Let the games begin

Chapter 5: Messing with me is not an option

I watched the stupid mutt carefully, calculating my next move. Should I give him a good kick to the stomach or should I knock him back into the tree. Maybe I should just snap his furry neck. My mind whirled with new found ideas of ways to murder this guy. But, of course....

Fang had to take the fun out of it.

Emo kid here had landed behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder, restraining me. I whipped my head to look over my shoulder, giving him a growl. No no no no. I wouldn't be touched by this guy. For the entire time I've met him, he's done nothing but try to make me see I'm weak and do things for me.

I wasn't weak at all! I'm absolutely strong! 

Something bubbled in my chest. 

Anger and annoyance.

" Seb, go back to the cave. I can handle this... " Though his words were soft, it just pissed me off even further. Iggy stood behind him, arms crossed over his broad chest and a frown on his lips. I narrowed my eyes at the both of them (yeah, but there's the whole 'blind Iggy' thing too). " You don't have to fight anymore. We're all here to help you and Ren. "

I snapped my head back to the mutt in front of me. He seemed to be thinking hard, but a confused expression held his face for a few seconds before he turned his eyes back to Fang. I roughly pushed the emo kid's hand off my shoulder, almost shivering in disgust. " What the bloody hell are you talking about?! You back to the cave and leave me alone! I can do this ON. MY. OWN. " With each word, I could hear my voice go higher and higher until the last word was a sonar shriek. The emo, the mutt, and Iggy all covered their ears.

Oops. 

Sonar screech accident number 1.

I turned by body around fully, bringing my foot up and swiftly kicking Fang in the chest. he flew back and knocked Iggy to the ground with him. " Arse! Just go back! " Deeming them not even worthy of my time anymore, I looked back to the Eraser. 

He stared at me with a mixture of shock and amusement.

Oh great.

" Your name is Seb... " He spoke calmly, despite the fact he was threatening me not just 5 minutes ago.

Men...

" Yes, the name is Seb. But you can only call me Sebastian, since you're a peasant after all. " I couldn't help at laugh at my own joke. I got it off a site named 'Tumblr'.....They had a lot of ways to insult someone. (And a lot of cute fashion too but I won't be telling Nudge that anytime soon.) " Now, like I said, get out or you'll be dealing with me!"

"I think I would... " He lunched at me, almost too fast for me to reacted but I gathered my strength and met him head on. He took a good punch at the left side of my jaw and a sickening crack filled my ears. I crumpled to the ground with a cry and stared up at the mutt, anger clear on my face. He towered over me with a sly smile, a plan forming in his head I could tell from the look in his eyes. I used my leg and swung it underneath him, sweeping his legs from under him and knocking him to the ground. 

Straddling his chest, I  repeatedly sent punch after punch on his ugly ass face.

Served him right.

I think he broke my face.

And I like my face.

He finally gained the strength to grab both my wrists, holding them in a death lock. I struggled but it seemed the Americans made these Erasers a bit more stronger than me. " You pack a punch. I like that in a girl. " He smirked. Still holding both my wrists, the mutt swung me off him, got up, then swung me onto his shoulder, walking back to his jeep. " They wanted me to bring back Max but I think you'd be much more interesting." I made gagging sounds, kicking against his chest. 

" YOU BLOODY ASSHOLE I'LL RIP YOUR ARMS FROM YOUR FURRY BODY!" And then he slammed the car door on my head, effectively knocking me out...