I stare out the passenger side window, my head leaning up against it as I watch the scenery pass by.

  Today is Saturday, exactly two days after I was almost trampled to death. Two days after I was confronted by Dravin.

   Yesterday - which was obviously Friday, I'd done my usual schedule; walk to school, attend school, follow Dravin after school, go home for supper, and walk around after supper.

   Only instead of following him from a distance, I practically just walked along beside his quiet self, rambling on about anything I can think about to say - which can be a lot.

  I still haven't gotten much out of him. Thursday being the most I've ever heard him talk at once - because you know, it's been that long. Not.

  I'm currently sitting in the passenger seat as mom drives me to the birthday party I was invited to. We've just finished driving through Central Park, and now we're on West 79th Street.

   It's busier here than the specific area we live in. Buildings looking like they're even more squished together, buzzing crowds of people walking down the lamp lit street. 

   I tilt my head to the left, checking the time on the dashboard: 8:25 P.M. The party was supposed to start at 8:30. So I guess we're making good time.

   Only another minute passes and the voice in my moms' GPS alerts us that our destination is on the left in twenty feet.

   A apartment building that's about ten stories tall sits in between shops, people walking absentmindedly by.

   "Alright," I glance over towards mom as she speaks. "I expect you to behave yourself and not get into trouble." Mom lists off. "And if I so much as smell a hint of alcohol in your breath, there will be major consequences young lady." She stares over at me, serious.

   I nod. "I know mom, you've only said this like ten times already." I give her a smile, hoisting my camera strap up my shoulder.

  "You can never be too sure, Heavyn." She looks out the front. "I used to be young once also. I know how these parties work."

  I roll my eyes, patting mom on her shoulder. "I'll be fine." I assure her, checking the traffic before opening my door. "I've got my phone and my friends are planning on bringing me home." I remind her, stepping out of the car.

   "Bye Heavyn. Remember to be home by twelve." She waves, a small smile tugging on her lips.

  I wave back, pulling my towel and the present out of the jeep before shutting the door. I wrap the towel around my neck, stepping up on the sidewalk.

  Mom pulls out, disappearing the way we came from.

  I walk up to the fancier - and that's saying something, apartment building, punching in the code I'd been given to get in.

   The door buzzes before unlocking, and I swing it open. Taking the elevator up to the roof, I tap my foot as I wait. Fifteen seconds later, the door slides open, revealing a party at full blast.

   So much for it not starting until 8:30.

   A large pool sits smack dab in the middle of the roof, the water reflecting all the colored lights they have hanging everywhere.

   A four foot tall railing goes around the perimeter of the roof, the flimsy looking thing the only thing keeping you from falling ten stories down.

   Teenagers stand around in groups talking, a large crowd already in the pool. Loud pop music fills the air, mixing with all the chatter.

   There's a banner hanging over a decorated table that's says: Happy Birthday Jana. Presents littering the tabletop.

   I walk over to the table, getting a couple friendly greetings on the way from a few people I've met this week. I set my neatly wrapped gift on the table - a heart shaped pendant necklace I'd picked out yesterday that has the the word: History, elegantly engraved in the center of it. I thought it suited her seeing as she loves history and can't shut up about it.

   We all have our likes and dislikes.

   I scan the crowded rooftop in search of my two friends, spotting people in much too skimpy bathing suits.

  I'm wearing a two piece suit - though not a bikini, you'd never catch me wearing one of those. Currently I'm wearing gym shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt over it, seeing as I didn't want to walk around in my suit the whole time.

  I spot Jana over by the drink table, also wearing a two piece suit - not a bikini though.

  Walking over, I give her a big smile. "Happy birthday!" I congratulate her. She smiles back, picking up a glass of lemonade.

   "Thanks Heavyn." She gushes, clearly excited as all get out. "I'm so glad you could make it."

   I look around the area again. "Quite the party you got going on." I comment, recognizing a lot of people from my classes.

