Snippet #2501065

The presidents eyes widened as he attempted to shoot me halfway across the lot. I felt the poking in my abdomen as he shouted, "What the hell is that thing!?" I got up sighing and dusting off the blood on my pants. Sprinted towards the car and I leaped into the air once more as I began to dive into the Jeep, but something caught my eyes. There was a glint of light coming from the back of the vehicle. I glanced at it very quickly and realized that that was the Vice President's daughter, crying in a cramp trunk. I was seconds before hitting the vehicle before I halted myself and landed near the driver's door of the car, tipping the Jeep over slightly before I pulled the jeep back down to the ground staring at the man.

A sign of grimace was on his face as he continued to shoot me, screaming frantically. I disarmed him, almost crushing his hand and I deactivated his car back taking the keys out of the ignition. The president wasn't pleased with this and he tried to pull out another weapon, but the door that was practically standing between me and him I had ripped of the hinges. I took the man by his collar and brought him to the middle of the highway. He screamed and pleaded me to stop as I lifted him off the ground. Then his face went into a furious rage and he screamed out, "Do it! Go ahead and kill me! Run me through!"

I was gladly about to give him his wish, but I noticed a few barrels pointing towards me, guns or camera. It wouldn't be a good idea to kill a national "hero" would be a crime to anyone in America. The citizens wanted the president behind bars, not smeared on concrete. I placed the man down, still holding onto his expensive suit, and explained, "If you go and tell anyone about this. You're the first one I'm after. Understand?" His very soul was being stared at with my piercing white eyes and he nodded his head multiple times, shaking in his skin. I let go of his collar and he ran immediately through the forest. Somehow, I had a feeling that something was going to go wrong. He was going to start this up again, or he was going to tell the press a lie. But, he was gone for now.
At the moment I didn't really care what he did at this point. I had been in fighting form for a while, and I was walking dizzy like a drunk person on New Year's Eve. I opened the trunk to see the girl inside and asked, "May I take your hand?"