The mother blanched, “You WHAT!?”
“Do you have a better option?” Mettan eyed her
“Yes.” Paige’s mother got in Mettan’s face, “one that doesn’t involve my daughter and bullets.”
They waited in silence. The only voice was the one that called from the lawn.
“All we want is the Elf! Send the Elf out and we’ll leave the rest of you!”
“He’s by the door!” The stepfather yelled
Mettan pulled water out of his uniform and gestured at the stepfather’s face. The stepfather’s head snapped back and he fell to the floor.
“James!” Paige’s mother exclaimed as she ran over and cradled his head in her lap.
“Is he dead?” Paige asked her mother
“No.” Mettan answered, “Just asleep.”
Paige’s mother wiped a tear from her eye and nodded in agreement.
“Turn the faucets on.” Mettan stood in front of the door.
The mother laid James’ head on the floor and ran into the kitchen. The sound of running water floated into the room from the kitchen shortly after she left the room.
“What are you doing?” Alex asked
“We are getting out of here.” Mettan began to weave the water running out of the kitchen into a shield. “Take this.” He moved the wall of water to his student.
Alex fumbled, but was able to maintain the wall of water in front of him and Paige
“What about you?” Paige asked
“I’ll keep the soldiers off of you.” Mettan stepped over water that was pooling on the floor.
“Wait!” Paige’s mother ran in and hugged her daughter. She wiped a tear from her eye as she looked at Mettan, “You will bring her back.”
Mettan tilted his head, “I will.”
Paige pulled away from her mother and stood beside Alex.
Mettan nodded at them and threw the door open, “I’m coming out!” He walked out onto the lawn with his hands raised. Forty guns pointed at him.
Two men stepped forward. The first one was slender and looked to be of Irish lineage by the bright red shoulder-length hair pulled back in a ponytail. Freckles speckled his face and arms. He was wearing blue jeans and army boots. His shirt was black shirt with flames on the untucked lower half. A red bandana was tied around his left arm above the elbow.
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The second man was stocky and looked to be of eastern descent, with short jet-black hair and wire rimmed-glasses. He was wearing a wife beater, muddy blue jeans, and tennis shoes. A brown bandana was tied around his left arm above the elbow.
Flames sprang to life in the redheads hands, “Put your hands on your head! You will not get a second warning!”
Mettan put his hands on his head.
“Turn around!” The redhead ordered, “On your knees!”
“NO!” Alex screamed
Mettan twisted to his right before he heard the shout of the guns. He thrust his right arm out. The water that had been on the floor rushed up and spun around him, Within seconds it was a foot thick and spun so fast that it deflected the rest of the projectiles.
“I’ll get him!” The black haired man shouted
The ground under Mettan’s feet split open. His feet tapped the edge of the split as he jumped to solid ground.
They had an Earth Elementalist with them. The bandanas were probably how they let the rest of the soldiers know who had which powers. Mettan scanned the rest of the soldiers, but Red was the only other one with colors. He could take care of these two quickly.
The globe followed him and spit two jets of water. They smashed into the black-haired man and knocked him across the lawn.
Mettan ran towards the jeeps, peppering the soldiers hiding behind them with water as he ran. They scattered as he jumped on the hood of the first jeep.
“Run!” Mettan yelled
The jeep creaked as it started sliding towards the house. Mettan jumped off of it and blasted two more water blasts toward the back-haired man.
A rock shot out of the ground and absorbed the blasts. Three fire blasts and a few more tranquilizer darts hit his globe.
“Use real bullets!” Red screamed
Mettan charged at Red. He threw a barrage of water missiles in front of him as he cleared the gap between them.
Bullets bounced off of his shield and a pillar of dirt shot through the bottom of the globe.
Mettan jumped off the tip of the pillar and flipped away from Red. He rolled over the hood of a third jeep.
“They shouldn’t have this much control this fast,” Mettan muttered as he shuffled to the rear of the jeep.
Hissing escaped from the tires and the smell of burnt rubber filled the air as fireballs melted them. The jeep sank into the ground. It shook and flipped on its side towards Mettan.
Mettan jumped away from the jeep right before it exploded. Pieces of metal flew at him. The metal bounced off of his globe, and oil, and dirt colored the water. He twisted his wrist and threw the oil back at the soldiers. It caught fire and burned more holes in the grass.
When the smoke cleared Mettan saw the two Elementalists hiding behind the rock barrier that had expanded from the pillar that he had jumped off.
Mettan closed his eyes and threw out his hands to the sides. Five water globes the size of basketballs broke off of his globe and chased after soldiers. The globes hit the soldiers and wrapped around their heads. He held them there for a moment before pulling the water off of them. The soldiers collapsed to the ground, choked out from lack of oxygen.
“Stop it!” Red shouted. Flames rolled off of his arms and blasted the globe.
Steam clouded the globe as the temperature heated up. Mettan jumped out of the globe and ran around the fire. He tossed all five globes at Red from the left.
Red turned to meet the projectiles. Mettan punched Red on the back of the head. Red folded in half and landed on the lawn.
Black turned around when he realized he was alone.
Mettan grabbed him by the front of his shirt, “Call off your men.”
Black smiled, “Why? They’ve almost got yours taken care of.”
Mettan punched Black in the face and tossed him on top of his partner. The humans should’ve gotten out while he distracted the leaders. He picked up what was left of his water. There were four soldiers lying on the lawn that he hadn’t dealt with. His charges had at least run, but so had most of the soldiers. Counting the nineteen that he had knocked out, there were twenty more out there somewhere. He twisted the water around him and headed for the driveway. He hoped he hadn’t taken too much time.