Chapter 11 in which Sarah rescues a companion...
My life thus far has truly been one of sheer unexpected rubbish, piled with ridiculous accidents and misguided intentions, and I'm pretty sure it actually does hate me.
I think people tend to blame God for their misfortunes, when the answer is rather clear.
Life hates them. Life hates everyone.
Kind've a jerk. And it wears it with no shame.
In my case...life REALLY hates me.
Cuz I all too frequently think things are going perfectly fine, until I suddenly look down and see the pathetic little problem, annoyingly laying there in pain and despair, pointlessly bringing me unnecessary peril and aches to my head and heart, and I all the while stand there in confusion and frustration as I have to let it all be so, cuz it's 'all part of life'.
And I just find myself standing there tiredly, with a mere second to ponder on the question...
why?
The pathetic little problem in this particular episode of "Life Hates Me", would be the Master..
the pain and despair he was annoyingly laying in was him curled up into a shriveling ball, holding his no-doubt throbbing insides and coughing viciously each time the brutes around him kicked him hard in the stomach with little signs indicating they would show compassion or mercy.
The pointless and unnecessary perils and aches to my head and heart were my eardrums ringing from their shrilly, harsh voices screaming and cussing at him, merely to just scream and cuss..
in turn bringing me a massively unwelcome headache, in turn making my heart jump at each assault they performed on the hooded punk.
With a secondary headache growing from the annoying crowd of people trying to get closer to watch the action, and making so much noise, I myself wanted to scream.
As for standing in confusion and frustration..when I realized that absolutely no one was rushing to jump in and help my comrade, I looked around frantically for any sign of the others..
they were no where in sight.
And I made a second realization that I, a mere tiny 5'5 girl, was the only hope against these ugly ruffians that were taller, stronger and arguably more hot-tempered than me.
I would have to be the one to save the Master.
Putting my life on the line for someone who would never do the same for me.
And to this, lovely readers, I say....crud.
"Why isn't anyone stopping this?!" I unintentionally screamed.
"The gangs have always ruled these parts!" The old man exclaimed. "They've put us all in a state of fear! We can't fight back, we're too weak!"
"BULLHORNS! You people could turn into a STAMPEDE!"
"W-well......Thorton's men take care of all that for us!"
I immediately shot my head at him, "And do you see them?!"
He tightened his shoulders, then swallowed hard, as he realized they were, indeed, no where in sight.
He blinked at me in guilt and panic. And all I could do was roll my eyes in reply.
I wasted no more time, standing around, being useless.
I sucked in a huge wad of air through my nose..then stomped right up to them.
Fists curled..spirit prepared..it was time to lay down the law on these fools.
I was ready to deliver a massive punch to one or each of their faces to get 'em to back off..but that's when one of the idiots began to chatter.
Chattering leads to leaked information. Leaked information leads to clues.
And if I was searching for information, this was it.
I, of course, kept on approaching them, all the while listening to his annoying voice that boomed throughout the market. The one stepped to Master and hit him hard with a lead pipe, before opening his ugly mouth once more, grinning smugly and excitedly by the thrills beating someone down to the ground brought him. "You never shoulda come here, fool! You know we gotta kill you! And that's a real unfortunate circumstance for us to out our own kind....unless, you know, you decide to wise up and tell us where that kid o' your's is!"
kid??? sayeth what?
Master merely groaned, too pained to answer with words and he continued to cling to his stomach, choking here and there.
"What was that?" The Pipe Punk mocked, sticking his ear out and getting a step closer to him as if he couldn't hear him. They all chuckled at this.
"What'd you say, blondy? Speak up!"
Hey now, that's MY nickname for him. Get your own, homey.
"Eh, never mind..you just tell me where your new buddies are, and that goes for your pesky little royal, too!"
Gasp..!!
"See, our bosses, they don't like you messing their plans up, man. Hopping world to world, saving folks...it ain't right.. especially coming from a man of your reputation! I'd hate to waste such a greatly admired villain..one of my own kind, ya know..but...it's gotta stop..now."
Oh, something's gonna stop, plumber boy...it just ain't what you think.
He stood over Master, itching to take more action. "One last chance, moron. Don't waste it."
....Master wasted it.
The Pipe Punk wasted no more time and hastily sucked in a breath, as he lifted his arm up.
Immediately, he thrusted it down directly towards Master's head.......that is, right before I zoomed forward and caught his arm in a flash, holding it in mid-air by his pipe-wielding wrist.
Silence fell all around at that second.
He and his goons all whipped their heads at me and gawked, eyes widening, like appropriate dummies, as they stared at me with mass confusion.
I cocked my head at the guy and smiled sweetly, twinkling my large bright eyes, that slightly squinted from the bright light above, two little objects that seemed to appeal greatly to men, idk why, me trying to look as innocent and cute as possible, but I'm sure my smugness was seeping out and I just looked like a cocky little leprechaun.
"That's not very nice," I sweetly stated, trying to not appear like myself.
At the sound of my voice, Master grunted and struggled to bring his head up just to squint at me, his mouth agape. But I only gave him a quick glance, silently telling him to remain quiet.
My eyes returned to the Pipe Punk. "Now I know he might be a loudmouthed, egotistical, irritating son of a moist cake, but he just so happens to be MY loudmouthed, egotistical, irritating son of a moist cake, so I don't really appreciate you beating him like a drum."
Well..despite basically handing them my identity with a bow on top, that didn't ding any dongs,
so these alley cats were definitely unbright little oysters, cuz they didn't pick up right then who the hay I was.
The Pipe Punk squinted his eyes and scrunched his face unattractively at me, then glanced at my hand on his wrist, looking as if I was steadily spreading a disease.
"Go on, wench, this don't concern you."
I once again cocked my head, "Oh really?"
"Yeah, really. Scram."
"Oh, very well, then." I released my grip and his arm fell down to his side.
As he tightened and worked his shoulder to relax the muscles, giving me a deathly judging glare in the process, I cleared my throat and stepped away, turning around, as if I were about to leave.
...Then I swung back around. "But I mean, I'm only the girl that braved an entire legion of Orcs, survived an enormous dragon, slayed Azog the Defiler, saved Middle Earth, rescued Tinker Bell, outsmarted Pan and Hook, successfully flew via pixie dust, and subsequently saved Neverland all in the same week."
