My heart beat quickens when I see the blonde guy get up, and his friends advance the stage. I want to panic, but I need to keep my cool. Vincent won't let them hurt me, I don't think. I get on my feet and head down the stairs at the back of the stage into the hall. I move swiftly, and I know they won't be able to keep up because they don't know the building as much as I do.
I move around the stage, back into the auditorium, only to meet the dark haired and brown haired ones. They're arms are crossed, as if upset that I acted out. But who are they to boss me around. I move back as the younger one lunges at me. I am able to get out of his way, enough to hit him on the top of the head. He falls onto the ground, unconscious.
I look up. The dark haired guy looks even more upset than he was a second ago. "That's my brother!" He yells at me. I watch his hand pull a knife out of his back pocket. He takes a defensive stance. I back away cautiously. He's going to kill me if Vincent doesn't come out right away.
I hear the other two jogging up behind me. I don't even worry about looking, keeping my eyes on the man yielding a weapon. He comes at me, practically pouncing in my direction. I feel myself quickly duck away from him, hitting him with something. Though I don't remember holding anything in my hand. I hear him scream out in pain. I stop and look at him, lying on the ground. I look at his hand. He's missing two fingers. My eyes widen as I pull up my own hand and see a sword. Where the hell did that come from?
I release my hand to let go but the sword disappears, just as the holograms in the room. I back up and look at the dark haired man who's clutching his hand in pain, his fingers only inches away from him. The other two look at me, horror and anger burning in their eyes.
I don't even know what I did. My body seems to act on instinct. I don't know how to fight, and I would never intentionally hurt someone. I don't know what I did.
"What the hell did you do to them?" The younger one yells, visibly upset with the scene I caused.
I keep backing up slowly as they start moving towards me. I know they want to defend their friends, but I didn't mean to hurt them, I don't think. "J-Just stay away from me," I stammer out. I didn't mean to sound so helpless but I'm conflicted. I'm not sure if I'm scared of them hurting me or me hurting them. I don't want to hurt anyone. I'm going to avoid it as much as I can.
"Or what?" The blonde one says grimly. "You think you're strong enough to kill us? What exactly are you?" He asks, I see him glance at my hand where the sword had disappeared.
"I just don't want anyone getting hurt," I say, worriedly.
"It's too late for that..." he says as he runs at me. I look him over real quick. No weapons. I don't see anything. So he's going to try and hit me.
I duck when he throws a punch, giving me time to hit him in the ribs. Just in the right spot to knock the wind out of him. He stumbles back and I watch him fall.
My eyes shift to the other attacker, the younger one who pounces on me, knocking me onto the ground. He also doesn't have any weapons. At first he tries to punch me but I evade his hand by sliding my head on the ground. He exclaims frustratedly at me. I feel him grab ahold of my hair to keep my head still and he puts the other around my throat.
I hesitate, unsure which hand to push off. I can't thrash around because it'd hurt my head. But I don't want to die like this either. I push on his hand and he twists my hair in his hand.
I try yelling out but no sound escapes my mouth. I'm already turning dizzy. I pull up a knee, knocking him over so that I can get above him. I don't know how I did it, but it worked. I get his hands under my knees and I wrap both hands around his throat.
I watch his face turn to a purplish color. He struggles against my hand, trying to speak, trying to say something to me. I want to release my hands, let him go. But they don't budge. I panic. I don't actually want to hurt him, why won't my hands cooperate? Let go!
I'm knocked off, I feel myself roll across the room from the force of whatever hit me. I sit up, noticing the pain in my side. My eyes move over to look at the boy I'd been choking, the blonde haired and dark haired men standing above him, the dark haired one is holding a chair in his hand. He must have hit me with it.
"If you'd have just done what you were told, you wouldn't be in this situation, Alex," the blonde one says.
Now the other young one joins them. He helps up the one off the ground. All four of them now facing me. How am I supposed to keep them all from hurting me? I'm already injured now. I can feel myself out of breath. I have a hand placed on my aching side. I can't believe he hit me with a chair. I didn't mean to continue choking the boy. I guess I'm glad he got me off.
"Just leave," I say. "Leave and I promise I won't say anything to anyone about what happened."
The dark haired man scoffs, "A girl like you wouldn't stay quiet, and neither will I. You cut my fingers off. I knew there was something bad going on in this building. Something not only between you and your boss. But we all saw that sword materialize out of your hand. Let us leave, and we'll make sure your boss takes the fall for this."
I frown. How dare they threaten Vincent like that. He's done nothing to harm them. It's their fault that they're here. If they hadn't been so handsy with me earlier than he wouldn't have told them to come here and they wouldn't be in this situation if they hadn't attacked me like they did.
"You don't know who you're messing with," I warn. This time I can feel the sword form in my hand. I can feel the handle in my palm, my fingers tightly wrapped around it. I don't exactly know how to use it but I know I can.
They can't turn Vincent in, which means now, I can't let them go.
I watch as the green haired kid takes off to the side of the stage. He's scared. I feel my legs quickly follow him.
I can hear one of the other ones yell, "Jack, no!"
So now I get to figure out some names. Not that I was interested to. But I guess now would be the time to find out. I back the kid into a corner, he turns around. It takes only a split second for me to notice the gun in his hand that he's now pointing at me. I frown, "Put it away." I say.
He looks scared, his hands are shaking. I don't think he wants to hurt me. Even though he did just try to choke me out. "Th-Then you'll kill me and the others too." He stammers.
I shake my head, "I don't want to kill any of you. But I don't think Vincent would let you leave if he knew you'd say something about me," I say softly, releasing my hand and feeling the sword disappear.
"Th-Then we'll make a deal. You don't kill us and we won't tell anyone about you." He says.
I nod, "But you have to get them on board too. I need to know I can trust them."
He nods, leading me back to the others. "We've made a deal."