Oh God. Nightstrike! With all the problems with Oliver, I forgot about Nightstrike. I had no idea what was happening, I just hid behind a counter. I felt around the floor, until I found a hand. Look at the face, I continued holding his hand, because it is Oliver. I stay with him, because He's like a security blanket. Safe and warm. So much noice and the feeling of being unsafe fils the room. I cannot fight. I can't. Nightstrike is more powerful than I am. Countless Doctors and nurses are hit and nearly killed. It is sick. A few heroes are injured, but not many.
"Hey Ugly! Why don't you come at me!" Shouted Mickie
"Mackenzie stop! Get down!" Horace whisper shouted.
"I know what I'm doing!" Mickie replied. Horace looked ready to kill Nightstrike, if he did anything to Mickie.
"Seriously, the Hood? Wayyyy too cliché. And you clearly put on a few pounds." Mickie insults, making Nightstrike so angry he looked as if he was about to stab her. When he got close to her, she kicked him in his, Ugh, I can't believe I'm saying this, but, she kicked him in his Penis. And then he disappeared.
"Mackenzie,that was amazing! How did you do that?" Was pretty much all the buzz. This was nothing new. Mickie was really popular and always hogged the attention, although she shared with Oliver when everyone felt bad for him.
This is life. Life is getting better. Not just for Oliver, not just for me, but for everyone, in one little way.