And this, my friends, wound up clicking in the minds around me.
And their annoyed little faces turned to the welcoming look of alarm.
The Pipe Punk, in particular, seemed to be transfixed on me.
They now knew who I was.
I formed a devious grin as my eyes landed right on their little leader.
"I'm the pesky little royal."
The slight shift of my head and flexed eyebrow I did as I said that brought out the snark in me.
With it, the atmosphere changed.
I could almost feel their hearts pump faster and faster.
They all looked at one another, half ready to jump into action, half ready to run.
I could tell, they were completely thrown off-guard.
That's when Pipe Punk looked to his men, as I too looked at them (while still keeping him in the corner of my eye, of course), and he "discreetly" gave them a signal to take me out, performing a couple of quick slit gestures infront of his neck. While most slightly nodded with straight faces in silent obedience, a few grinned demonically and turned their eyes at me, hungry to do the same to me as they did Master.
Master was no fool..he saw what was about to happen and started to struggle to get up, but just as soon as he did, he fell right back down. He was just too darn weak to even look at me anymore.
He remained sprawled out on the ground, his dark eyes closed, his hands still painfully clinging to his stomach. I know it sounds silly, but I actually felt bad for him.
He's been behaving, for the most part, and putting up with me this long,
he has earned my sympathy, poor chap.
But Master would have to wait for my concern and my assistance, for I now faced an impending skirmish with some not-so-poor chaps.
Yes, they were about to gang up on a 5'5 girl all on her own, merely trying to look out for her weakened companion. They had already kicked a person when they were down, I think we've established that these guys are class acts.
Was I scared? Nah.
Concerned? Mm, well, I was preparing myself, that's for sure.
There were about ten of them completely surrounding me, so I WAS a bit edgy.
I had faced Orcs, pirates and a dragon, so now having to face a bunch of men that looked slightly trained in more modern forms of combat..yeah...a little edgy.
But did I show it?
naw.
I covered it all with a huge grin, twinkling blue eyes, looking at every one of them with severe cockiness. Nearly beckoning them to come at me....do your worst.
I hadn't gotten into a fight in awhile. This would be fun.
And as if an angry Japanese man yelled,
FIGHT!
we all at once IMMEDIATELY jumped into action, with all the imbeciles swarming me within a second. The crowd gasped at the sudden outburst and many women screamed, fully expecting me to be instantly overcome. But to everyone's surprise, I am a fighter.
The first goon that grabbed at me was met with a swift elbow to the face, which sent him quickly staggering back, holding his nose, where I immediately turned to the next and delivered flashy punches to his arm, stomach, ear, face, then throat, and he choked, collapsing to the ground, where I kicked him in the mid-section, causing him to roll away in heaving pain.
The next tried to charge me, but I instinctively jumped out of the way, with just enough time for him to pass me, then I snatched him by his hair, which he yelped at, and brought him down hard, kneeing his innards, which made him gasp in shock and he fell down, eyes widening, his hands clinging to his stomach. The next ones, like utter gentlemen, took me from behind.
The bigger one with huge muscles grabbed and pulled me in close, while the other more weaselly one ran towards me and prepared to hit me. But I hurriedly kicked him back to stun him, then brought my legs up, planting them against the fool's chest, and I ran up his body like a wall, finally kicking off of him and flinging myself backwards like I was a human swing, right over my assailant's shoulders.
Stunning the two, I climbed up the bulky one's back and wrapped my arm around his neck, then, well, I gave his head a quick jerk. It didn't snap it completely, but it was enough for him to fall and become paralyzed.
The other recovered and yelled in fury, once again trying to lunge at me, but I jumped off of the downed goon's body and brought my fist up high to land a powered punch to the idiot's face, where I essentially sucker-punched him.
He staggered back, stunned, and before he got a chance to recover again, I roundhouse kicked him aggressively right in the chest, which sent him flying backward right into a table of fruits and veggies, breaking it in half, ending with him sliding down unconscious.
That was four down, one still clinging onto his nose, screeching in pain like a big "burly man".
These guys were the pinnacle founders of the phrase, "Dish it out, but can't take it".
Obviously, they were not impervious to pain. They were the type that preys on things not willing to fight back. And then they met me.
Too bad, so sad. Five more to go.
The people eventually stopped gasping and screaming and were now instead starting to cheer.
One big muscly man even detained the crying nose-man from behind and wound up dragging him out of the fight for good. Oh, that's okay, I'll just get the rest, thanks.
The next four wasted no time coming at me.
They even pulled out their knives and their chains, hoping to intimidate me, but I only grinned in reply and charged towards them, leaping up to one and punching him right in the face to stun him, as I then jumped up on him and swung him around, kicking another's face which sent him back, and I brought us at full dizzying motion until he staggered and I slammed him directly into the ground.
As he fell, I jumped off and kicked at him, rolled away as another swung his knife at me, me meanwhile snatching the chain of the downed goon, and as I rose, I whipped out the chain, wrapping it around the knifed goon's wrist and with a swift tug, he yelped in pain as his wrist was twisted and he was disarmed. I jumped forward, grabbed the knife, punched the dude in the face and threw the knife at the other guy's leg, who cried out in pain, dropping his own weapon.
"Thank you!" I threw out, in regards to them bringing me free weapons. (:
I turned back to the dude and punched him a few times, kicking him by the chest and once he fell back towards the knifed one, I slid right between them and repeatedly knocked their heads together.
Until, finally, they were knocked out- ha ha- and fell right to the ground.
I heard something scuffle towards me, so I immediately ducked..good thing, too, cuz the one responsible had swung his knife right where my head was.
While I was down there, I kicked him off balance and he came crashing down.
I leapt up as he struggled up, so I kicked his knife away, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up just a tad, then headbutted him.
He croaked and went cross-eyed and I delivered one single punch that made him fall back down and peace out into dreamland. The goons were now out of the fight.
The last lackey falling, I slowly rose and turned my head right around to face the Pipe Punk.
Who had cowardly snuck around us all back infront of Master to watch as his men dealt with me themselves. Maybe he was thinking about what happened to Azog, and was unsure of himself.
Swarming alongside his men probably would've been a better idea.
Cuz if I can take 9 out on my own, you can be sure I can go one-on-one with a scrawny pipe-wielding scaredy-cat.
He was staring at me with wide eyes, swallowing one too many times.
