Lets fighting love - Part 2

Micheal found himself in a very familiar alley, walking home following the path less taken. He actually found himself wondering why he was taking this route at all, considering that was his emo path. He never took that route unless he felt like cutting off the rest of the world.

He shrugged and kept walking. Then he saw something that left him reeling for a while. There was a couple walking in the very same alley. He couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vu. Holding his breath and closing his eyes, he strained hard to hear for the rapid pitter patter that would confirm his fears. It didn't take long. The near silent footsteps were even coming from the exact same direction.

Micheal opened his eyes and looked at the couple. It wasn't the same two people. Odd. If this really was a recurring nightmare, he would have thought that the participating characters would have been the same. Different couple, but still instantly recognizable people to Micheal. Before the realization of the implications could hit him, the ninja had burst into view.

The attack was exactly the same, a sharp blow straight to the head of the unsuspecting boy. The girl spun around and screamed, and Micheal found himself responding. Just like before.

But this time, he knew better than to use the shoulder barge. He still gave his most bloodcurling scream to get the ninja's attention, but led with his fists this time. Apparently, he wasn't the only one with memories of a parallel scenario, because the ninja had turned around to face him and taken off his mask, a big grin on his face. The girl no longer in immediate danger, Micheal slowed down to a walk. The ninja had something to say to him, and he wanted to know what it was.

"Hey there, twin," started to ninja.

Micheal stole a glance at the girl. She was frozen with fear, mouth agape and eyes staring into nothingness. He wished she would at least look for a way out of this, but he remembered the throwing stars. No, running away would be a bad idea.

The doppelganger saw his eyes travel, and added, "Lovely isn't she? Almost makes killing her hard. But after what she has done, its never a problem."

"What did she do? I have never had thoughts of murdering her before. What are you doing here?"

"Well, you were taking too long. So I decided to move things along. This avenger gets bored easily."

"She doesn't deserve to die."

"Yes she does. As do you."

"Me?"

"Yes. You are going to try and save her. And you will fail again, just like before. And for being such an idiot, you will deserve to die."

"This is ridiculous."

"I'm sure it is. And now I'm bored. Chop Chop!"

Weapon drawn, the ninja shuffled his way towards Micheal. The katana became a blur as the ninja started showing off. But as he drew closer, he started slowing down. In fact, he slowed down so much that Michael could very easily dodge the slash. And just as easily, he dodged the second one, and soon after, a third.

Micheal was puzzled. And from the look on the ninja's face. so was he.

"What the..."

Impressed with himself, Micheal decided to press the advantage. His punch caught the ninja by surprise, and left him with a bloody nose. Getting very annoyed, the ninja renewed his attacks, the flurry of swordplay doubled in ferocity.

But Micheal emerged unharmed. Screaming in frustration, the ninja reached down and grabbed his throwing stars. Micheal thought that they were meant for him, so he waited for them. But the ninja turned around and threw the blades at the paralyzed girl. Her fate had seemed to be sealed at that point, her eye right in the middle of the weapon's trajectory. Micheal was running forward, instinctively trying to save her. And he found himself running faster than the weapons were flying. He suddenly felt like Max Payne and Neo combined.

He plucked the flying stars out of the air and flung them back at the ninja. There was no escape for him, the sharp blades slicing into his kneecaps. Half screaming and half cursing, the ninja collapsed.

"This is impossible."

Smiling, Micheal replied. "I know. Tell me about it. This is great."

"But how?" the ninja asked, still confused.

"You no longer fight for what is right. She doesn't deserve to die, and you know it. When you stopped being an agent of justice, and became a pouty, self serving murderer, you stopped being able to beat me."

"Where did you get all that shit from? The compendium of paladin asswipe ideals?"

"It doesn't matter," Micheal replied. Half a second later, the ninja lay in a pool of his own blood, the shurikens on his knees now lodged in his windpipe.