   "Yeah, but I love it!" She practically squeals. "Feel free to eat or drink anything that's up here. And don't forget to swim some, there's only another month left for swimming weather." She informs me, giving me another large smile before she walks off to talk to another arrival.

   I grab a glass bottle of Pepsi, walking over to a more deserted corner that overlooks the street I just came from.

   I look down at the ground, my eyesight swimming after only a second. Okay. That's pretty high up.

   The street looks almost peaceful with the lights lighting everything up, the crowds of people diminishing as it grows later. Horns repeatedly go off to the left, broadway only another minute up the street.

   A cool breeze blows over me, my bangs flying into my face.

   I tuck them back, reminding myself that I'm never getting bangs again.

   "Heayvn!" I hear a familiar voice yell behind me. I turn around, immediately met with the sight of a bikini clad Zoey running towards me.

    She collides into me, almost making me have to take a step backwards from the force. She hugs me - her clothes soaking wet might I add, almost seeming desperate.

   "Heavyn." She whines. "It's been like a whole day since I've seen you." She starts making fake crying sounds.

    "Geez Zoey. You're gonna kill her if you hug her any tighter." I look up at the sound of Zack's voice.

    He's walking towards us, a amused smirk on his face. He's currently shirtless, a pair of red swimming trunks hanging off his skinny frame.

    Zoey takes a step back, looking up at me with concern before it turns frantic. "Omg, I was sooo bored today." She tilts her head back, glancing over at Zack who's now stopped beside her. "I've been stuck inside all day with this nerd over here." She nods over at Zack.

   He fakes hurt. "Hey, this nerd is offended." He states, crossing his arms. Zoey wryly shakes her head. "And you would not believe the convincing it took for us to get our dad to agree on us coming." She continues.

   I look between them, noticing Zack's wet also. "So you guys already swam without me?" I question, raising a brow at them.

   Zoey waves a hand. "What. It was hot." She explains. "But I'm going back in. See ya." She gives a mock salute, letting a laugh out before she practically runs to the pool and jumps in.

   Did she not learn to not run around a pool?

   Zack shakes his head. "Honestly, she's like worse to watch than a three year old." He jokes.
  
   I look up at his face. "So you actually have to like 'watch' her." I ask, curious. He makes a face, shrugging his shoulders.

   "Well, its more like we watch out for each other." He elaborates. "Dads' rules."

    "So your dad is really strict?" I question. He nods. "That comes with being a captain of the police. Only it's more strict than it used to be after....after what happened eight months ago." His voice grows quieter.

    I tilt my head. "You mean when she was kidnapped?" He nods again. "Yeah." He mumbles.

   I open my mouth to say something else, but a voice interrupts me. "Come on you two. I'm shriveling up like a prune in here." Zoey yells over at us from the edge of the pool that's ten feet away.

    Zack lets a breath out, rolling his eyes at his sister. "Guess we should go join miss wrinkles over there." He smirks.

   "Heard that." Zoey yells back. Zack turns to face her, walking towards the pool. "You were supposed to." He yells back just as loud.

   I smile at their bickering, wrapping my camera up in my towel. I set the bundle down on a chair, pulling off my shorts before lifting my T-shirt up over my head.

*Time Skip*

  Zoey deflates in a deck chair, breathing hard. "Okay. Too much swimming." She puffs out, wrapping her towel around her neck.

   I wrap my own towel around my torso, making sure to carefully take my camera out first.

   We've been swimming for at least an hour now. Doing laps and playing water volleyball with some other people.

   And now I'm exhausted.

   I glance over at Zoey. Which she is too. Zack takes a seat beside me, his towel around his shoulders as he tilts his head to the side to drain any excess water out.

   I take a sip from my Pepsi, the still cool liquid nice and refreshing. I look up from setting my bottle down, only to see Aaron in a white polo shirt and a pair of tan khaki shorts walking purposely towards me.

   He smiles as my eyes land on him, his hand coming up in a small wave. Zoey and Zack suddenly stop talking when he stops in front of us, looking up at him with furrowed brows.