I smirked at him and turned my body around to start stepping in his direction, lifting my arms up.
"What's the matter, bro? I thought you wanted to meet me? Or am I..not what you were expecting?..then you should be more careful now with who you pick your fights with."
He softly shook his head. "Y--you're just a girl...a stupid human girl."
"Ah, but I'm NOT your typical girl. I've been dealing with punks like you since I was 7 years old. My fear of you died with the kid you broke down."
I lowered my chin, still staring at him, and a dark streak entered my gaze.
"I've been immune to you ever since."
He gulped. Rightly so.
Because I was just about done being entertained by the situation.
I lifted my hands up, then extended my arms wide, raising my eyebrows to indicate to him that I was willing to let the fight slide now. I even tilted my head and shook it.
But this guy? He can't take a message, apparently.
He growled at me..yes, growled..and charged at me, resuming the fight.
I rolled my eyes in response, as he curled his fists and sneered with anger.
Oh well. I warned him.
He lunged forward with a roar and instantly swung at me as he got close enough, but I ducked in fast motion underneath his arm and I gave his legs a kick to knock his balance, but he recovered as he fell and spun right around. Once again, he charged and swung his arms at me so fast and so repeatedly, it took all my concentration to focus on dodging and blocking his coming attacks.
He got me a couple of times and knocked the wind out've me, so he grinned at this small success, able to do something the others could not. He now went for my face and my heart area, trying to distract me with false attacks and annoying pauses, aiming at my lower side, when he was actually targeting my upper section. But I wound up turning the tables and serving him a nasty uppercut to the jaw.
He crowed as his head was knocked backwards, but I didn't give him any time to recover just to jump back into the fight. I was bored with him and his goons, so I swirled behind him, twisted his arm, making him scream, and I kicked him down by his back, causing him to fall face-first into the ground.
It took only a few seconds for him to get back up, spitting out tiny rocks, and stumble back on his feet just to come at me again. I, meanwhile, had dashed down to the ground a few feet from us, grabbed the object infront of me, and just as he turned, I turned, and POW!
His head snapped to one side as it came into painful, powerful contact with a swung lead pipe.
The very one he had chosen as a weapon.
And just like his pipe, his body dropped to the ground.
And he went unconscious.
So ended the fight.
I looked around at the mini-minefield of fallen hooligans and let out a breath, before turning back to Pipe Punk with a huff. "Idiot."
I dropped the pipe, sighed and dusted my hands off.
Moving on to other matters, I turned to the Master, who was still laying on the ground, eyes closed, and I suddenly had a rush of worry come over me on whether this was more severe than I thought.
But I kept my cool and calmly started walking back to him until I stood over his spread out body.
"You okay?"
This at once triggered his attention and his eyes opened, faintly mind you, at last turning his head at me. "......Demens.................you're not..dead?"
I crinkled my eyebrows at this, offensively. "Thank you for your lack of faith in my fighting skills, you troll. Any broken bones?"
He weakly shook his head. I grunted, "Too bad."
I eased my position and rested my hand against my holster, housing a gun I never had to use once in the fight, and I rolled my tongue against the inside of my cheek as I stared down at the Timelord with disapproval. "Very rude of you, ya know, letting a girl do all the work. What was up with that? You coulda easily creamed those creeps in 10 seconds flat. Why didn't you defend yourself?"
He coughed and wheezed and struggled to sit up. "Too much...attention.."
"Well, you got it. Great going. Now I have to take care of you. Which means we're stuck here even longer. Considering you're in no condition to fly the T.A.R.D.I.S.. What the frick were you doing even coming out alone? I thought you were letting ME handle things!"
He coughed again, "I was..hungry..they recognized me...and jumped me.."
"Well, that's fantastic. But ya know what's even MORE fantastic?"
I lowered a bit and whispered to him. "The fact that it's just you and me."
I then perked my body right up and looked all around to loudly yell, "Where are those imbeciles?!"
"Present"
I swung around.
There stood the rest of the party. Bane standing in the middle, his arms crossed, Jim to his left, sucking a slurpy through a huge blue straw, and Joker to his right, munching on a hotdog wrapped in white translucent paper with faint red stripes detailing it.
I gave them such a look of disapproval like an upset mother finding her wandering kids, and my arms immediately flung out as I began to approach them. "WHAT EVEN?!"
I got even closer, "How long have you been standing there?!"
Jim ceased his sucking for two seconds to open his mouth, "What answer would you like best?"
I scowled at him, "You clods were standing there the wHOLE TIME?!"
They didn't answer. They didn't have to.
I snarled with major frustration, squeezing my hands into fists.
"You--you---YOU MULES!!! YOU LET ME TAKE ON ALL THOSE PUNKS ON MY OWN?!"
Bane shrugged, "You dealt with the matter with superb combat skills, miss Demens. There was no need for our assistance."
I flailed, "I ONLY DID ALL THAT CUZ I HAD TO!!! HENCE WHY I WAS LOOKING AROUND FOR YOU THREE!!!"
My life thus far has truly been one of sheer unexpected rubbish, piled with ridiculous accidents and misguided intentions, and I'm pretty sure it actually does hate me.
I think people tend to blame God for their misfortunes, when the answer is rather clear.
Life hates them. Life hates everyone.
Kind've a jerk. And it wears it with no shame.
In my case...life REALLY hates me.
Cuz I all too frequently think things are going perfectly fine, until I suddenly look down and see the pathetic little problem, annoyingly laying there in pain and despair, pointlessly bringing me unnecessary peril and aches to my head and heart, and I all the while stand there in confusion and frustration as I have to let it all be so, cuz it's 'all part of life'.
And I just find myself standing there tiredly, with a mere second to ponder on the question...
why?
The pathetic little problem in this particular episode of "Life Hates Me", would be the Master..
the pain and despair he was annoyingly laying in was him curled up into a shriveling ball, holding his no-doubt throbbing insides and coughing viciously each time the brutes around him kicked him hard in the stomach with little signs indicating they would show compassion or mercy.
The pointless and unnecessary perils and aches to my head and heart were my eardrums ringing from their shrilly, harsh voices screaming and cussing at him, merely to just scream and cuss..
in turn bringing me a massively unwelcome headache, in turn making my heart jump at each assault they performed on the hooded punk.
With a secondary headache growing from the annoying crowd of people trying to get closer to watch the action, and making so much noise, I myself wanted to scream.
