Blood Part 5 - Fight

The police shooed us outside when they found out that we had nothing to do with what happened. "Now what?" Asked Marc. We were sitting together on a bench in a park that was outside Dr. Whitten’s building. We were all pretty upset about being kicked out when we had learned so much. Even Chase was disappointed. I was studying Chase’s face. He appeared to be in thought. There was a quiet rustling sound from behind us. Chase lifted his head when he heard it. His eyes met mine and we both realized what the sound was. More bloods. No matter the time of day or how many times you have already been attacked, it can always happen again.

Four bloods came thundering out from behind the bushes and screeched their anger at us. We were all standing and prepared for the fight. One large one and a medium sized blood came for me while the other two bloods split up and attacked the boys. When the large one got close enough, I made a jumping kick that landed on its snout. It screeched and swiped back. I jumped back, narrowly missing decapitation. I ran back a ways then spread my wings and took off. I could fight so much better in the air. The bloods formed large bat-like wings and followed me up. I thwacked the smaller one across the back of its head with one of my powerful wings. I embraced my blood instincts and continued with the fight. I had never done this before, I knew I could but it scared me. The world came into a sharp focus. I heard the large blood’s claws whooshing through the air towards my heart. I turned towards it, gripped the oncoming paw and actually tossed the blood. It sailed through the air, its wings churning as it tried to regain its balance. I shot towards it and gave it one good solid kick in the chest that sent it into the tree with a little more force than before.

While I was concentrating on the large blood, the smaller one had come up behind me and had landed four deep scratches across my back and wings. I screamed and dropped several feet. I could smell the scent of my blood heavy in the air. The part of me that was a blood was enraged. How dare this lowlife injure me! I am the dominant blood! He must be punished immediately! I whirled around, blind to my pain and let out a flurry of kicks and punches. My vision had tinted red in my bloodthirsty anger. I used my superior flying skills to zip around the blood. I gripped the blood by the base of its head, placed my feet on its shoulders and pulled with all of my strength. The bloods head flew off, spraying me and the ground below with sticky, orange blood. My inner beast roared its victory. I was not done though. I still had the other one to deal with. Surely the beast had recovered by now.

Chase (who had killed his own blood) was battling it. I swooped down to help. This one was more difficult. I flew straight down and delivered a strong kick to its side, earning a painful whip to my stomach from its dangerous tail as I rose again. Chase smashed its jaw into its snarling face with one well placed punch. I took advantage of the beast’s distraction and swooped in again. I ripped its tail off as it lashed me again. Chase had managed to get in another great punch that flattened its snout and he kicked its neck making the creature back up and gag. I took my turn and flew down one last time. I choked the beast to death with its own blood soaked tail.

Now that the danger was gone, my vision was losing its red tinge and I was beginning to feel my wounds. Now that the adrenaline had worn off I realized that I had more wounds than I thought. My legs were crisscrossed with cuts, as were my arms. The scratches across my back were very deep and still seeping an alarming amount of blood. There was a thin but deep gash in my stomach from the large bloods whip-like tail and there was a half circle of blood framing my right eye where one of them had bitten me. Not one part of me had escaped injury. Even my poor wings were battered and bloody. "Zaia?" My vision fuzzed and my senses dulled. I guessed that I was Marc that had called my name but could not be sure. Finally the blood loss had taken its toll and I passed out.

A FEW HOURS LATER.

The first thing I knew when I woke up was that I hurt everywhere. The second thing was I could not move very well because of all of the bandages that were wrapped around me. I was in a bed but not a hospital bed. I could not go to hospitals. They do not know how to deal with a half-blood with wings. My mother took me there once before she died. I had broken my arm. The hospital folk found out that I was half blood and tried to kill me. They did not see the human part of me, only the blood. I escaped but they got my mother, I was only five at the time. I opened my eyes. I was in someone’s bedroom. It was small but cozy. The walls were warm brown. The blankets and the chair beside the window were the same shade of deep blue. The curtains had vertical stripes of brown, deep blue and light blue. The pillows were the same pattern as the curtains. I frowned as I looked around. This was not Marc’s house and it certainly was not mine. Where was I?

I rolled to my side so I could stretch out my stiff wings and so I could see the door. I heard someone coming. The door slowly opened a crack and someone peeked in. Then the door opened the rest of the way to reveal Chase. He had quite a bit of bandages too. From the looks of it, his worst injuries had been his left side, his neck and his thigh. "How are you feeling?" He asked. "I hurt everywhere!" He grinned. "Yeah, me too. That was a pretty rough fight. You were great but what happened up there? I have never seen anyone fight so ferociously!" I looked down.

"I was not strong enough to do any real damage to them so I...." I gulped. "I used my...My other instincts. It was like a whole other world! It was like all of my senses were turned up. I was stronger and faster. It was amazing....but..." I shivered remembering the thrill if killing and shuddered at the memory of being hungry when I smelled the blood. "It made me into a monster. I wanted to..." My voice caught. "Don’t worry. I know what it is like." I looked up at him. "You do?" This time Chase was the one looking ashamed. "I ran with the bloods for four years. My father was killed by my mother who is a blood. I was nine at the time. My mother taught me to use the part of me that was a blood to hunt. I hunted with her until I was thirteen. She instructed me to kill a little girl. I don’t know why but something in me rebelled. I could not do it. I ran from her and eventually someone took me in off of the streets and taught me to be human." My heart was in my throat. How awful! "I’m sorry." I murmured.

"Don’t be. That was a long time ago. I am over it now and I just want to be a normal as possible." For some reason that last statement hurt me. Normal? I could never be normal; I did not even want to try. I love being half blood (well minus the bloodthirsty part and the always being hunted and you have one happy camper). Chase would have to stay away from me if he wanted to keep his ‘normal’ life. "Oh." I said a little sadly. "I’ll be back in a minute; I’m just going to get you some food. Okay?" I nodded. "Chase?" He turned back to face me. "Yes?" Where is Marc?" "Marc is sleeping in the living room. He had a few really nasty wounds but nothing that won’t heal." "Thanks." He grinned. "Don’t mention it." Then he left.

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