Nicole looked at me and whispered, "We can't just sit here!" "What do you want me to do, put a flash light under my chin and pretend I'm the Angel of Death? Besides if I do anything they'll kill her!" We just got down to the ground and stayed there as the thug's van rolled up. The side door opened up and they all got in. I looked at the licence plate and read it over and over again. At least I'll be able to give the police something. Apparently I didn't need to, the van started and it never went anywhere. What is going on in there?
"Jesus, George! What is going on up there? We need to get out of here, NOW!" The driver stumbled, "I checked everything out this morning! There is no reason it should have broke down!" He stuck his head out the window to see three sticks protruding from the tires. The same thing was going on with the other tires. He stepped out of the van. "What the Hel--Ack!" He was punched in the throat and thrown into the wall. He pinned his sleeves to the wall. The thugs saw this and they exited the van, the last one had Jean in his grasp, a gun pointed at her head. There were seven of them left. The figure came out from behind the van and had his spikes come out of his elbow. He slashed down the back one of the guys in the back. He then snapped the spike and stabbed one of the others in the stomach. The all pointed their guns on him.
"Who the hell is this?" one asked. The figure just raised his hands like "I give up". The apparent leader of them said, "Cover me." He walked up and jerked the figure's hood back. The guy looked like he was sixteen. He had bright green eyes, and short, spikey black hair. He seemed to have a spike or two on his face, pointing downward. I decided to make my move.
I removed my tux jacket and ran to kick the hostage holder. Jean screamed out of surprise. I said, "Get down! Get down!" She hot-I mean HIT, the floor and covered her head. While the leader looked at what was going on, the new guy gave him a bear hug and forced his spikes to grow. He let go and the guy fell to the floor.
I knocked out the next one, and kicked the gun out of grasp of the third. The kid ran another spike into the last one. The last one was unarmed. He was backing up slowly. I cracked my knuckles, then asked, "You want this one, or do you want me to handle it?" He gestured with his hands. He's all yours. I took to the air then planted my feet to his face, which planted his head to the ground. He was out.
I turned to the kid to thank him, but he was gone. Where did he--"Oof!" I was tackled with a hug by Jean Parker. "Ooooooh my God. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You're my hero!" She let up and traded her hug with a deep kiss.
A bunch of people started taking pictures and whistling.
Oooooh. I am going to get so much crap for this.
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