   Yeah, so I might not of told them I bumped into him the other day. Just never really had the moment to. I also never told them that I live right next to Dravin, or that I've been following him from day one and I actually kinda had a conversation with him the other day.

    Call me a horrible friend if you want. But it just doesn't feel....right to tell them.

   "Heavyn. Nice to see you again." He smiles as he says my name. I return the smile with one of my own. "Hey. Right back at ya." I lean back, noticing both Zoey and Zack's blank stares.

   I sit up again. "Oh, Aaron. This is Zoey and Zack, my friends." I motion towards them. "Zack, Zoey. This is Aaron." I introduce.

   "Uh, nice to meet you." Zoey rushes out, eyes looking shocked. Zack simply gives him a stiff nod, probably already having met before. Aaron returns the nod, his eyes flickering back on me.

   "Mind if I join you guys for a few minutes?" He questions, fiddling with the coke bottle he's holding.

   I glance between Zoey and Zack, nodding my head when they don't say anything. "Yeah, sure." I tell him.

   He looks relieved, reaching over to grab a empty chair before taking a seat across from me. Making us a circle.

   "So Zack. Where you from?" Zoey questions after a few seconds, twirling a piece of short hair between her two fingers as she stares at him.

   "A small, dry town in California." He easily answers, taking a sip of his coke. Zack discreetly raises an eyebrow. "And why'd you move here?" He asks it like it's just a normal, everyday question. But I can tell he's really curious.

   Can't say I'm not either.

   Aaron kinda squints his eyes for a moment, flexing his neck. "Well my dad got transferred - he's a lawyer, to over here. So of course me and my mom moved with him. Been here for three months now." He explains, letting a breath out.

   "Hey, if you don't mind me asking - because I know this is probably odd, but how old are you?" Zoey suddenly questions, thoughtfully tapping her chin as she looks him over. He gives her puzzled look, immediately making her look worried. "It's just you look you know....older." She adds, shrugging her shoulders.

   Now that she mentions it, he does look older than a sixteen year old.

   He laughs. "It's fine." He takes another sip, leaning back. "I've actually just turned eighteen last month."

   Zoey's mouth loosens slightly in surprise, Zack only staring at him harder.

   "And yes, I'm only a sophomore." He answers everyone's hidden question, letting a sigh out. "I was held back two years due to some unfortunate....situations." He explains.

   Zoey lazily waves a hand around after a minute of silence. "Eh, it happens to the best of us." She stands up, stretching her back. "I'm off to get a drink. What do you want Zack?" She looks down at him.

   He's staring somewhere off in space, shaking his head to wake himself up at the sound of her voice.

   "Uh, I'll come with." He gets up, joining Zoey. They walk off, disappearing in the crowd up people.

   Leaving me here alone with Aaron.

   He taps his finger on the chair, dangerously leaning it back on it's two back legs. I absentmindedly look over my camera, already knowing it's in perfect working condition.

   He abruptly stands up. "Hey, I'm going to go get some appetizers. Want some?" He questions, looking keenly down at me.

   I nod. "Sure. I'll take some." I smile up at him, glad the awkward silence was broken.

   He walks away towards where I know the food is. I lean to my left, letting a breath out as I place my elbow on the railing.

   I stare out over the street, my eyes landing on the building that's directly across from this one.

   A large elaborate bank sits there, almost completely dark inside due to it being past opening hours.

   I place my head in my hand, looking it over.

   It's about twenty stories tall, made of brick. Large windows take up most of the exterior, one every two feet.

  I stop on a specific window that's around eleven stories up, almost straight across from where I'm sitting.

  Dark.

  Hmm, guess I'm seeing things.....

  A small flash of light suddenly flickers from inside, everywhere else staying dark.

  What....?

  I squint my eyes, leaning closer to the edge. What exactly is happening?

  There's another flash, this one brighter than the last.

   I tap my finger on my leg. It could just be a bad light bulb, or a maintenance man fixing something after it's closed.

