《I was Bored So I Became The Antagonist In a VR Game》Chapter 13 I'll just take the next one
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He punched straight out towards my face. The punch was predictable so I slightly moved my head. His fist flew past my cheek missing me completely, his face was confused that his hit didn't connect. I took advantage of that moment and grabbed his arm, flipping him onto the table.
Big Joe crashed onto the table spilling food everywhere. The tabled couldn't support the amount of force and broke.
Everyone in the food court had their mouths open. They thought the young man was going to lose to Big Joe, but who would have thought that the young man would be so strong.
Big Joe got up with a grunt. ”Big mistake bitch.”
Suddenly the two other guys charged up to me, throwing out punches and kicks. I grabbed stink arm and twisted it while moving behind him.
*CrAcK*
”AHHHHH!”
Darnell came from my side, but I saw him coming. I threw Stink into him and they both fell over some tables, sending the occupants scrambling away.
Not a moment after Big Joe ran up and tackled me into the wall pinning me there. Pain shot up through my back, as my breath escaped out.
”AcCKKkK” Spit flew out and dribbled down my chin. I started to slam down my elbow on top of his head repeatedly.
Big Joe let out a roar and lifted me off the cracked drywall, he started to charge towards the railings looking over the lower floor of the mall. Because my body's was blocking his view he couldn't see.
Still, I was viciously slamming my elbow on his head until we crashed into the railing. Pain again shot up into my back but this time it was more in my lower back. The bar was digging into my spine.
The railing let out a creak and gave away, me and Big Joe fell through falling towards the floor below.
People looked up as two men fell from off the third floor. A woman screamed and others ran, as the broken pieces of the railing also came crashing down. Barely missing a group of people.
I and big Joe was sprawled out onto the floor, I got up shaking a little from the pain in my back and the numbness I felt from falling onto the floor. I stumbled my way to Big Joe who was also starting to get up and move.
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I lashed out my hand and chopped his throat. Suddenly Big Joe couldn't breathe and brought his hands towards his neck.
I followed up with grabbing his leg and slamming him back towards the ground. He Let out a gasp as the air was knocked back in him.
Spinning around onto his body while still holding his leg, I broke it with a snap as I dislocated it out its socket.
Big Joe howled in pain, and the crowd winced. They somehow felt the pain the big man was in.
Getting up while rubbing my back I walked out of the crowd, who made a path for me. I got to the elevator and pushed the button.
I saw the number go from floor three to floor two, and the doors open with a ding. Two men were standing inside, they looked at me and I looked at them.
”I will just take the next one.”
Stink and Darnell grabbed me and pulled me in, the elevator doors shutting behind me.
I broke out and kicked Stink away then punched Darnell with my free arm, Stink came back and threw a kick.
I dodged to the side and kicked his other leg, he dropped to his knee and I slammed his head on the elevator wall lighting up a couple of buttons. Darnell came from behind and put me in a choke hold.
I stretched my arms but I couldn't reach him, I grabbed onto his arm trying to pull it away from my neck. At this time stink got over his daze and started to get up.
He got up and started throwing punches at my stomach.
The elevator doors opened and a group of teens, as they stared in shock as a man was being held and punched In The stomach. The elevator doors closed.
I threw my head back hitting Darnell in the nose, making him stumble back. While at the same time lifting both my feet off the ground, kicking Stink in the chest knocking him away.
I dropped back down bending over, flipping Darnell over me and crashing on top of Stink.
The elevator doors open, and two police officers looked at me in shock and then to Stink and Darnell.
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”Come on! Really!?”
Both police officers charged into the elevator and the doors closed.
The first officer slammed me to the back of the elevator pinning me there, while the other went to check on the two guys on the floor.
”don't move you are under arrest!”
”officer I didn't do anything, they attacked me.”
”then you can prove that back at the station”
”sorry I can't do that,” I said. I pushed back towards the elevator doors slamming the officer. The other officer got up seeing his partner in trouble. She ran towards me trying to grab me, but I grabbed her arm and swung her to the other wall.
Her partner came and threw me off, he was about to punch me but he missed. Hitting his hand on the wall.
At this time Darnell and Stink woke up, stink being faster threw a punch out towards me. I ducked and punched his side.
”Stop!” The female officer yelled and tried to restrain Stink. But he quickly recovered and threw her to the side.
The male officer pushed stink forward into the wall, while Darnel threw a punch at me. He hit me in my face three times before I caught his first and kicked him back.
The female officer grabbed me from behind and put me in a chokehold as she let out a tired grunt.
The male officer was fighting it out with stink on the other side. While Darnell recovered and came at me. He started punching my stomach as the female officer had me in a chokehold.
”Can…...you...please…..let...me..go.,” I said straining my voice out my throat.
The elevator doors opened to a group of shocked teens, the same group of shocked teens as before.
They stared in shock as the same man from earlier was being punched in the stomach, but this time a police officer was holding him while the guy who was holding him earlier, was now punching him. And the guy punching him earlier was fighting another officer?
The group stared open-mouthed as someone from the group stretched out and hit the close doors button.
Using the same trick as before, I knocked my head back and hit the officer in her nose. Causing her to stumble back. While at the same time I lifted both feet off the ground and kicked Darnell to the wall.
Landing back on the ground, I bent over. Flipping the female officer over me and onto Darnell.
Stink and the male officer seeing their partners in trouble stopped fighting and charger towards me.
I kicked out, getting Stink in his knee. While at the same time the male officer drew his nightstick form out its holster and swung it at me.
I caught the officers arm and used my other hand to hit and bend his arm upwards.
*CCccAaACKKk*
”AHHH!”
The officer screamed and fell to the ground clutching his arm.
Not missing a beat I grabbed stink head who was kneeling on the ground because of his knee. I slammed my knee into his face causing him to fall back onto the ground.
I caught my breath and fixed my clothes and hair. The elevator doors opened and I walked out leaving the moaning occupants inside.
Someone foot was caught outside the elevator doors, causing them to open and close.
Walking through the gathering crowd, it made it to the main entrance and walked out. Police cars and sirens greeted me as cars screeched in the parking lot. Officers rushed past me and into the mall.
”Sigh how am I going to deal with this.” I thought out loud. I knew it wouldn't be long before the police come knocking at my door. But I wasn't worried about that, I was the one being attacked even if I did attack those officers. What I was thinking about was if I should pay one of my classmates a visit.
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