We were in a dark alley. X and I. I was confused as to what we were doing in such a scary looking place. When I woke up that morning he just told me that we would not be eating, but going out. I thought he meant a restaurant.
He suddenly stopped and I frowned.
“Why are we stopping?” I asked, half worried and half confused.
He turned around, whipping out a giant metal stick in the process.
“Oh my gosh. Where did that come from?” I asked, laughing. His idea of a joke was pretty bad.
He just glared at me. My smile quickly turned into a frown and a yelp when he swung the stick at my direction.
“Holy, holy, holy. What the fuck, X?” I asked. He still smirked.
“Fast reflexes.” He swung again. That time I fell to the ground. He was too close to hitting my head off. “You saw it before I even started swinging.”
“Stop. What the…?” Another swing. I had to roll away. I jumped up. Standing on my two feet.
“Fight back. Or else I kill you.”
“You little shit.” I angrily smirked at him. “Stop it.”
Swing. Swing. Jab.
“Make me.” He smirked, seeming to enjoy himself.
I was angry. I mean, that can not even describe how I was truly feeling. Jab. Jab. Jab. Hold. I had the stick in my hands. It was my turn to smirk. His smirk turned into dread. He held on tighter onto the stick.
“It’s not fair fighting with a stick when I don’t even have one.” I pulled and so did he.
I started moving forward, still holding the stick. His eyes widened.
“Don’t come any closer.” He shakily warned.
“Let go of the stick.”
It was a few more steps before I could get to him. Before I could beat the crap out of him. I was starting to get corky too. Until he pulled out a gun. He dropped the stick and pointed the gun at my face. I sighed.
“A gun’s also not fair. You know?”
“Enemies don’t care about fairness. They only care about destroying you and the people you care for.” He said staring at me.
I took the stick and jabbed him in the stomach. He had not seen it coming. He oomfed and then dropped the gun. I smiled, using the stick to push the gun away. I pointed the stick at his heart and he frowned.
“I’ve always been a better fighter that you.” I said, but then my smile fell. “I… I have…”
“You remember?” He asked. I shook my head.
“That just came out.” I let the stick fall to the ground. “It’s strange.”
“Are you angry?” He asked, and I glared at him.
“You wanted to hit me with a stick.”
“I wanted to see how you would manage if an enemy attacked you.”
“With a stick?”
He smirked. “It’s funny because it’s happened before.”
Something fell between us and we looked at it. My eyes widened when I realised what it was.
“Hide!” X shouted pulling my away.
We did not get far before the freaking hand grenade exploded. The force making us get off the ground and then threw us at the other side of the alley.