   Two hours after it's closed - Which I just confirmed by looking up the bank on my phone. Yeah, I'm that fast.

   I fold my arms over my chest. Seriously, it could be absolutely nothing. But on the off chance it's not....

   Making up my mind, I stand up. Throwing my shorts and T-shirt on, I hold my phone in my left hand, sliding my camera strap over my shoulder.

   Zoey and Zack walk out of the crowd, a smile on Zoey's face as she shoves a large Dorito in her mouth. Both their hands loaded with a drink and snacks.

  "Hey, where's the restroom?" I ask as they stop in front of me. "Oh, uh there's a public one on the bottom floor." Zoey informs me, biting another chip. Her lips already smeared orange.

  I nod. "Okay, thanks. I'll be back in a few." I say over my shoulder, already walking. I pass a confused Aaron, him obviously wondering why I'm walking off. "Restroom." I simply say.

  I continue over to the end of the roof, pressing the elevator button. Only waiting a moment for the elevator to come up, I step in, pressing the bottom floor.

  Stepping out of the elevator, I bypass the clearly marked restroom door, opening the main door.

   I step out into the street, hardly anyone out now. Only a few cars go by every few seconds, barely a person in sight.

   Carefully crossing the street, I run up to the side of the bank. Turning into the alley that's in between the bank and the other building, I slowly walk down the trash littered ground.

   If I was a robber, I'd enter from the back.

   I make a left at the end of the stinky alley, checking first to make sure no ones over there.

   Finding it clear, I walk down another alley that's behind the bank, the back of another building making the other side.

   There's a large-ish red door in the back of the bank, positioned almost right on the middle of it.
 
   And what do I find?
 
   The door is being held open a crack by a rock, the alarm evidently hacked.

  Wow. That just seems like it was too easy.

   I hesitantly place my hand on the door, stopping as I notice a charred spot directly on the place the lock is-was?...It looks like it was...melted through.

   Celestial.

   I lift my camera up, checking to make sure it's on silent. Doing the same to my phone also.

   Pushing the door open, I hold my breath. Finding the area immediately inside empty as far as I can tell due to it being dark, I step inside.

   I squint in hope it'll help me see better in the dark gloom, but it doesn't.

  I'll never find my way in this.

   Thinking fast, I hold my phone up, quickly switching on the built in flashlight. I hold my hand over it, dimming it.

  I spot the stairs that lead up to the next floor, making my way over to them. I carefully walk up the carpeted steps, my footsteps thankfully muffled.

  I know. What am I possibly thinking? Actually going into a closed bank by myself that's most likely being robbed by a dangerous Celestial.

  Crazy right?

  I keep my ears open for any noises, my heart picking up speed. I hope no one has super hearing. Or else I'm probably making it sound like there's a bongo player around.

   A sure give away.

  I take a deep breath, calming myself. Then I continue up the stairs, all the way until I find a sign that says: 11th floor.

I peak around the corner, my back pressed against the wall. The large room in here is brighter than what I've seen so far, maybe due to the fact the lights from outside seem to illuminate into here. Large windows are over to the left, taking up most of the wall. The next floor up is more of a ring that goes along the outside of this room - making it so you can see it all, pillars going around it.

   Rows of neat desks line the side I'm on, a short wood wall separating the section from the other side.

   There's a few other large desks on the opposite end of the room, a couple signs hanging up in the air. And there's a long wood counter that wraps around a large round vault.

   A vault that currently has a huge hole in the middle of it.

  My eyes involuntarily widen as I look it over. It literally looks like someone took a blow torch and melted a circle around the thick iron door, it most likely falling backwards behind the counter where I can't see it.

   Which means those flashes I saw was probably them using something hot to melt the circle around the door.

   Fire...?

   I bring my camera up to my face, quietly snapping a picture of the sabotaged vault. Keeping the flash off, though that means I'll most likely have a blurry picture.

   I need to get closer.

   Narrowing my eyes, I bend my upper body as I run forward, stopping behind the wood wall that's about three feet tall.