As for standing in confusion and frustration..when I realized that absolutely no one was rushing to jump in and help my comrade, I looked around frantically for any sign of the others..
they were no where in sight.
And I made a second realization that I, a mere tiny 5'5 girl, was the only hope against these ugly ruffians that were taller, stronger and arguably more hot-tempered than me.
I would have to be the one to save the Master.
Putting my life on the line for someone who would never do the same for me.
And to this, lovely readers, I say....crud.
"Why isn't anyone stopping this?!" I unintentionally screamed.
"The gangs have always ruled these parts!" The old man exclaimed. "They've put us all in a state of fear! We can't fight back, we're too weak!"
"BULLHORNS! You people could turn into a STAMPEDE!"
"W-well......Thorton's men take care of all that for us!"
I immediately shot my head at him, "And do you see them?!"
He tightened his shoulders, then swallowed hard, as he realized they were, indeed, no where in sight.
He blinked at me in guilt and panic. And all I could do was roll my eyes in reply.
I wasted no more time, standing around, being useless.
I sucked in a huge wad of air through my nose..then stomped right up to them.
Fists curled..spirit prepared..it was time to lay down the law on these fools.
I was ready to deliver a massive punch to one or each of their faces to get 'em to back off..but that's when one of the idiots began to chatter.
Chattering leads to leaked information. Leaked information leads to clues.
And if I was searching for information, this was it.
I, of course, kept on approaching them, all the while listening to his annoying voice that boomed throughout the market. The one stepped to Master and hit him hard with a lead pipe, before opening his ugly mouth once more, grinning smugly and excitedly by the thrills beating someone down to the ground brought him. "You never shoulda come here, fool! You know we gotta kill you! And that's a real unfortunate circumstance for us to out our own kind....unless, you know, you decide to wise up and tell us where that kid o' your's is!"
kid??? sayeth what?
Master merely groaned, too pained to answer with words and he continued to cling to his stomach, choking here and there.
"What was that?" The Pipe Punk mocked, sticking his ear out and getting a step closer to him as if he couldn't hear him. They all chuckled at this.
"What'd you say, blondy? Speak up!"
Hey now, that's MY nickname for him. Get your own, homey.
"Eh, never mind..you just tell me where your new buddies are, and that goes for your pesky little royal, too!"
Gasp..!!
"See, our bosses, they don't like you messing their plans up, man. Hopping world to world, saving folks...it ain't right.. especially coming from a man of your reputation! I'd hate to waste such a greatly admired villain..one of my own kind, ya know..but...it's gotta stop..now."
Oh, something's gonna stop, plumber boy...it just ain't what you think.
He stood over Master, itching to take more action. "One last chance, moron. Don't waste it."
....Master wasted it.
The Pipe Punk wasted no more time and hastily sucked in a breath, as he lifted his arm up.
Immediately, he thrusted it down directly towards Master's head.......that is, right before I zoomed forward and caught his arm in a flash, holding it in mid-air by his pipe-wielding wrist.
Silence fell all around at that second.
He and his goons all whipped their heads at me and gawked, eyes widening, like appropriate dummies, as they stared at me with mass confusion.
I cocked my head at the guy and smiled sweetly, twinkling my large bright eyes, that slightly squinted from the bright light above, two little objects that seemed to appeal greatly to men, idk why, me trying to look as innocent and cute as possible, but I'm sure my smugness was seeping out and I just looked like a cocky little leprechaun.
"That's not very nice," I sweetly stated, trying to not appear like myself.
At the sound of my voice, Master grunted and struggled to bring his head up just to squint at me, his mouth agape. But I only gave him a quick glance, silently telling him to remain quiet.
My eyes returned to the Pipe Punk. "Now I know he might be a loudmouthed, egotistical, irritating son of a moist cake, but he just so happens to be MY loudmouthed, egotistical, irritating son of a moist cake, so I don't really appreciate you beating him like a drum."
Well..despite basically handing them my identity with a bow on top, that didn't ding any dongs,
so these alley cats were definitely unbright little oysters, cuz they didn't pick up right then who the hay I was.
The Pipe Punk squinted his eyes and scrunched his face unattractively at me, then glanced at my hand on his wrist, looking as if I was steadily spreading a disease.
"Go on, wench, this don't concern you."
I once again cocked my head, "Oh really?"
"Yeah, really. Scram."
"Oh, very well, then." I released my grip and his arm fell down to his side.
As he tightened and worked his shoulder to relax the muscles, giving me a deathly judging glare in the process, I cleared my throat and stepped away, turning around, as if I were about to leave.
...Then I swung back around. "But I mean, I'm only the girl that braved an entire legion of Orcs, survived an enormous dragon, slayed Azog the Defiler, saved Middle Earth, rescued Tinker Bell, outsmarted Pan and Hook, successfully flew via pixie dust, and subsequently saved Neverland all in the same week."
And this, my friends, wound up clicking in the minds around me.
And their annoyed little faces turned to the welcoming look of alarm.
The Pipe Punk, in particular, seemed to be transfixed on me.
They now knew who I was.
I formed a devious grin as my eyes landed right on their little leader.
"I'm the pesky little royal."
The slight shift of my head and flexed eyebrow I did as I said that brought out the snark in me.
With it, the atmosphere changed.
I could almost feel their hearts pump faster and faster.
They all looked at one another, half ready to jump into action, half ready to run.
I could tell, they were completely thrown off-guard.
That's when Pipe Punk looked to his men, as I too looked at them (while still keeping him in the corner of my eye, of course), and he "discreetly" gave them a signal to take me out, performing a couple of quick slit gestures infront of his neck. While most slightly nodded with straight faces in silent obedience, a few grinned demonically and turned their eyes at me, hungry to do the same to me as they did Master.
Master was no fool..he saw what was about to happen and started to struggle to get up, but just as soon as he did, he fell right back down. He was just too darn weak to even look at me anymore.
He remained sprawled out on the ground, his dark eyes closed, his hands still painfully clinging to his stomach. I know it sounds silly, but I actually felt bad for him.
He's been behaving, for the most part, and putting up with me this long,
he has earned my sympathy, poor chap.
But Master would have to wait for my concern and my assistance, for I now faced an impending skirmish with some not-so-poor chaps.
