Chapter 19

I scream, pain flowing through my leg stump. With shaking hands, I try to ward off the advancing soldiers. They aim their guns at me, and I summon my strength and sent them flying backward onto their asses, and the action sends my head spinning.

An explosion that sends a car into the air distracts the gunmen and I take the opportunity to drag myself between two parked cars to tend to my wound. I take shaky breaths while my heart threatens to quit. Trying to calm myself, I examine my mangled leg. I find that my kneecap is completely gone, and my flesh is a blue shredded mess. I take off my jacket and wrap my leg in it in an attempt to stop the bleeding. As the fabric touches my leg, fire shoots through it and I gasp through my teeth, trying not to scream again.

As I wrap my leg, the sound of gunfire continues. Fighting through tears, I remove the jacket and gingerly place my leg back together, then make an attempt at healing myself. Hovering my hands right above the two ends, I focus on my energies flowing from my hands to my leg, then up through my body and back down through my fingers, and back through.

As I concentrate, I watch my flesh knit back together. When my leg no longer looks like cheese halfway through the grater, I gently bend my leg, finding it to be good as new. Waiting for the bout of dizziness to subside, I sneak a peek at the fight. There are still gunmen up and about, and one is kneeling about three feet away from me, unaware of my presence. Taking a deep breath, I get up and slowly sneak up on him, then I focus my energies on him, and he launches up into the air, then comes hurtling back down to the ground, and I turn as he thumps into the concrete. This action causes me to have to fall to my knees and vomit. My eyesight begins to fade, but I focus on staying awake. The gunshots stop, and I try to bring myself to my feet, but a hand reaches out from my darkness and twists my arm behind my back. I yell out in pain.

"Please, don't kill me!" I beg, and I hear Nat's voice ring out from somewhere in front of me.

"You were shot in the leg, how are you fine?" I sense a touch of pain in her voice. I try to look in the direction of her voice.

"I healed myself! Look, please, I can't see anything, I've lost too much blood, I- but is someone hurt? Please, I can help." A moment of silence follows my words before I'm shoved forward for a little ways then forced to my knees. My arm is released, and I slowly reach out and feel a body.

The chest heaves and rattles, and I can tell there is blood in their lungs. I guess about where the bullet would have entered, and I quickly find the wound. Again, I focus my energies, and I call the bullet to my hand. I hear a groaning sound, then something small and hard pressed into my hands. I set it to the side and focus on his bleeding. Even though I cannot see, I begin to see a vision in my mind's eye of him and his wound. I can see the track the bullet made, and as I stop the bleeding, I flush out the blood from his lungs. I hear a gurgle and then I feel warm liquid splash me.

"What did you just do?" Nat says, and I feel a cold metal object placed against the back of my head. I freeze, breaking my focus.

"I-I was getting rid of the blood in his lungs... Please, just let me finish." The gun is not taken from my head, but I continue my work. Once again I see the wound's depth in my mind's eye, and I begin to stitch together the damage. As I work closer and closer to the surface of the skin, I feel my nose begin to run and a slight popping then wetness in my ears.

After another flush of his lungs and the final healing of his flesh, I hear a cough and the person jolts under my hands.

"What's going on?" The voice of Falcon says, and I pull my hands away to swipe at the probable blood running from my nose. It's either blood or a really bad snotty nose, and nothing is better than a snotty-nosed juiced-up danger to society. My head begins spinning and I hear a gunshot before my body sags, my ears going deaf. I feel an odd, floating sensation, almost like the rocking of a boat. Then I'm soaring, up, up, up-