   I crouch, keeping my head below the wall. I slowly walk along it until I come to a opening with a large potted plant, leaning around it as I look back over.

   I snap another picture of the vault, immediately ducking back behind the plant a little when I hear a sudden noise.

  Where I'm currently positioned, I have a wall to my left, and a plant in front of me. Leaving me a opening to see the vault without anyone being able to spot me.

  Or at least I hope.

   A tall buff guy - who has to be almost seven feet tall, suddenly walks out of the hole in the safe, his face actually concealed with a black ski mask, and he's wearing one of those old fashioned long dark brown trench coats that falls down to just below his knees.

   He's carrying three large black bags, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out what's inside.

   Money.

   Another guy dressed exactly the same - only he's buffer then the other. walks out, carrying four bags just like the other.

   That's probably thousands if-not millions of dollars. Dollars that are probably all that some people have to get by with.

  I feel a stab of anger, suddenly wishing I could actually go out there and do something to stop them.

  Calm yourself Heavyn. You can't go out there and do anything. You're just a normal teenage girl with zero superpowers.

   Sadly.

   I raise my camera up to my face again, a sly smile growing on my lips.

   But I can take pictures of them. Not that that's nearly as satisfactory as actually doing something.

   Buffy - what I'm now calling the biggest guy, says something over to buff - what I'm calling the other one. Their attitude joking and careless.

   Newbies.

   So which one was the one who - Another guy walks out - this one tall and slim, which means I'll be calling him Slim. He's wearing a more modern trench coat, his middle aged face not covered. His hands are empty, and he walks with a almost sickening confidence.

   Why do I get the feeling this guy is the leader?

    I tilt my head, trying to catch any words they might say.

   Buffy drops his bags to the ground, a loud plop echoing throughout the room. He walks a few steps to the right, bending down as he picks something up off the floor.

   "Hey boss." His voice comes out rough and corse, matching him completely. He lifts a large object up into the air in front of him. "What should we do with this guy?"

   And that's when I realize what he's holding is actually a human being.

   A younger guy - I think, dressed in a security guard uniform dangles two feet in front of him, almost like he weights nothing at all.

   Okay. Check the box for super strength.

  He has his hands tied behind his back that's facing me, but even without seeing his face I can tell he's scared out of his mind.

   Buff laughs, walking out from behind the counter. Only twenty feet away from me.

   Slim walks closer to Buffy with a slow easygoing pace, picking up a large iron paper weight off the counter as he passes it.

   He goes to the right side of Buffy - who's still holding the guard up in the air, holding the iron weight up in the palm of his hand.

   "Well, I suppose there's only one choice seeing as he's seen my face." His voice comes out short and clipped, and he moves his hand with the weight closer to the guards head.

   I watch in amazement as Slim's hand suddenly starts to glow, the iron weight turning a bright red before it abruptly starts to melt.

   The guard struggles, desperate sounds coming out of his gagged mouth.

   I snap another picture, Slim's face illuminated by the light he's producing in his hand.

   So he must be the one who melted the door down stairs, and who literally cut a circle out of the vault door - which looks to be at least three feet thick by the way.

   And now....

   The weight dribbles down to the floor like water, Slim's hand now empty. He gives a cruel smile, holding his glowing hand up towards the guards face as he begins to slowly bring it closer to his exposed face.

   He's going to melt his face off!

   My eyes stay stuck on the horrid sight in front of me, my heart picking up again, lungs barely breathing in anticipation.

   Slim stands on the other side of the counter, Buffy beside him holding the guard up. Buff stands just a mere twenty feet in front of me, on this side of the counter.

   Everything seems to suddenly go in slow motion.

   Something comes flying out of no where - the object small with five different spikes sticking out of it in a circle, it stabs directly in the center of Slims open palm, nearly splitting it in half as it sticks out the other end.

   Slim immediately jerks backwards with a high pitched scream, curling his hand up to his chest.

   A large dark object falls down from upstairs, landing perfectly on top of a stunned Buffy.

