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Gaia detected more than a hint of nervousness under his swagger. She backed up fearfully, she hoped , wanting the situation to escalate. She hated herself, but there it was. The little thug was up front, covering the ground between them with a menacing lurch. The other two were hanging back, present to witness this feat of loyalty.
It was becoming obvious to Gaia what was up here, and it pissed her off. Come on, boys, she silently encouraged them. Come and get me. That coupled with the shaved heads and the leather jackets gave her the strong suspicion that these assholes were some kind of neo-Nazi white supremacist outfit.
Her concentration was so keen, she had to remind herself to keep breathing. She had to play this just right. If she struck back too quickly, she might scare them away.
The kid was trying hard to look tough, but his toughness went about as deep as the sheen of sweat on his upper lip. He was right on her, razor blade lifted. She screamed helplessly as she drew back her arm for a sharp blow to his wrist. And just as she balanced her weight to deliver the strike she heard a thunderous shout and a commotion behind her. Suddenly noise was coming from every direction. Her adrenaline was rising fast, but her focus was thrown.
She spun around, instantly accosted by strange blurred images. A flash of chrome. Two large wheels. She jumped back to try to make sense of it. Equally confused, Gaia swiveled her head. Her very own knight in shining armor come to save the day. But no, there he was. Now what was she supposed to do? It was one thing showing an attacker her tricks. But Ed was a different story. Ed would tell the nifty adventure to everybody in school. The adrenaline was surging through her veins, and the primary person she wanted to strangle was Ed.
Okay, fine. Somebody would hear the noise and call the cops. The three losers would feel manly and dangerous and go away. The little one would earn his initiation on somebody else. He sailed over the curb and bumped along the cobblestones. His lungs ached for air and his arms ached with exertion as he plowed through the low bushes and into the guy with the razor blade. He heard the powerful meeting of metal and shin bone.
She looked stunned. Was she paralyzed with fear? The guy with the razor blade fumbled back up to his feet, and his two accomplices came closer in for backup. Panic was taking hold of his chest. He looked at the three hoods gathering for attack. Oh, man. Oh, oh, oh. His brain was spinning. His heart was pounding at least five hundred times a minute. Panic was now weirdly tinged with resignation. He was dead. If they wanted to kill him, that is. The biggest of the three took hold of the armrest of his wheelchair and gave it a powerful shove.
Ed collided hard with the street and rolled from the toppled chair. This was sad. It sure would have been handy if my legs worked right now. He looked up at the stripe of night sky between the old cast-iron buildings, waiting for the first blow. He put his arms over his face for protection. He heard the sound of a foot connecting with hard flesh and then a deep moan. Was that him? Had he made that noise? He heard another searing blow. He moved an arm away from his face and cracked open one eye.
He heard a groan and then a barking shout. He was pretty sure his mouth was shut. He opened the other eye and sat up. Then he shut both eyes again. Had he gone into cardiac arrest and died already? God, that was quick. He simply could not have seen what he thought he saw. Or hallucinating. Maybe that was it. His mind was dealing him some truly mind-bending hallucinations. Awesome ones, as it happened. He opened his eyes again. His mouth dropped open. Gaia Moore, the lovely girl with the slim frame and sullen expression who haunted the back of his physics class, had suddenly transformed into Xena, Warrior Princess, only blond and even more beautiful.
She crushed the jaw of Thug 1 with a roundhouse kick. She struck Thug 2 in the chest with such violence, he was left gasping for breath. Holy shit. Could this actually be real? Gaia was a superhero. Hair flying, limbs whirling, she was the most graceful, powerful martial artist he had ever laid eyes on. Her every move was a mesmerizing combination of ballet and kung fu.
And not only was she magical, she was lethal. Thug 1 was writhing on the ground, Thug 2 was ready to flee. Although Thug 3 appeared to be rallying, Ed almost pitied him. Suddenly Ed sucked in the moist night air. A chill began in his fingertips and crept up his wrists and arms.
He saw only a flash at first, and then the image resolved itself. Thug 3 had a knife. Ed saw it clearly now glinting in the streetlight, looking awfully real. Oh, my God. Did Gaia see the knife? Did she realize what was coming? Her eyes revealed not even the tiniest hint of fear. Jesus, she was tough.
That or paranormally stupid. She stood there motionless as Thug 3 went after her. She looked as if she were in some kind of deep meditation. Ed was hyperventilating. Presumably her skin was made of the same stuff his was. He had to do something. He supplied his seizing brain with some oxygen, then dragged himself toward his wheelchair.
He pulled it upright and set his sights on the slouching back of Thug 3. He launched the chair like a missile. The chair hit its mark, and Thug 3 staggered forward. His stomach clenched.
Oh, God. Now the guy retrieved his knife and leaped on top of Gaia. Ed dragged himself toward Gaia as fast as he could, his eyes fixed on her throat and the knife hovering over it. Gaia delivered a powerful kick exactly to the groin of Thug 2 and almost simultaneously struck Thug 3 in the side of the neck with her hand. Thug 3 rolled over, unconscious. His knife skidded along the stones. Thug 2 pitched to the ground, screaming in pain. Gaia was instantly on her feet. She scooped up the knife and stepped over the prone body of Thug 3.
Suddenly Thug 1 and Thug 2 seemed to forget their pain and sprinted for safety like jackrabbits in traffic. Ed was watching Gaia, his heart overflowing with relief and admiration, when she surprised him again.
She got to the sidewalk and collapsed. Her legs literally crumpled under her body, and without a noise she fell in a heap on the pavement. The only thing to do was wait. Pretty much right on schedule, she heard a noisy approach and felt a hand on her shoulder. Her desire to hug Ed for his valiant, misguided efforts on her behalf. Her desire to murder him for being such an unbelievable pain in the ass. She could hear the fear in his words.
She would have really liked to rouse herself right then. It was unthinkable that he should see her in this state of weakness—to see what happened to her after one of these episodes. Did they hurt you? That was New York City for you. Its inhabitants set a high standard for unusual. With great effort she fluttered open her eyes and very slowly, by inches, shook her head. The sidewalk made a really bad pillow. Should I call for an ambulance? Are you sure? It had suddenly become a much more significant face—the face of the guy who knew her secrets.
How had she let this happen? It was so ironic. So ironic and pitiful and stupid and weird, she wanted to laugh. I have to agree. Just look at my father.
He still hasn't kicked the habit of abandoning me. But that's all right. Because if he can run I thought I loved Sam. He betrayed me. Now he's gone. I thought I loved my uncle.
He doesn't know what love is. He only wants to use me. Who's left? I'm suppposed to be a genius. I'm supposed to be able to see things other people can't. It's kind of ironic. Because I can't see the truth. Even when it's right in front of me They say that you only hurt the ones you love.
So I guess that means I can't get hurt. Nobody's close enough to hurt me. And nobody ever will be again I LIED How do you explain color to the blind? Music to the deaf? Pain to the unfeeling? You can't. That's why I'll never understand fear No matter how much my survival depends on it Now that things are insane again, they're finally back to normal.
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