The Unwanted

Chapter 18- Fight

Chapter 18- Fight

The snowflakes dance and prance in the cold, gusty winter wind. Settling on the sidewalks and streets. Thin frozen stacks of snow crunched under our shoes. The streetlights were misty in the snowfall, illuminating the bleak grey clouds above. The winter sky overhead reflected the tense mood perfectly. You could feel the air being heavy as your lungs were filled with sharp cold and frost each time you breathed in. The bitter cold seeped through our clothes, numbing our fingers until they felt thick and stiff, unable to bend properly. Walking had become many times more difficult, slowing down our movements. But we continued to charge forward.

Burning rage was smouldering through my body like a deathly poison, demanding to be released in the form of violence. The cold air attempted to quench the burning rage but to no avail. My fists began to clench. The wrath attempted to engulf my moralities, trying to impair my ability to think logically, but I wasn't fighting for myself. I was fighting to protect.

I'm scared.

Honestly, I'm so scared.

But this is something I have to do.

Anthony counted to three and I cracked my fingers.

Even with decreased movement, Anthony quickly lunged at the taller enemy. He attacked with a big right overhand punch. The enemy was surprised but he was able to step out of range. Before the enemy could bring his hands up to defend, Anthony took a large step forward and drove his shoulder into the enemy's chest, slamming him into the wall, where he started landing solid punches into his gut, over and over again.

Anthony had trained from a very young age in several martial arts. He was a very skilled fighter with refined, precise techniques. He had attempted to teach me, but I never got even close to his skill level. His fighting sense and experience allows him to easily assess a situation and chose the best course of action. I could tell Anthony knew how dangerous these guys were, so he probably thought it was best to catch them off guard. I followed Anthony's lead and quickly dove forward at the smaller enemy.

I don't need to win the fight. I just need to get everyone out of here safely. Right now, all I need to do is disarm him.

I grabbed his wrist with my left hand and held his gun hand against his chest, the gun caught under the jacket and I hit him twice more with my right hand, square in the chest. Hoping the hits had immobilised him for a second, I attempted to reach for the gun, to disarm him.

He quickly grabbed my hand, drew me in closer and swiftly brought a fist to my ribs causing a sudden gush of pain that jolted throughout my body. I stumbled backwards and took a deep breath. It hurt my ribcage. I exhaled, inhaled again, inched my arms under me and cradled my aching ribs. My head swam. I felt my stomach tighten, my arms losing tension and my legs weaken. Everything blurred for a minute.

He's really strong. How the hell did Anthony toss this guy?!

My vision came back into focus again as I blinked rapidly. I inhaled some more and felt a little steadier. My eyes focused a little better. I could see the snow all around us and the heavy boot footprints embedded in layers that laid below us.

"I would like to avoid killing you guys, so I'll say this once again," the shorter man said, "Give us Emma."

"I've already told you," I replied with a smile, "She isn't ours to give, and she isn't yours to take either."

I glanced over at Emma who was still in shock.

"Reset," She whispered as she touched her arm.

Her water eyes grew even larger as she tried to comprehend the situation in front of her. Shock and fear were written all over her face. Her entire body shivering in fear.