Fighting-4

Niki's phone rang. She looked to see who it was. If it was Orlando begging her to come to work she was going to...

It wasn't Orlando.

It was Fathom.

Niki took the call as she moved along. "Fathom, I..."

"Hey Sweetheart," Fathom muttered. "I've been carrying the glow of you around with me all morning. I haven't even taken a shower because..."

"Yeah yeah, listen Darling..." Niki found it hard to concentrate on a word Fathom said. "I have really got to call you back."

Niki slid her phone back in her pocket and, as she did, she kind of collapsed within herself. She'd known Fathom for less than a day, yet still, even at that, she loved Fathom more than anyone she'd ever known before in her life, and now, on the same day, all this...this...it all became too much. Niki got a little lightheaded. She fought the desire to sit down on the sidewalk and collect herself a little.

A boy tall and about three years Niki's junior blocked Niki's path. "Ma'am, you think I could..."

"Buddy, you are..."

The kid tried to sucker punch Niki in the teeth.

She turned her head just in time so that he caught the tip of her jaw rather than her mouth. She reacted by smacking the kid hard and fast and all over his head and shoulders and torso, although she hadn't gone crazy. She placed her hits. Wherever he defended himself with his hands, she'd strike somewhere else. Within seconds, she had him bawling and bleeding.

"Hey!" a pot bellied, middle aged man bellowed. "What are you doing to that child?"

"Someone call the police!"

"I already have!"

"Oh for..." This was muttered by the still invisible Trevor. Out came the laser-razor. He sliced the young man 's throat from ear to ear.

Now the crowd really gasped.

And continued to gasp as the young man dissolved, then drifted away with the breeze.

"Move," Trevor whispered into Niki's ear.

"This is turning out to be..."

"Move!"'

CONTINUE