Chapter 3 Kung Fu Fighting

I considered following Mr Canderson then, but I decided against it. Firstly, because whatever he was doing probably wouldn't interest me, and secondly, he was incredibly perceptive, it was as if he could read your thoughts when he looked at you. I turn left. I walk through the echoing corridors to my lockers and begin to scramble with the combination lock, it was a very low-tech lock, you could be five units off the combination and it would still open for you. I begin turning the lock. Bang. I turn around. "Hello?" I say, perhaps slightly fearfully. I'd seen the movies you know. This is always how it starts. I turn back and begin fumbling with my lock again. BANG! This time it was much closer. I spin around. Then I feel a cold piercing pain pulses throughout my body. A grotesque shape begins to shimmer before my eyes. I cannot believe what is forming before me. A blue imp-like creature. Small, emaciated, and with chunks of flesh peeling off it to reveal its insides. I look down and stare in horror as I see the arm of the creature reaching inside me. Indiana Jones style. More pain. More cold. It feels as if ice is pulsing though my entire body. I see something out of the corner of my eye. I try to turn my head. All my muscles seem locked into place. I stand there with my mouth agape as this creature slowly kills me. Am I hallucinating? The image in the corner of my eye charges at... Whatever the hell this thing is. The image jumps into the air and kicks the little monster square on the side of the shoulder. I hear a loud crack, followed by an odd sucking sensation in my torso as the arm is yanked out of me. I gasp for breath. I collapse on the floor winded. I turn to my side, attempting to put myself into a recovery position so I can breathe easier. So I can see what the hell is going on. The figure which seems to have aided me is moving in a blur. with flurries of extraordinarily fast movements. A flurry of kicks to the chest. A flurry of punches to the face. The imp is stunned. The other figure slows down enough for me to identify it. Matthew. This odd Asian person rescued me. Matthew delivers a final bone-shattering punch. His arm bursts right through the center of the imp. I expected a Poof! Or an explosion of light or something like that. No. All that happened was Matthew withdrew his hand and the creature slumped to the ground in a gory mess. I stand there staring. I feel exhausted, as if all my energy had been sapped from my body. I feel darkness invade the corners of my eyes. Colours begin to fade and blackness closes in.