The drink was right about touching my lips, and I put it down. Parker had made a good point there. Maddie had been pouring drinks for us for a solid two years now. All of us were practically friends, even though Parker tried to pick her up sometimes all was good. We hadn't come in here for around two weeks to busy with a lot of things.
But somebody walking up to just rough her up. Nah, that's not going to slide here. He was still grabbing Maddie by her hair. "Drop her hair now." Parker looked legitimately mad. Which isn't something you see often. The man dropped her hair and Maddie was surprised by it her head dropped in the corner and tears started flowing from her eyes.
Maddie's forehead was bleeding heavily. "Get her to a hospital!" Micheal yelled at another bartender who was just minding his own business. The bartender looked scared, surprised, shocked. Whatever words you could use to describe his face. He then looked back at Maddie and a look of fear crossed his eyes. Walking over, he grabbed Maddie by her shoulders and hoisted her onto his back.
One of the scraggly-looking men then grabbed Michaels's drink and threw it at the man drenching them and knocking the guy out and cutting them the man and Maddie both fell right on their faces into the glass cutting them even further and knocking both of them out. Parker got out of his chair. "What are you going to do? Boy." Parker kicked the middle guy from his seat, knocking him over. Parker sat on the aggressive mans chest and the punch after punch after punch. Eventually, the man had his eyes rolled up in his sockets and was making gurgling sounds.
Face splattered in blood and all. He stood up and wiped his hands. The other men then grabbed Parker, kneeing him in the face and throwing him on the floor. I stood up, Micheal stood up and Jackson stood up. "Bunch of little kids! Do you know who we are?" Another one said.
Parker wiped his face and smeared it on his face even further. One of them, a taller one, rushed forwards intensely. Towards me, okay, then here we go. I teleported behind him and grabbed his collar, slamming the back of his head on my knee. His arms went up in the air, trying to grab me in any sort of way, but I had his neck in a chokehold and was holding him until he passed out.
His hands slid into his pocket, and he grabbed an enchanted switchblade. It suddenly grew longer and stabbed me in the foot. I let go, grunting heavily. The others had enchanted switchblades, too. Jackson was trying to fight them. He had a fire ability. Jackson grabbed one of them and the man screamed loudly. As Jackson held firmly onto his wrist, giving him a heavy burn.
Jackson barely ever uses his power as it's extremely destructive, powerful, and dangerous. He had toned it down for this scenario. But it was still potent. He then slapped the man hard, leaving a giant red landmark. Then the scraggly man pulled out his switchblade and stabbed him. Right through the stomach and twisted it. I wanted to throw up on the spot. He's going to die, Jackson's going to die...
The one I had been fighting got up with his switchblade out and ran towards me. I teleported out of the way, kicking him in the side hard. Then back again the other way. He hit a wall and so did his head. I looked to see his temple bleeding.
His skull was cracked most definitely would he even live? I don't know; I don't care. I just need to get to Jackson. Parker looked incredibly beat up, too. If neither of them gets medical attention, they're both going to die. I looked over. MIcheal was stabbed in the shoulder, bleeding all over the floor.
Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why?
I screamed, grabbing a broken piece of glass. I stabbed one three times and left the piece of glass in him and performed a roundhouse kick. It was the one who had hurt Jackson. I kicked the piece of glass further and further in. "Mercy! Mercy!" He whispered breath. Before his life force stopped flowing and his heart stopped beating.
Another man came behind me while I was sitting there with a dead look in my eyes. I turned around, kneed the man in the face, not holding back anymore. His jaw went all over the place in his mouth. He fell on the floor and I stomped on him, kicking more and more and more and more.
Until the floor was smeared in his blood. The next guy who had hurt Micheal, I teleported to him as he was trying to run. Kicking him in the back, he fell straight onto the bottle of class on the counter and impaled himself. All the other people in the Bar had screamed and left by then and I heard cops coming. But I didn't care.
I went over to Jackson and put my hands over his chest. "JACKSON! JACKSON! Jackson! Jackson!" I screamed his name with tears lurking out of my face violently. I bit my lip until it was blood and leaking onto him, mixing with my tears. "Please! Please! Don't die! You haven't gotten married yet! You haven't built a family from the ground, you haven't become the fun dad that you've always wanted to be! You never built that orphanage!"
I coddled him in my arms. He was already dead. Gallons and gallons of blood leaked from his body and cops came to arrest.
Jacksons dead. They're all dead.