Yes, they were about to gang up on a 5'5 girl all on her own, merely trying to look out for her weakened companion. They had already kicked a person when they were down, I think we've established that these guys are class acts.
Was I scared? Nah.
Concerned? Mm, well, I was preparing myself, that's for sure.
There were about ten of them completely surrounding me, so I WAS a bit edgy.
I had faced Orcs, pirates and a dragon, so now having to face a bunch of men that looked slightly trained in more modern forms of combat..yeah...a little edgy.
But did I show it?
naw.
I covered it all with a huge grin, twinkling blue eyes, looking at every one of them with severe cockiness. Nearly beckoning them to come at me....do your worst.
I hadn't gotten into a fight in awhile. This would be fun.
And as if an angry Japanese man yelled,
FIGHT!
we all at once IMMEDIATELY jumped into action, with all the imbeciles swarming me within a second. The crowd gasped at the sudden outburst and many women screamed, fully expecting me to be instantly overcome. But to everyone's surprise, I am a fighter.
The first goon that grabbed at me was met with a swift elbow to the face, which sent him quickly staggering back, holding his nose, where I immediately turned to the next and delivered flashy punches to his arm, stomach, ear, face, then throat, and he choked, collapsing to the ground, where I kicked him in the mid-section, causing him to roll away in heaving pain.
The next tried to charge me, but I instinctively jumped out of the way, with just enough time for him to pass me, then I snatched him by his hair, which he yelped at, and brought him down hard, kneeing his innards, which made him gasp in shock and he fell down, eyes widening, his hands clinging to his stomach. The next ones, like utter gentlemen, took me from behind.
The bigger one with huge muscles grabbed and pulled me in close, while the other more weaselly one ran towards me and prepared to hit me. But I hurriedly kicked him back to stun him, then brought my legs up, planting them against the fool's chest, and I ran up his body like a wall, finally kicking off of him and flinging myself backwards like I was a human swing, right over my assailant's shoulders.
Stunning the two, I climbed up the bulky one's back and wrapped my arm around his neck, then, well, I gave his head a quick jerk. It didn't snap it completely, but it was enough for him to fall and become paralyzed.
The other recovered and yelled in fury, once again trying to lunge at me, but I jumped off of the downed goon's body and brought my fist up high to land a powered punch to the idiot's face, where I essentially sucker-punched him.
He staggered back, stunned, and before he got a chance to recover again, I roundhouse kicked him aggressively right in the chest, which sent him flying backward right into a table of fruits and veggies, breaking it in half, ending with him sliding down unconscious.
That was four down, one still clinging onto his nose, screeching in pain like a big "burly man".
These guys were the pinnacle founders of the phrase, "Dish it out, but can't take it".
Obviously, they were not impervious to pain. They were the type that preys on things not willing to fight back. And then they met me.
Too bad, so sad. Five more to go.
The people eventually stopped gasping and screaming and were now instead starting to cheer.
One big muscly man even detained the crying nose-man from behind and wound up dragging him out of the fight for good. Oh, that's okay, I'll just get the rest, thanks.
The next four wasted no time coming at me.
They even pulled out their knives and their chains, hoping to intimidate me, but I only grinned in reply and charged towards them, leaping up to one and punching him right in the face to stun him, as I then jumped up on him and swung him around, kicking another's face which sent him back, and I brought us at full dizzying motion until he staggered and I slammed him directly into the ground.
As he fell, I jumped off and kicked at him, rolled away as another swung his knife at me, me meanwhile snatching the chain of the downed goon, and as I rose, I whipped out the chain, wrapping it around the knifed goon's wrist and with a swift tug, he yelped in pain as his wrist was twisted and he was disarmed. I jumped forward, grabbed the knife, punched the dude in the face and threw the knife at the other guy's leg, who cried out in pain, dropping his own weapon.
"Thank you!" I threw out, in regards to them bringing me free weapons. (:
I turned back to the dude and punched him a few times, kicking him by the chest and once he fell back towards the knifed one, I slid right between them and repeatedly knocked their heads together.
Until, finally, they were knocked out- ha ha- and fell right to the ground.
I heard something scuffle towards me, so I immediately ducked..good thing, too, cuz the one responsible had swung his knife right where my head was.
While I was down there, I kicked him off balance and he came crashing down.
I leapt up as he struggled up, so I kicked his knife away, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up just a tad, then headbutted him.
He croaked and went cross-eyed and I delivered one single punch that made him fall back down and peace out into dreamland. The goons were now out of the fight.
The last lackey falling, I slowly rose and turned my head right around to face the Pipe Punk.
Who had cowardly snuck around us all back infront of Master to watch as his men dealt with me themselves. Maybe he was thinking about what happened to Azog, and was unsure of himself.
Swarming alongside his men probably would've been a better idea.
Cuz if I can take 9 out on my own, you can be sure I can go one-on-one with a scrawny pipe-wielding scaredy-cat.
He was staring at me with wide eyes, swallowing one too many times.
I smirked at him and turned my body around to start stepping in his direction, lifting my arms up.
"What's the matter, bro? I thought you wanted to meet me? Or am I..not what you were expecting?..then you should be more careful now with who you pick your fights with."
He softly shook his head. "Y--you're just a girl...a stupid human girl."
"Ah, but I'm NOT your typical girl. I've been dealing with punks like you since I was 7 years old. My fear of you died with the kid you broke down."
I lowered my chin, still staring at him, and a dark streak entered my gaze.
"I've been immune to you ever since."
He gulped. Rightly so.
Because I was just about done being entertained by the situation.
I lifted my hands up, then extended my arms wide, raising my eyebrows to indicate to him that I was willing to let the fight slide now. I even tilted my head and shook it.
But this guy? He can't take a message, apparently.
He growled at me..yes, growled..and charged at me, resuming the fight.
I rolled my eyes in response, as he curled his fists and sneered with anger.
Oh well. I warned him.
He lunged forward with a roar and instantly swung at me as he got close enough, but I ducked in fast motion underneath his arm and I gave his legs a kick to knock his balance, but he recovered as he fell and spun right around. Once again, he charged and swung his arms at me so fast and so repeatedly, it took all my concentration to focus on dodging and blocking his coming attacks.
He got me a couple of times and knocked the wind out've me, so he grinned at this small success, able to do something the others could not. He now went for my face and my heart area, trying to distract me with false attacks and annoying pauses, aiming at my lower side, when he was actually targeting my upper section. But I wound up turning the tables and serving him a nasty uppercut to the jaw.
