Chapter 2: The Zero Gravity Fight

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The space station looked like a giant white donut floating through space. On top of the mechanical marvel walked two sprinkles locked in an argument. Mark and Steven both fought to say that the other was to blame for losing their “best wrench.”
Their suits were connected to the air hatch about fifty feet away by a cable, and their boots had strong enough magnets to keep their feet planted when they were standing still. Mark led the way as Steven ranted on that Mark didn’t grab the tool when he handed it to him, causing it to fall away into space.
Mark couldn’t handle it; he slowly turned around and shoved Steven. After the drift backwards Steven pushed Mark, who then bopped the side of Steven’s helmet, pushed a big green button on the front of his suit to shut off the magnets on his boots. After floating upwards and away from Steven, Mark pushed the big blue button and made the cable retract, pulling him towards the air hatch. Steven copied Marks move, but by the time he got to the hatch Mark entered and closed it behind him.
The brown haired astronaut inside the space station quickly undressed from his suit and continued into the hallway, while the blonde astronaut outside entered a code to open the hatch and do likewise. Once they were both inside, wearing identical dark blue jumpsuits, they looked at each other and without words agreed to not stop until one wasn’t moving.
Mark made the first move with a straight punch, aimed for Steven’s face. Steven ducked and tried an uppercut but was easily dodged with a lean backwards; Mark wasn’t expecting Steven to be so agile and was pushed into the wall by a firm shove.
A buzzer sounded and both men lifted into the air supported by no gravity. After sharing another stare the two full grown men placed their feet on the wall behind them, braced themselves, and pushed at each other with hands ready and feet wanting to kick. They met in the middle of the empty hallway, swinging at one another, aiming only to do the other harm.
Hand hit head, leg kicked body, along with every other reachable limb. Mark swung mindlessly, he could have been hitting himself for all he knew, and Steven took careful aim because only precision strikes would suffice to guarantee victory.
Mark managed to get in a few good shots to Steven’s temples with two over hand blows. The blonde haired man’s body flew backwards into the wall but he did a little spin to regain some kind of balance and quickly looked around for a weapon. Mark looked to his right and saw one of their hammers floating a few feet from him.
Steven kicked off the wall in the direction of the deadly tool, while Mark tried his hardest to swim towards it, to no avail. Within seconds the hammer was in Steven’s hand and being swung at Mark, but there were still a few feet between them, so they waited until one reached the wall. Both of their hearts raced faster as Steven came inches away but Mark, in an attempt to take Steven by surprise made a stupid move and kicked off the wall first, right at the man, who in his hand held a hammer.
Steven swung the hammer once and hit Mark upside the head with the hammer, blood sprayed and drifted through the air in big to small globs and spheres. Steven pushed Mark’s lifeless body one last time out of spite before he glided along the wall towards his quarters.


Submitted: March 19, 2010

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