Lost and Found

Chapter Three

The trunk popped open and I saw the two men from earlier standing in front of me. Behind them stood about ten other people.

There went plan C. I couldn't kill all these people, especially since they were all close to me and watching me very carefully.

The man, I think his name was Grant, reached down to pull me out of the car. Grant was a normal human from what I could tell. If I was going to take someone out, he would be the easiest. I decided to blow my cover and launch myself at him. He smashed on the ground and the others backed up to let him fall.

What good friends they are, I thought sarcastically.

I landed on top of Grant and ripped the tape off of my face because it annoyed me. Then, I started throwing punches. Grant was knocked out after two. Knocked out was good enough for me.

Someone wrapped one arm around my torso and another around my shoulders from behind. I brought my chin to my chest before snapping my head back forcefully. I heard the snapping sound I was looking for. I just broke my attacker's nose with my backward headbutt. I would have started laughing if I wasn't so busy fighting.

Whoever had grabbed me let go after feeling their nose shatter which was exactly what I was hoping for. I wriggled out of his grip and punched the guy in the chest. He fell to the ground.

I felt two people come at me at once, each one grabbing one of my arms. I pulled one of my arms close to me, and the guy grabbing it was thrown off balance and fell towards me. I headbutted him, too, before kneeing him in the groin. He fell to the ground like the other man.

But there was still someone attached to me. His grip was held tightly onto my wrist. I twisted my arm in a direction that I knew his arm and wrist couldn't bend. He couldn't keep his grip, and I pulled my arm free. I quickly spun around and kicked him in the face. He was out.

I looked up and couldn't help noticing the crowd of people that were watching the fight rather than participating in it.

I'm glad I amuse you, I hissed bitterly in my head.

There was one man in particular who was standing confidently with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked like the boss of the group. I decided I would get to him if I could.

I started making my way over to him, knocking a few people on their ass in the process. I almost got there, too, except someone got a running start and tackled me. I didn't see them until it was too late.

He was on top of me and woged into a Weten Ogen (Lynx Wesen). He bared his teeth and snarled. It tried to kick him off, but he grabbed my wrists to pin me down. I leaned my head over to the side and sunk my teeth into his wrist. I may not be Wesen or have sharp teeth, but that should still have hurt a lot.

He snarled and pulled his hand away. I used my free arm to pull him towards me. He tried to pull away from me, letting go of my other arm. My death grip on his neck was pretty strong, and he couldn't get me off of him, so he bit my shoulder.

I winced but didn't loosen my grip. I pulled him closer and used my other free arm to wrap around his forehead and pull his face to the side so he couldn't bite me.

He tried to pull himself away again, but this time, I let him. I used his backward force to push him completely off of me.

I was on top of him, now. I punched him, but since he was Wesen, it took four to knock him out.

"That's enough," the boss spoke up.

The audience that had been watching the fight rushed towards me all at once. There were three of them.