Mrs. Huntingway let out a sort of strangled cry and tried to force her way through the medics to her daughter. Mr. Huntingway grabbed my shoulder. “Why weren’t you there?”
“Because being a good person isn’t instinct for me.” I said. “I decided to walk her home after she’d already gone around a bend.”
Okay, here's some moar of that non-canon moar I keep promising you guys. This is also where it got weird and CONpletely out of wack with the rest of the story.
Celeste was on the ground, nursing the side of her head, her light hair stained from the muck of the street, but also quite possibly blood. Her eyes were squeezed shut in pain as she quivered there.
A man stood over her, rifling through her purse. He had his back to me. A second guy was leaning on what looked to be a giant crowbar, staring down at Celeste with a wicked “just try me” grin, daring her to even think about crawling away.
My feet sped up as my brain processed the information. I was in a full-out sprint now, my leg momentarily forgotten.
I analyzed the weak points. I analyzed my moves.
The crowbar thug noticed me coming, and uttered a sort of warning squeak. I got his companion just as he was turning around, though. It was a full-on tackle, and he went down hard. I rolled straight off him, and flung a fist back and then hit him hard. He seemed dazed, but not unconscious, which was where I needed him.
I raised back my fist as if to strike again, but instead I quickly shifted and grabbed. My arms wrapped around the crowbar, which’s intended destination had been my head. A quick rule of fighting it to know just how long you have before the second guy will intervene. I quickly used it to pull myself up to a standing position, and with a quick tug I pulled the other guy off-balance, and then calmly swiped his legs out from under him. The crowbar slipped out of his hand, and I scooped it up and quickly knocked him out with it.
I heard the telltale click, and without looking whipped the crowbar around and flung it.
A gun went off as the crowbar struck the original thug’s weapon. It flew from his grasp. He stood there, uncertain, trying to figure out if this battle was worth fighting anymore.
I walked up to him, ducked a lousy swing, and knocked out a tooth.
He made a break for it.
I let him go. I had more pressing concerns at hand.
I grabbed the gun, and quickly slipped the clip out and stuffed it in my pocket. I dashed to Celeste. “What’d they do?” I eased her fingers off the side of her head and tried to examine the damage. No luck, her hair obscured most of it. I put her hand back. “Pressure.”
I scooped her up, and headed back for the ice cream parlor.
FIGHT SCENE YAY!!!! shoulda chased him....
BUT WHY IS THIS RELEVANT TO THE STORY? *bangs head against wall*
You think a him stopping a mugging and fighting and being a hero is weird. I mean non-canon sure but if I was getting mugged I would 100% hope somebody like that happened along.
Yeah, but....but...ugh, it just doesn't/didn't work.
Okay, here's some moar of that non-canon moar I keep promising you guys. This is also where it got weird and CONpletely out of wack with the rest of the story.
Celeste was on the ground, nursing the side of her head, her light hair stained from the muck of the street, but also quite possibly blood. Her eyes were squeezed shut in pain as she quivered there.
A man stood over her, rifling through her purse. He had his back to me. A second guy was leaning on what looked to be a giant crowbar, staring down at Celeste with a wicked “just try me” grin, daring her to even think about crawling away.
My feet sped up as my brain processed the information. I was in a full-out sprint now, my leg momentarily forgotten.
I analyzed the weak points. I analyzed my moves.
The crowbar thug noticed me coming, and uttered a sort of warning squeak. I got his companion just as he was turning around, though. It was a full-on tackle, and he went down hard. I rolled straight off him, and flung a fist back and then hit him hard. He seemed dazed, but not unconscious, which was where I needed him.
I raised back my fist as if to strike again, but instead I quickly shifted and grabbed. My arms wrapped around the crowbar, which’s intended destination had been my head. A quick rule of fighting it to know just how long you have before the second guy will intervene. I quickly used it to pull myself up to a standing position, and with a quick tug I pulled the other guy off-balance, and then calmly swiped his legs out from under him. The crowbar slipped out of his hand, and I scooped it up and quickly knocked him out with it.
I heard the telltale click, and without looking whipped the crowbar around and flung it.
A gun went off as the crowbar struck the original thug’s weapon. It flew from his grasp. He stood there, uncertain, trying to figure out if this battle was worth fighting anymore.
I walked up to him, ducked a lousy swing, and knocked out a tooth.
He made a break for it.
I let him go. I had more pressing concerns at hand.
I grabbed the gun, and quickly slipped the clip out and stuffed it in my pocket. I dashed to Celeste. “What’d they do?” I eased her fingers off the side of her head and tried to examine the damage. No luck, her hair obscured most of it. I put her hand back. “Pressure.”
I scooped her up, and headed back for the ice cream parlor.
Dang, I had no idea he was a bricking ninja.
*squeezes eyes shut* HE'S NOT HE'S NOT HE'S NOT!!!
I don't know why I'm posting this scene. I had everything about it.
James Dashner is the author of the Maze Runner, which you've probs heard of. He also wrote Eye of Minds, which a very slight inspiration for this story. Richard Paul Evans is the author of the Michael Vey series, and the Christmas Box (which I've never read).
Mrs. Huntingway let out a sort of strangled cry and tried to force her way through the medics to her daughter. Mr. Huntingway grabbed my shoulder. “Why weren’t you there?”
“Because being a good person isn’t instinct for me.” I said. “I decided to walk her home after she’d already gone around a bend.”
You think a him stopping a mugging and fighting and being a hero is weird. I mean non-canon sure but if I was getting mugged I would 100% hope somebody like that happened along.
Yeah, but....but...ugh, it just doesn't/didn't work.
Sure. I guess....think about it this way. This simply took place after the events in BASICS.
This is also where it got weird and CONpletely out of wack with the rest of the story. ![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
shoulda chased him....
I mean non-canon sure but if I was getting mugged I would 100% hope somebody like that happened along.
