Kicked me in the side. Clubbed my face.
I blocked his next punch. Kneed him in the jaw. Elbowed his eye. Rolled behind him. Uppercut. Right hook. I was punching as hard as Ipossibly could with the bullet in my side. He collapsed on the concrete.
I thought he was out.
He got back up. I spun around. Hardest uppercut I've ever thrown at one person.
He still got back up.
I had to keep the pressure on. Had to keep switching up my tactics. Had to keep him on his toes the entire time.
My suit was damaged beyond repair.My backand arms were torn up by slashes of his sword. My torso was riddled with puncture wounds from his knives. My whole body was covered in bruises, cuts, and scorch marks. I was worn down. I was hanging on by a thread.
And when that thread snapped, my whole world came tumbling down with me.
2 months earlier
Who says college has to be all about cracking the books? To be honest, we're all here to have:
And by "we"... I don't mean me. You might think it's weird that I can swing or leap through New York city, but that's just the normal life for a tottaly non-normal college freshman.
"Brandon!" Dr. H. Genus, ESU's new chemistry teacher.
"Uh, yes? Sir?" I asked in a confused tone.
"Are you telling me that you'd rather be out there involved in mindless activity then helping me re-write history?"
"Uh, I don't--"
"Do you remember what you're working on?"
"I believe it's involuntary cellular re-construction?"
"Correct. Very similar to--"
"Close, but not only Lizards... Even some spiders.(My eyes widened) What's the regeneration speed?"
"U-u-u-u-u-u-u-mmmm, it's going at... 10 to the 3rd power every five seconds."
"My god. Huh... maybe you should go out and have some fun after all."
"Uh... are you sure? I mean, we usually work for, like, 3 more hours..."
"Go on, Brandon. Go home." He said with a wide grin across his face.
As I came down the staircases to the ground floor, the one thing on my mind was how secretive and supsicious Dr. Genus(Jeen-uhs) was being.
"Hey, David, do we know this guy?" Isabel muttered sarcastically.
"I think I had a good friend who was about his shape and size, but I didn't see his face much. It was always burried in a laptop or a Chem-lab text book." David Grinned. These 2 were my best friends, ever since the 5th grade.
"Alright, alright, cut it out. I think I'd like to go a day without you on my case. So... what kind of 'fun, fun, fun' are we havin' tonight?"
Isabel re-entered the conversation. "Well... we were standing here, David was looking at his Dad's corporation, thinking about how he's going to continue to run it, and we were enjoying our Mochachinos."
"Do... balloons come with that package?"
"Alright, you got us. We haven't exactly been doing anything very exciting today. So, give the laptop a rest. I'll buy you a Mochachino."
"Oh my god the laptop! I forgot to give Dr. Genus the DNA transformation results! I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." I sprinted across campus, up the stairs, and kicked the door open to Dr. Genus' lab. All of his papers were spread around the room, his test tubes shattered, and the window looked almost... clawed open. "Huh." I jumped out the window (avoiding the broken glass,) shot a web, swung through an alley-way, and let go. In mid-air, I changed into my costume, discarded my regular clothes in my backpack, and swung through the city with grace.
If I can use my PDA's Satellite uplink and insert the DNA sample from my professor's lab room, I can track him down using satellite technology to locate the nearest area where the DNA composition was-- Holy CRAP!!! I thought to myself as a large, six-armed, humanoid, spider-like creature blasted through a window, and tackled me through another on a lower level on a different building. I kicked him, or... it... off of me, and rolled backwards onto my feet.
"My, what... Large pinchers, you have, grandma! Wait a minute... Dr. Genus? Is that you?" It growled at me and launched itself at me, its claws practically inches from my face.
Stay tuned for the next chapter...