would never come since, well, this story is discontinued.

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After getting close enough, I signed my soldier to start attacking. Most of them shot, getting rid of the first line of soldier.

Jumping into it -literally-, I kicked a soldier in the chin with my knee, knocking him out cold immediately.

The most of my soldiers also got rid of the second row of soldiers and moved forward, while others stayed behind to finish the job. Some of my soldiers moved in front of me, letting me walk through to the blonde hair woman.

She was standing in front of me, gun drawn. But I was quicker than her.
Knocking the gun out of her hand, I went in to punch her in the face, but she dodged back and reacted directly by hitting me in the jaw.

Oh it was on.

Regaining my balance, I clocked her right on the cheek. She didn't even flinch at the blow and instead tried to hit me. Thankfully, I blocked it.

But I didn't have time to do anything since she hit me with her other arm.

Great. So my ambidexterity wasn't an advantage anymore.

I tried to punch her again but she got me right in the stomach. Fuck.

This was a trained soldier, of course I couldn't win. Maybe if Nate had been there, I could've won.

I blocked another punch and hit her in the stomach.

Where was Nate, in fact?

I stepped away as she tried to grab me, but quickly hit her again as she reached for her gun.

Ok. So I was locked in a hand-to-hand combat with a trained FBI agent with no possible escape.

Wasn't Nate part of the FBI?

Dodging two more blows, I decided to target her legs, and more precisely her knee. I feigned hitting her in the jaw and, while she dodged the blow and shifted her weight onto her right foot, I kicked her in the knee.

I managed to step back before she could grab my leg. I even managed to kick sand in her eyes which rendered her useless for a few seconds.

I took this chance to kick her head down into the sand. She reacted quickly, grabbing my leg with both of her hands and turning around while me with her. I fell in a cloud of smoke and a loud thud.

Ow. Fuck.

Playing her game, and using my other leg, I hit her in the back. She grunted and let go of my leg.

I took this opportunity to get back up, using my arms to push myself back up. The blow had incapacitated her for a second which let me get on her back, holding her arms behind her and under my weight.