He crowed as his head was knocked backwards, but I didn't give him any time to recover just to jump back into the fight. I was bored with him and his goons, so I swirled behind him, twisted his arm, making him scream, and I kicked him down by his back, causing him to fall face-first into the ground.
It took only a few seconds for him to get back up, spitting out tiny rocks, and stumble back on his feet just to come at me again. I, meanwhile, had dashed down to the ground a few feet from us, grabbed the object infront of me, and just as he turned, I turned, and POW!
His head snapped to one side as it came into painful, powerful contact with a swung lead pipe.
The very one he had chosen as a weapon.
And just like his pipe, his body dropped to the ground.
And he went unconscious.
So ended the fight.
I looked around at the mini-minefield of fallen hooligans and let out a breath, before turning back to Pipe Punk with a huff. "Idiot."
I dropped the pipe, sighed and dusted my hands off.
Moving on to other matters, I turned to the Master, who was still laying on the ground, eyes closed, and I suddenly had a rush of worry come over me on whether this was more severe than I thought.
But I kept my cool and calmly started walking back to him until I stood over his spread out body.
"You okay?"
This at once triggered his attention and his eyes opened, faintly mind you, at last turning his head at me. "......Demens.................you're not..dead?"
I crinkled my eyebrows at this, offensively. "Thank you for your lack of faith in my fighting skills, you troll. Any broken bones?"
He weakly shook his head. I grunted, "Too bad."
I eased my position and rested my hand against my holster, housing a gun I never had to use once in the fight, and I rolled my tongue against the inside of my cheek as I stared down at the Timelord with disapproval. "Very rude of you, ya know, letting a girl do all the work. What was up with that? You coulda easily creamed those creeps in 10 seconds flat. Why didn't you defend yourself?"
He coughed and wheezed and struggled to sit up. "Too much...attention.."
"Well, you got it. Great going. Now I have to take care of you. Which means we're stuck here even longer. Considering you're in no condition to fly the T.A.R.D.I.S.. What the frick were you doing even coming out alone? I thought you were letting ME handle things!"
He coughed again, "I was..hungry..they recognized me...and jumped me.."
"Well, that's fantastic. But ya know what's even MORE fantastic?"
I lowered a bit and whispered to him. "The fact that it's just you and me."
I then perked my body right up and looked all around to loudly yell, "Where are those imbeciles?!"
"Present"
I swung around.
There stood the rest of the party. Bane standing in the middle, his arms crossed, Jim to his left, sucking a slurpy through a huge blue straw, and Joker to his right, munching on a hotdog wrapped in white translucent paper with faint red stripes detailing it.
I gave them such a look of disapproval like an upset mother finding her wandering kids, and my arms immediately flung out as I began to approach them. "WHAT EVEN?!"
I got even closer, "How long have you been standing there?!"
Jim ceased his sucking for two seconds to open his mouth, "What answer would you like best?"
I scowled at him, "You clods were standing there the wHOLE TIME?!"
They didn't answer. They didn't have to.
I snarled with major frustration, squeezing my hands into fists.
"You--you---YOU MULES!!! YOU LET ME TAKE ON ALL THOSE PUNKS ON MY OWN?!"
Bane shrugged, "You dealt with the matter with superb combat skills, miss Demens. There was no need for our assistance."
I flailed, "I ONLY DID ALL THAT CUZ I HAD TO!!! HENCE WHY I WAS LOOKING AROUND FOR YOU THREE!!!"
Joker paused as he chewed and swallowed and looked at the others like they were his brothers, seeking an excuse to back up his story. "I didn't see that. Did YOU two see that?"
Jim again stopped slurping and opened his mouth, "I didn't see that." (and he proceeded to slurp),
with Bane giving a slow shake of the head.
NEVER BEFORE IN ALL MY 19 YEARS...but I let my anger subside.
"Very well.." I said with a growl, cricking my neck. I strongly fought off the urge to call them names.
"Thanks to you......wonderfully considerate gentlemen declining to assist our very good companion in fighting off those ruffians...I have to tend to his wounds and nurse him back to his good-- apologies, I mean EVIL-- self.." Yes, I was saying all this with polite sarcasm. In the kind of tone you do when you're aggressively being cute and a jerk at the same time.
I pointed, "Which means YOU have to carry him back to the T.A.R.D.I.S.!"
Jim lowered his brows and opened his mouth, "Why us?!"
I shot my limp little arms up. "Have you seen these little noodle arms?! Get real!"
Joker shrugged as he finished his hotdog, crumbled the wrapper, tossed it over his shoulder, then pulled another meat noodle out from his pocket. "I'm busy."
He opened his mouth wide for a bite, right before I lunged at him, snatched it from his grasp and ripped out a huge chunk of it with my teeth and chewed aggressively and unattractively at him.
His mouth fell all the way open.
"Not anymore." I mumbled with a full mouth and casually passed right by them.
They each looked at one another in shock and confusion and I almost choked on my dog from the laughter it unleashed within me.
~ ~
As soon as I stepped through the T.A.R.D.I.S. doors, I had a cool chill run down my spine as I felt the refreshing touch of the AC blast me with cold.
I stood there for a second, embracing the temperature and smiling that such a thing as cold exists.
It reminded me of when my dad and I used to stand infront of the blasting fans placed at the entrance of the fruit section of Costco. Fortunately, I could stand here for as long as I want, and not have to leave cuz of impatient, nosy people. When I felt refreshed enough, I stepped further into the room and immediately headed for the fridge, which was currently filled with pizza, Pepsi and other glorious foods. I reached in and stole me a bottle and a cold slice of pizza and at once started eating.
I'll be honest, I was starved. Especially after such a big, abrupt fight.
And I wagered I wouldn't have enough time to heat up my meal, so, cold pizza it was.
I wandered about the room as I steadily munched and chugged.
I either enjoy my food while sitting or enjoy it while walking, another thing I picked up from my dad, so I was completely comfortable with this arrangement, and was actually enjoying myself quite a bit.
That is, until the front doors were swung wide open, slamming against the walls, and I spun around, my mouth crammed with food. I had only a few seconds of peace before the boys made it to the ship, obviously. Joker had taken the lead and was currently guiding and clearing the way for Bane and Jim, who were dragging a half-conscious Master behind them by the material on his shoulders.