   That's has to of hurt.

   Buffy automatically lets go of the guard as a dead weight falls down on his head - obviously getting a little dazed - if not unconscious, the guard falling the few feet to the floor.

   The newcomer hoists the guard up, practically throwing him over the left side of the counter - moving him out of harms way while everyone's confused.

    But that doesn't last long.

   Buff drops the bags of money, dramatically cracking his knuckles.

   Slim scuttle a few feet back - still holding his bleeding hand to his chest, looking up at the newcomer with wide, fearful eyes. 

   And that's when something clicks.

   My eyes take in the black leather jacket - a dark blue spiral running up each arm, a deep hood hanging over his downturned face.

   This is.....MidKnight.....The MidKnight I've heard so much about.

    He stands over a dazed Buffy, seeming to examine every little detail without actually looking. Not expressing any concern - like he's in no hurry now that the guard is out of the picture.

    His leather clothes hug his body - most likely so they don't get in the way, blending in with the darkness. His wide set shoulders lead down to a slim waist and long legs - almost like a swimmers body, lean yet muscular.

   I quickly switch my camera out with my phone, putting it on video as I point it over towards everyone.

   Slim's face suddenly contorts into one of rage. "Get him you idiots!" He yells, still backing up.

   Buff shudders, blowing a big breath out from his nose. He lets a gurgled yell out, his body literally growing.

   Uh.....what's happening?

   He grows at least a foot taller, his shoulders only widening. There's a ripping sound right before a reptilian tail pops out behind him.

   He brings a now clawed hand up to his face, ripping the mask off.

   His face is now an odd slender shape, a greenish ting to it. His eyes - from what I can tell in the dark, are slits, his black hair a buzzcut against his head.

   Ummm.....

   I've heard of Celestials that can actually mutate on the spot whenever they want. But this is something else...

   This almost reminds me of a movie...

   Buff - or should I call him lizard man now? Gives another loud yell, the sound reminding me of something a dinosaur would make.

   He runs forward, aiming right for where MidKnight is standing on the other side the counter.

   MidKnight simply stands there, waiting. And right when Buff is no more than two feet away from the counter, MidKnight jerks upwards, his left hand landing on the counter as he uses it to pivot himself up and over the four foot tall counter in one fluid movement.

  His legs wrap around Buffs' thick neck, and he leans forward over his back, using his momentum to essentially flip Buff completely around so he lands hard on his face.

  MidKnight on the other hand, jumps off seconds before Buffs' face hits the floor, landing safely beside him.

   Buff makes a pained sound as his face literally leaves a crack in the smooth, shiny floor. He carefully picks himself up, wiping his nose off with his arm.

   He yells again, the chandeliers shaking on the ceiling.

   Buff takes a swing at MidKnight, the air whistling as he easily dodges out of the way. That only seems to enrage him further.

    He tears a metal table off the ground, throwing it over at MidKnight. He expertly steps out of the way, his hands coming out to grab it in mid air as he uses its own momentum to swing it back around towards Buff.

   It smacks straight into his chest - him obviously not having very good reflexes, throwing him backwards a few feet.

   MidKnight - who has his back towards the counter, takes a step towards Buff. My eyes widen as I spot Slim now standing directly behind the counter, his slightly glowing hand stretching out towards the unsuspecting MidKnight.

   I almost yell out in warning, but I apparently don't need to.

   MidKnight suddenly snaps his right arm back, grasping onto Slims wrist - right below where it's glowing, with his gloved hand.

    He doesn't even look back, just stays in that position for a full two seconds. Then he jerks his right arm forward, Slims face contorting in surprise as he's literally flung over the counter.

   MidKnight slightly crouches while jerking his arm downwards as Slims body clears the counter, making Slim also flip, but so he lands - hard, on his back.

   He stares up at the ceiling, his face the picture of pain.

   I guess durability isn't one of his powers. Just....Uh, melting things?

