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A bright light
emanated from the bottom of the stair well. Otherwise, Angela and Nate were
surrounded by darkness. A small human part of her wanted Jon to be there. Jon
made her feel safe even if he lacked any combat abilities worth bragging about.
It was true that
Nathaniel was an excellent hand to hand combatant, and a genius strategist. But
as much as she hated Deragon, Nathaniel was more powerful with access to the
tiger’s power. Angela tripped mid-thought and fell into the arms of
Nathaniel—as if he knew she would fall.
“Hey, you okay?”
he whispered.
“Yeah.” She straightened,
thankful that it was dark. Why was she blushing like a little school girl? She
was a warrior and Nathaniel was only her friend.
Only her friend.
They stepped to
the bottom of the stairs. In a corner, trapped in some type of energy jail, Deragon
was pounded by red lightning attacks. Every once in a while, Nathaniel flinched
suggesting he was still experiencing the pain.
“What took you
so long?” Deragon mouthed.
The Bullyons
noticed Deragon’s distraction and turned toward Nathaniel and Angela. Unlike
the Cutations, they were as tall as nine feet, with super small hands and feet.
They ran toward the duo—no doubt to attack.
Nathaniel threw
the rocks in their path. The first two tumbled over one another. Nathaniel ran
to them, twirling the staff in one hand. “Get to the egg!”
Angela watched
as he used moves that Bruce Leroy would have been proud of to take out the
Bullyons that converged on him. She quickly turned and located the egg in the
center of the room. She admittedly took the direct route and charged like a fullback
toward her goal. One Bullyon got in her way and she used the cricket bat to
slap him out of the way. Another attempted to intercept, but she slid under
him, taking out his knee in the process. Had she not rolled in time, the
behemoth would have landed on her. She flew forward, nearly reaching the egg,
when laser fire caught her in the shoulder.
Several Bullyons
elected to shoot at her with ancient laser guns. They were the kind that would
leave a considerable amount of damage. Angela however healed moments after the
attack. Nathaniel however…
Angela found
Nathaniel, moving, somersaulting, dodging the laser fire. He ran directly to
one of the Bullyons, snatched the weapon from him and shot a laser blast next
to his head. The big guy grabbed his head and ran for safety. Nathaniel didn’t
bother shooting him, turned and shot more warning shots at the Bullyons. He then
cleared the way for Angela, who jumped over the table and grabbed the egg as
she passed.
Angela tucked
the egg like a football and ran for dear life.
“Over here—“
Nate pressed the trigger on the gun and nothing happened. He dropped it and ran
toward Deragon’s tank. “On second thought, follow me!”
It was clear
that he was going to free Deragon. Not the move Angela would have made. She
would have taken the egg and escaped but he was her leader. With a series of
Olympic level moves she made it to the tank in front of Deragon. “Now what?”
“Get me out of
here!” Deragon said.
“They don’t want
him free, so they are less likely to shoot.”
“Well, shouldn’t
we be behind his tank?”
“Maybe.” He took
his heel and pushed it flush against the energy field and reached into his
pocket.
Two of the
Bullyons moved closer and took careful aim. “I don’t think they got the memo.”
Nathaniel
whipped out his phone, grabbed Angel and held his phone up as if he was taking
a selfie with a friend.
“What are you
doing?”
He activated an
app, moments before the two Bullyons fired. The laser blasts bounced off an
invisible energy field.
Angela turned
toward Nathaniel. “You have a force field app on your phone?”
“Don’t you?”
The Bullyons
continued firing.
“If your phone
can do all that, why are we fighting like cave dwellers?”
“Perhaps Savant
likes to see you sweat,” Deragon said.
“Deragon, be
useful and tell us who did this to you,” Nathaniel said.
“STOP FIRING YOU
IDIOTS!” The tall, painfully human figure walked out of the shadows. “Can’t you
see that it is useless?”
“No way,” Angela
said. It was rare for a human being to be part of Union or the Academy. In many
ways she looked up to the man who she admired at a distance.”
The Bullyons
moved backward and the man came forward, clapping his hand slowly. “As
impressive as always.”
Nathaniel’s eyes
narrowed. “Dr. Green.”
“I am surprised
that you would need to ask this abomination who was behind his capture,” Green
said.
“You are our
instructor,” Angela said. “Why are you trying to kill us?”
He frowned as if
the answer was obvious. “Why? For your own good.”
The End
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