Demi Owens [A Legend Fanfiction]

Chapter 26

(I only own Demi and her storyline! I don't own any gifs or pictures I put into this fanfiction!)

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~Demi's POV~

After knocking out the first soldier that walked through the open doorway; I kick down the others that were walking up the steps, causing some sort of domino tumble from the stairs to the hard concrete on the ground. 

Fork still in hand, I hide back behind the wall and wait until the fallen soldiers retaliate and walk back in before attacking again. 

I knew I should've never came here... 

I groan, "This wouldn't of had happened."

Just as a said that, a whole gang of soldiers barge in and I immediately take action. 

I leap and climb my way onto one's shoulders while wrapping my thighs against his neck area. I lean back and flip them over with all the strength I can muster; causing them to fall on the ground hard, unconscious. 

I quickly stand up, turn, and kick another one in the face, my boots connecting to their goggles of their helmet. I turn around to the sound of another soldier- this one being female- running up to me with her fist in a readied position. I grab her fist and move my way under and around to her back. She yells out in pain and I kick her back so she collides with her colleague that I happily kicked in the face. 

They fall down to the ground ironically on top of the one I flipped over and I had to stifle an upcoming laugh from the sight.  

Suddenly, I'm picked up from the ground and thrown to the other side of the open room. I land roughly near the couch and hit my head on the wooden foot of it. A searing pain finds its way to my head and I let out a noise of irritance. 

Annoyed, I stand up a bit too quickly- but ignoring the headache, I charge toward the man who threw me and climb my way up to his back. He tries to shake me off but I hold him tight. 

I repeatedly punch him in the head mindlessly but he throws me off, causing me to fly against the wall. I should've used the fork...

I let out a groan, but knowing that I can't back down now, I lunge at the soldier and stick my fork deep into his back shoulder, which surprisingly went through his uniform. He yells out as he turns around and tries to hit me with his gun. 

I jump off of him and land on the ground. I dodge and slide under his legs grabbing the side of the gun. He loses his grip- thank goodness- and trips from his own large feet. He lands on the ground and I use the butt of the gun to knock him out. 

I then immediately crouch under the window after kicking the couch out of the way; holding the gun close to my chest and trying to control my breath. 

It then dawns upon me that I actually managed to knock down like half of the soldiers that came in- and they were armed... I must be like a legend or something. 

Nah- Day's the legend. 

With the gun still intact, I raise it up in front of me as I shoot whoever comes through the doorway. I try to aim for their shoulders and what not- hopefully my aim is good. I never actually shot through a gun gun before. 

The soldiers then stopped coming through and I stayed quiet while my gun is still trained for the entryway. 

With me being quiet, I manage to hear a ruckus going on outside. A man- no a woman with a loud voice filled with authority blares out with numerous amounts of orders. Way too many for me to count that's for sure.