It was awkward for them to walk like that and even more awkward watching it.
They heaved and hoed and grunted as they tried to pull him, him all the while limp and fading in and out and I'm sorry, I wanted to laugh all over again.
Joker impatiently watched them and looked around the room until his dark eyes landed on me and he snapped his fingers at me, wtheck.
"Girl."
I glared. He pointed at the nearby medical kit, that sat next to a small stack of towels.
"Get some towels and that kit, we need to use those. He's bleeding on the head."
I crinkled my eyebrows as I went to fetch them.
Bleeding on the head? How did THAT occur?
"Good God, how badly did they beat him?"
"Obviously more than we thought. The injury would explain why he keeps losing consciousness. He's out of it."
I handed him the towels and he placed them atop the dinner table, which he cleared of items so the Master could have a place to lay. Jim, out of the two of him and Bane, was struggling the most, as each pull he made stole away his breath and they had to keep taking breaks.
So much for him not getting his hands dirty.
I cocked my head, thinking of saying something, but inevitably decided against it, and instead worked on the end of my pizza.
"Looks like this is it for the old sissy," He let out. "He's a goner. Party of four."
He looked down and shook his head, putting on a very unconvincing sad face that pretty much resembled one of absolute boredom.
"You call him a sissy, yet you're the one that's losing all the breath in your lungs by simply dragging a man across the floor, with the added help of a burly bear such as BANE. Have you any muscles, child?" Joker and Bane both instantly casted him a glare of judgment and he sucked in his lips.
I waved my hand, "Lay him down on the table, we've gotta wake him up."
Joker looked back at the two and waved HIS hand for them to do the same.
They nodded at one another, then grabbed Master by the arms and together they lifted him high enough to slide him onto the table.
I went over to him and positioned his head onto a towel for comfort purposes, before removing my glove and checking his forehead for a fever. He was a little warm, but not hot enough to be life-threatening, so I left him alone for the time being.
"Help me get this off," I said as I started to pull his hoodie's sleeves from his arms.
"Why?" Joker huffed.
"Cuz it has blood on it and I need to wash it. And because I told you to."
My reasoning was reasonable, so him and Bane hopped over to help me remove it.
As we did, shifting him around, moving his body up and down to get the hoodie off, Master stirred and made painful expressions that made me feel guilt.
"Sorry, ol' boy." I whispered to him and pat his shoulder.
His head fell to the side.
"I'm telling you, there's no point in trying to help him. He's dead."
"Stop SAYING that!" I rebuked.
The shamrock made a face at me, "What does it matter? We don't need him."
I held myself over the table with my arms and slowly lifted my head up, steadily moving my eyes over at the three. "Do any of you know how to operate this thing, cuz I sure as heck don't."
At that, they all exchanged glances that were a mix of abrupt concern and realization.
I gave them a "See?" look before lifting myself back up and going around the table.
"Without him, we're stuck here."
Joker shrugged uneasily, his dark eyes falling on the Timelord passed out across the table.
".....Are you 100% sure you can't wing it?"
I shot him a glare. He sighed with a half growl.
"FINE. Whatta ya need us to do then, kid?"
"First thing's first, wake this child up. We need to clean his wound still, but I don't want him losing any more consciousness." I shuffled through the medical kit. "And also make sure he can still remember who he even is."
Bane 'hmm'd' and bent down, grabbing the sides of the Master's head to inspect it,
"Memory loss IS a concern, due to his concussion. The brutes nearly beat him in every place they could."
Jim scratched his chin. "How will we know he's lost all that? Permanent brain damage and sorts?"
Bane let go and stepped back, still staring down at our companion.
"I fear only time will tell."
Joker ran next to him and leaned in super close to the side of Master's head, then snapped his fingers in his ear. "Come on, old timer, wake up. Stop pretending. You're wasting my time."
"J, do me a favor. Go over there."
His head moved up at me, "You said to wake him."
"Wake him, yes, not insult him."
"No, by all means, insult him." Jim cracked a smile.
"You stay out've this, you have no say."
Jim glared at me as Joker chuckled at him.
And suddenly, we all jumped as a loud gasp filled the air; the Timelord shot up and screamed and we screamed and everyone was screaming and I almost grabbed a weapon to beat him with for doing me a heckin' surprise, and he suddenly lunged his body forward and started hitting at everything, yelling and cussing as if he were a rabid rabbit...not that rabbits yell or curse, but you're smart, I think.
"Master, calm down!!" I yelled, hoarsely.
But he persisted to talk over me, "GET AWAY, I'LL FIGHT YOU!! I'LL KILL YOU! ALL OF YOU! YOU DISGUSTING INSECTS!"
He kept swinging his fists wildly, soundlessly screaming, his eyes half-closed.
It was almost humorous.
"Get a hold of yourself, you idiot!" yelled Jim, as he and the others tried to calm him down.
"GET AWAY!! I'LL KILL YOU!!"
And like that, his hands started to spark.
I cringed, "Quick, help me get him under control!!"
They immediately started to grab at his arms, Bane behind him, Jim and Joker at the sides.
But Master instinctively turned right around at Bane as he grabbed at him and frrooofffff!!!!!!!!!!
Bane was violently thrown backwards into the control panel's base, where he knocked out two of the bar stools and fell on his side onto the metal floor, as Master had unleashed a powerful bolt of energy from his hand. Even Jim and Joker got a touch of the power's explosion and they leapt back with a jolt and exclaimed in pain, with pained expressions to match, shaking their hands aggressively.
I jumped forward at the delirious alien to try and calm him down, but as I touched his arm, he swung his head around and shot his hand at me.
I instantaneously felt a wave of electricity ride up my arm, making the whole thing go numb and it shook wildly beyond my control.
"OW! YOU----" I drew back my arm and tightened my jaw, but instead of concerning further with it, I curled my fist, clenched my teeth and let the fury boiling inside of me to unleash.
Yes, I punched him. In the face.
If you couldn't already tell, this is my answer for everything.
He immediately grabbed his nose and held his face in his hands, yelling in surprise.
I scowled at him before going back to grabbing something.
Bane scrambled up, holding onto his chest, and he hobbled back to us, just as Jim and Joker also recovered. "He's delirious!" Jim exclaimed.
