I dodged the first slash and was talking hysterically. "Brenda. Wait, Don't! Brenda! This isn't you! What would your parents say about this?" She paused at that. Then resumed with, "My. Parents. Never. Cared."
I didn't know how I was going to fight her, so I flew out of the room and down the hall. I could hear her behind me, slashing lockers and taunting me. "Where are you going Jones? Still think I can be helped? Still want to go Ice Skating sometime?" I stopped to look behind me, and I saw her at the end of the hall. She said, "Ya' know what? You're not the only one here who can fly!"
She stuck her blade in the roof and used it to get her feet off the ground. The boots unfolded themselves, revealing the machinery for just a millisecond as it refolded into what looked like two rocket thrusters. The thrusters caught fire, she released her sword from the roof and I could see hints of two more thrusters on her shoulder blades. I probably would've cursed if I wasn't too stunned to say anything. She laughed. "I have you to thank for this as well!" She charged at me and we flew around the hallways of the school.
I got impatient at one point. I said, "Enough!" I spin kicked her in the face down a secondary hallway. She went flying. She landed at a door, which exploded. When the smoke cleared I saw that she retracted her blade, and her thrusters. I realized that she landed at the main entrance of the school, where all the reporters and photographers were waiting to catch something. Brenda wailed, "Hey! Why did you do that? I thought we were friends Haley!" She smirked and turned to the photographers and Cameras and said, "Hey world! You want to know the Full Name of your so-called Hero?" I had seconds to think of something. I decided that to protect my identity I had to stoop down a level. I zipped to her at full running speed right when she pronounced the first letter of my name.
She soared through the air and over the heads of the reporters. The people there split a path between her and us. I said, "Come on Brenda. I knew you were always jealous of me."
She looked up at me with shocked look on her face. I continued, "I had all the friends, I always looked awesome, You had nobody, you're the skeet with all those little out-fits. You had to suck up to all the teachers. You had no real friends. Face it Brenda, You are just a pathetic loser who doesn't know how to treat other people." I could physically see her tense up with hatred with every sentence. As soon as I said them I wanted to say I'm sorry. I wanted to help her, be her friend, and I never meant the things I just said. But I had to protect my identity, if the wrong people found out who I was.......
Its just not an option.
She turned on her thrusters and folded both her hands back into the energy swords. She charged at me with a screech of rage. I caught her at her upper arms, she couldn't bend her arms enough to get at me. I said, "Lets take this somewhere else." I flew both of us to the skies. When we were a good three hundred feet in the air I kicked her back. She staggered, but quickly regained her balance. "This is your last chance to surrender and get some help." She shook her head and cursed at me. I sighed. "I'm sorry to hear that." I focused energy into my eyes and fired at her left arm, then her right: destroying each forearm. She didn't cry out in pain, just in surprise. I fired one last shot at her stomach. She was bent over and made an 'o' with her mouth. She whispered something. "All. Your. Fault."
Her thrusters shut off and she fell. I caught her as soon as she started falling. I knew she was out cold, but I talked anyway. "I'm sorry Brenda. I should have...." I didn't know what to say. Oh, wait. Yes I did. I should have tried harder.
I floated down and the police standing there looked as bewildered as I felt. I said, "I don't know what happened, but this is the missing girl from the mall. I swear to God, I don't know what happened." The Police helped load her into the Ambulance, and then they turned their attention to me, but I was already gone.
First Brandon, then Thomas, and now Brenda. This really is all my fault, isn't it? How many others have I attacked, who needed my help? I need someone to talk to. Paul? Joe Joe? Candy? Devlin. He, out of anyone, would understand how I felt. He was always the deep one. He was always willing to talk, about anything. Its getting late, I'll talk to him tommorrow.
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