Fight or Flight(Young Justice Fanfiction) NOW UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Chapter 5 (Who keeps track of the days like this. This person has problems)

Chapter 5

(Who keeps track of the days and time like this? This person has problems)

Honestly when I cut that firsts robots face, I was not sure what was happening. I was just freaking out. The knives in my house were so dull that I had trouble cutting bananas with them. But my mom only dulled them out because I had the habit of using them for darts, instead of darts. But I was really good at throwing darts, so it was ok.

But a dagger shouldn't have had any effect on that honking piece of metal. But the robot had a deep gash in its face. I guess the voice in my head was right, adrenaline was a powerful thing. I just agreed with a voice in my head. I had a voice in my head.

But despite the fact that my mental health was now in question. I needed to deal with the other two robots. Technically I didn't have to deal with the giant robots, I’m sure the people who were doing this had an off switch they could pull for me.

But apparently that wasn’t an option as I stood facing the two robots facing me, the spear pointing to the two robots.

“Come and get it guppies” I snarled. Whoa was that me. Did I snarl, can human beings snarl? Apparently because I just snarled. At least I think I just snarled, somebody remind me to google that.

The first one charges and I jump on top of him. My weight pushes the robot over, this was surprising because I was so skinny. As I stand on top of the robot laying on the ground. I brace the spear above my head, using all my force to stab it through the eyes. As the other one comes charging at me, I grip the shaft of the spear and try to pull it out. I wouldn’t be able to get the spear get the

My brain was working miles a minute. I provide a firm grip on the spears shaft. I run around the spear and propel myself towards the robot. I draw the dagger from my belt and plunge the dagger through the robots head.

 The robot falls back, throwing me off. I pull out the dagger along with the robots head. I breathe heavily trying to regain my breath. I could feel the energy coursing through my veins, I could feel a burning sense of anger. A burning sense to maim, to injure.

To kill.

I clench my fists and close my eyes. Trying to contain whatever rage that was coursing through my blood.

“Well done Project SP1” The voice rings t

hroughout the arena. It had to be somewhere nearby. My eyes scan the arenas walls, eyeing all the glassy surfaces. My ears trying to center on the noise. I needed to hear more, he needed to talk again.

 “What’s next?” I shout out.

“More Tests” the voice says, my ears center on the noise. The buzz of the speaker, and the sound of a mic picking up sound. Eyeing a specific glass surface to my right. “But you were excellent in this trial”.

“Thanks” I call. “But you can congratulate me in person”. I grab the head of the robot next to me. I get up off my knees and chuck the head at the glass and watch it shatter. God where did I get an arm like that.

I spot the two doctors in the window along with several other peoples. How did I know which window? How could I have possibly heard what I heard?

There were more conundrums because in a few seconds I was in the room with the scientists holding the SI wasn’t really sure how I got up to the window. One second I was on the ground the next I had the knife pressed to the Schwimmer guy’s throat.

“You sadist” I scream. “I could have died.

“Get her off of me” he screams his eyes are filled with fear.

“Security” the pale female doctor calls. What was her name again? Maya. No Maria. Whatever her name was, she was calling for security.

“Send me home before I slice you into kibble” I snarl.

“Get away from the doctor” A deep voice comes.

“Don’t hurt her” Maria shouts

“Miss Parker stop you will only worsen the situation” Maria what’s-her-face says grabbing at my shoulder trying to pull me off of Schwimmer.

“I don’t care!” I scream, pressing the dagger into the guy’s neck even more. I see blood start to draw around his neck pooling onto his blade.

Something snaps against my head and then everything goes black. 

AUTHORS NOTE

2 updates in 2 days. I am on a roll. But it’s only with this story for some reason. I need to update my other stories. I’m gonna do that next.

But seriously though. How many times is Rory gonna get knocked out? God should I stop writing that.

Rory: Yeah you should *rubs the back of her head*. My head hits the ground wrong every time

Robin: Weakling

Rory: I don’t like him why is he here

Me: Go away *beats Robin with a stick and shoos him out*

I promise I am gonna stop with the character talking.

Rory: Are you? 

I hate myself. JK! I’m just too awesome. 

So I didn’t know who to dedicate this chapter to so I chose @charlielovesyoulots. Mainly because, just why not. I’ve been reading her story recently. Ummmm my favorite name is Charlie. Fun fact, my original name for Rory was Charlie. So yeah she gets a dedication. Maybe more of you should read this story so I don’t have to dedicate it to random people.

 Another fun fact, there’s this guy in one of my classes who I always call Charles, but his name isn’t Charles. His name is….No clue actually. Not very good with names.

Remember to check out my other account @borntoright, I write nonfanfiction stories there. Go check out my story A Writer's Mission Impossible. Also my new story Taxis to Rickshaws. Also watch out for my stories that will be coming out soon, A Crooked Bullet and Roofless in Middleburg.

I’ll update as soon as possible.

Twala (\/) (<-EPIC PEACE SIGN AND GOODBYE)