"He is not thinking clearly; we need to restrain him!" replied Bane.
"Forget that, let's just shoot him!"
I wound up smacking Jim on the head, hard, as I passed him.
"I TOLD YA TO STOP THAT! Keep him still!"
I swear, those boys are gonna wind up reporting claims of abuse to someone.
I can't help it. In times of stress, I just start hitting people.
I hurried back to the actual medical cabinet to retrieve an item the kit did not, as the boys all rushed back to Master's side.
"Don't TOUCH me, I don't need your sympathy!! I'M READY FOR WAR!!"
He swung his fists and tried to get down from the table.
"ASSAULT, I TELL YOU, ASSAULT! I'LL TAKE YOU ALL ON!" "SHUT. UP!" Joker hissed.
He suddenly grabbed Master's throat and violently shook it, causing him to make hilarious choking noises. I swear, this whole scene, if it wasn't so dangerous, would be the most comical thing ever, and I'd be laughing like a maniac. Well, actually, now that I'm writing it, I am. XD
With Master sounding like a turkey being strangled, Bane smacked J's arm away and tried to force Master to lay down again, but the old man was surprisingly strong and resisted all three of our combined exhausted companions.
"I WILL KI---"
He yelped. He shot his head at me, then shot his eyes at the needle I had just injected into his leg.
"Wha-----wha------I'll................."
His eyes rolled back, his body tipping slower and slower, then thud.
My body sank as I watched him fade back into dreamland, and I was finally able to remove the needle.
The boys and I almost simultaneously breathed sighs of exhausted relief.
I dropped the syringe to the floor and let out a puff of air as I leaned forward and held myself over the table. "I just wanted to eat my pizza, that's all I wanted."
The others slowly backed away and took heavy breaths as they rubbed at their sore body parts and moved far away from the table.
Jim and Joker migrated to the couch, Bane of course propping the stools back up and sitting on one of them. I didn't give them a lot of resting time, though.
"Well, boys, I'd hate to be that person, but we still got a lot of work to do."
Jim rubbed his brow, inhaling deeply. "What about him, anyway?" He muttered. "Do we still have to worry about his memory or whatever?" "With that level of lunacy, nah. I think he'll be just fine. Sleep might actually be the best thing for him right now. Which brings us to our next order of business...I need you to move him to his room."
"AGAIN?!"
"Uh, not 'again'. He hasn't been in his room. He can't remain on the table forever, I thought that was obvious. Then you boys scoot outside and be on the look-out for clues. People seem to talk when you're around. Not so much me."
"What are YOU going to do, miss Sarah?" Bane questioned.
I looked down, "I'm going to stay with him, for the time being. Nurse him back to health until he can function again on his own..then I'll take him to Thorton and leave him there. From that point, I'll rejoin with you lot and help you ask around. But I can't just leave him."
Jim pouted, "You're staying around for HIM?"
I pouted back, mockingly. "If it was any of you, I'd do the same."
Straight face again. "Now off you go. Take some food and weapons with you, just to be safe. And STAY TOGETHER, understood?"
They all nodded without protest, surprisingly.
I nodded back, but watched as Jim and Joker walked around Bane and grabbed what they needed, then out the door they went, quick as a flash. Mine and Bane's eyes fell to the table.
"You're forgetting something!"
They came shuffling right back inside.
"We knew that, we were just testing you." Joker said with a small laugh.
"Mm-hm" I replied, unconvinced, and crossed my arms as they went back to work.
- - -
The three villains helped me escort a passed out Master into his room, of which I had not been in yet, with Joker and Bane carrying the Timelord this time, and Jim assisting me in preparing the bed.
I went ahead and brought all the medical preparations I needed to patch the alien boy up, complete with medicine, gauze, rags and a bowl of clean water.
Bane and Joker finally reached the edge of the bed and plopped our downed companion right on top of it with little to zero care if the impact he'd receive would rattle his already injured head.
I winced, "Okay..thank you..I've got it from here. Scoot, boys."
I shooed them.
"Hey now, when he wakes, don't get swoony!"
"WHAT?!" I exclaimed as I pushed.
"I mean, don't fall for him! That old nurse syndrome or something..Bane, help me out here!"
"The Florence Nightingale Effect."
"Yes, that."
"MOOOVVEEEE!!!!"
I yelled all high-pitched and drove them right out with tremendous force like a bulldozer.
Once they were in the hall, I ran back and slammed the door shut.
I turned around, shook my head, and let out an irritated growl.
"Imbeciles."
A million things went on in my head, as per the usual, but right now, my mind was spinning.
I was hot and feeling exhausted, with a billion things still on my plate to do.
I sat down infront of him and sighed, deeply. Wasting no more time, I reached in and grabbed a rag, dunking it in water and letting it soak, before taking it back out and squeezing it into the bowl.
Laying it flat across his forehead, I remembered the injury he had right above it.
Caked dried blood had mixed with his bleached hair, so I began cleaning it out with a separate rag.
Touching it made him wince off and on and stir in his sleep and I once again whispered my apologies.
Clearing the wound of blood allowed me to see just what type of injury it was.
It revealed itself to be a gash where his skin had split open not from a blade, but from impact.
They had apparently hit him so hard on the head, that his skin literally busted open.
Miscreants.
It was deep enough to pour out that much blood, so as soon as it was cleaned, I patched it up.
"But I mean, really...you and me? Puh..." I shook my head.
"K, bruh, number one..we'd kill eachother. That's a big nope..number two..you're a jerk to me and bring out a lot of negativity from me, so that's unhealthy...I also couldn't go with a guy with baggage..marriage and all, even if it WAS fake..nah..annnddd, the hair. The blonde hair, sir. All of you. Just nope....and even though I have an indirect habit of crushing on older guys, well....900+ is kind've pushing it." I chuckled to myself.
..I should probably shut up now.
"..All jokes aside, dear boy, this injection only has roughly 10 to 15 minutes left until it wears off. Then you awaken. Hopefully as yourself this time." I pat his shoulder.
"I suggest you seize the chance to rest. 'Til that happens, I'm dealing with the clean-up job."
I made sure to clear my mess and leave the door closed when I left for the hall and soon, I headed back to the T.A.R.D.I.S. entrance.
*me this whole chapter*
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So, obviously, I loved it as usual!!
I still ship Saster. Forever.
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