   There's a loud sound of things breaking behind the counter. Buffy - now conscious and just as big as his twin with that whole lizard thing going on, actually lifts the counter up over his shoulders, his arms only slightly trembling.

   MidKnight just stands there, observing.

   Buffy lets a yell out, throwing the counter over his head. MidKnight simply stands straighter as the counter prepares to hit him in less than three seconds.

   Right as it's five inches away from his torso, he once again places his left hand on the edge of it, jumping up to roll over it.

   He lands softly, the counter breaking into pieces as it crashes into the wall in between the two large windows forty feet back.

   Buffy moves over to his left, breaking through the wood wall twenty feet up from where I'm hiding. He grabs one of the many large wood desk-like-tables, throwing it over towards MidKnight again.

   Someone's getting angry.

   MidKnight easily dodges it, his aura something akin to if he was simply outside taking a stroll.

   This is nothing for him.

   Buffy goes into a tizzy, throwing every desk his eyes land on, not even aiming anymore.

   I bite my lip to keep a gasp from escaping my lips as one lands directly on the one to my right, too close for comfort.

   Buff suddenly comes out of nowhere, rapidly throwing punches at MidKnight. MidKnight just parries them, twisting between each one.

    "I will not be beat by you MidKnight!" Buff bellows right as Buffy throws another desk.

   Everything goes in slow motion again.

   The large desk flies through the air almost peacefully, it's target only one spot.

   Right where I'm hiding.

   My body tenses, preparing itself. My hand with my camera lowered to the ground as I stare at the desk.

Something dark suddenly blocks my view, a body.

  I wince as there's a shuddering crunch, the desk splitting in half as the object in front of me stands there unmoving from the force.

   MidKnight stands five feet in front of me - his back to Buffy, in a slight crouch, his hooded face angled down as he seems to stare at me from the darkness inside.

   It stays like that for five split seconds. Pieces of wood still settling on the ground around MidKnight and me, both of us staring at each other.....sorta.

   He knew I was here.

   He's abruptly jerked forward as something plows into his back, Buff running full speed through the room while he hold onto MidKnight in front of him.

   Buff runs through four other desks in a row, MidKnight jerking back into buff with each hit.

   My eyes widen as Buff just keeps going, the glass window now only five feet away.

   He's not going to stop!

   There's a loud crash as the window breaks, the glass shattering around the two forms as they fall through into the darkness.

    I quickly crawl the twenty feet on my hands and knees, feeling glass scrape against my skin as I reach the broken window.

   Looking down, I spot the two figures right before they both hit the hard cement ground with a pow. The sound even reaching my ears from all the way up here.

   They just fell eleven stories down.

   Buff groggily stands up, shaking his head. MidKnight unfortunately was on the bottom, taking the full force of both smacking the ground first and buff landing on top of him.

   Is he even alive?

   His hooded head lays angled to the side, his body unmoving as he lays on the cement walkway.

   Uhhh.....He totally did not just die because of me....Right?

   I can see cracks from the cement cracking stretched out around him, no doubt a small indent on the ground there.
 
   Cars that had been going by have now stopped, the few people who'd been walking now scattering as they realize there's a fight going on.

   I glance over at the building I'd been on no longer than seven minutes ago. People line the railing, looking down at what's happening as they hold their phones out to video tape.

   Guess everyone heard that.

  Buff seems to of cleared his boggled mind, walking around the prone MidKnight as he stares down at him.

  Come on. Don't be dead.....

  Buff leans down, grabbing the front of MidKnights leather jacket as he uses it to lift him up into the air like he did to the guard inside.

   His head falls forward on his chest, his arms and legs dangling lifelessly in the air.

  Buff snorts like a bull, swinging his arm back with MidKnight before throwing him forward.

   He sails ten feet through the air, crashing into a metal street pole.

   I wince as there's a painful sounding crunch, the pole bending backwards. MidKnight slides down, landing in a kneeling position.

   My throat loses some tension as that small detail means he's in fact not dead.

   Or you know, he'd be flat on the ground.

   His left hand sits on his left knee he has up, his fisted right hand placed on the ground beside his right leg. Head angled down to the ground as he seems to take some deep breaths.

   How in the world is his back not broken after....that?

   I glance back at the indent that's now in the cement where he landed, cracks going out from around it.

   Buff walks over so he's in front of MidKnight, stopping. He seems to say something down at him, sirens screaming out in the air growing ever closer.

   Buff brings his right hand back, preparing to punch MidKnight in the face no doubt. I almost can't watch as he brings it forward in one power filled punch. Aimed so he can't possibly miss.

   MidKnights left hand come up with lightning fast speed, catching Buffs' fist directly in his palm. Meeting in the middle.

   They stay in that position for ten full seconds.

   MidKnight kneeling on the ground in front Buff - his head only coming up to Buffs waist, his left hand out as he holds onto Buffs right fist.

     Buff suddenly seems to lean forward as he tries to push, his arm beginning to tremble with the effort when MidKnights' hand doesn't budge.

    Geez, and I though the lizard twins were strong.

    MidKnight slowly stands up, his head only coming up to the top of Buffs' chest. Buff seems to shrink back in fear as MidKnight suddenly becomes menacing, his fist noticeably tightening around Buffs.

   I glance over to the right, noticing a crowd of pedestrians on the street, watching in utter aww.

   MidKnight bends Buffs fist backwards, using his strength against him. He forces Buff down so he's kneeling in front of him, still twisting his fist.

   MidKnight brings his fisted right hand back, planting his back leg. He brings it forward with that lighting fast speed again, it smacking straight into the middle of Buffs chest.

   Buff is suddenly flung backwards from the force, his back and head smacking into this building as he flies back ten feet.

   He falls to the ground, obviously out cold.

   Police cars suddenly pull up from the right, making a half circle that blocks off that specific direction. They get out, using their doors to set their guns on as they all take aim over towards them.

   I lean my head back as I hear movement to my right, remembering that I'm not alone in here.

   Buffy's backing away from the other window, obviously having been watching what's been going on with his buddy.

   Knowing he hasn't spotted me or else he would've already done something, I lean back out the broken window.

   MidKnight takes a couple steps backwards, then he sprints towards this building.

  What's he doing...?

   As a answer, he jumps up, grabbing onto on of the lower windows as he quickly climbs up the wall - like he thinks he's spider-man or something.

   He jumps from window to window, his movements executed with perfect procession. Obviously executed by a pro.

  He's suddenly jumping through the window I'm practically leaning out of, softly landing five feet behind me.

  I watch as he seems to spot Buffy who's now all the way across the room, his attention on one thing and one thing only.

  He quickly pulls something out of his pocket, smoothly throwing it towards Buffy while simultaneously moving forward.

  The object arches through the air so fast I can barely see it.

   Buffy suddenly hits the ground as his foot slips, that object landing a second in front of his foot - effectively making him slip.

   MidKnight jumps on one of the last remaining desks, swinging around before his fist makes contact with Buffy's surprised face. A resounding whack ringing out.

   He goes still.

  MidKnight stands over him, his head angled down as his shoulders rise up and down with each breath he takes.

   Silence.

   I glance to my left, spotting Slim still passed out on the floor. I slowly stand up, finding my knees shaky from the frightening experience.

    My eyes move back over towards MidKnight, only to see he's now disappeared.

    I let a breath out, almost feeling faint.

    Wow. Now that's what I call excitement.

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A/N

   Hello Peeps!
 
   So, interesting chapter.....😁 and sooooo long! (Exactly 6,600 words.)

   VOTE!! ⭐️ COMMENT! (This book is officially entered into the wattys 2017 and I need your help!)

Questions:

  1.) How'd I do with all the fighting stuff? (It's like literally my first time writing something like that...I hope it wasn't terrible.😳)

2.) Anything stick out to you? (Anything at all.)

3.) So, whatcha think of this MidKnight so far?

   Next update: Uh, couple of days probably.

Maggy