A gloved fist flew at my face.
I braced myself.
A force ripped the guy away. He flew back, open-mouthed in shock, and tumbled over the back garden.
The dark figure I’d caught sight of before was there among the four attackers. She kicked the gun from one. Punched a second guy flat.
A third stepped back and aimed his gun at the figure.
She swung her fist. An invisible force smacked the gun away. A volley of suppressed shots fired up into the night sky. She kicked in the air – and he landed on his back.
The first guy who had almost punched me scrambled to his feet and charged at her. She reached out, closed her fist and drew it in sharply. The guy flew forwards, his feet barely touching the ground – straight into her fist.
The other three attackers emerged from around the side of the house, two of them still coughing and spluttering.
She swung her arm and knocked the guns from their hands. They clattered over the floor.
They ran at her.
She moved to meet them.
I realised I was standing still and watching.
No one was paying attention to me anymore.
I took off, sprinted over the front garden, vaulted the garden wall and ran to the car. I dived in the driver’s seat and started the car. In the mirror I could see the figure – it was definitely a woman – beating the crap out of the seven attackers. Sometimes her kicks and punches landed directly. Sometimes she swung into thin air and the force of it struck her victim anyway.
I put my foot down. The car took off with a screech of tyres.
I had a flashback – being pulled out of a van by an invisible force.
She had done the same thing to the guy who had almost punched me. It had to be the same person. Surely two people couldn’t do that. But then, how would I know?
I had the route set in my mind. I wasn’t going to mess around with any changes now – best just to get there as quickly as possible. Sticking to main roads and motorways would reduce the chance of being attacked – as they were more likely to get caught doing it.
The roads were quiet. I drove as quickly as I dared, swinging and swerving around corners, speeding down main roads. Soon the Ford I was driving flew up the ramp and burst out onto the motorway.
I put my foot down and shot down the road. It was dimly lit and quiet. I passed only a couple of vehicles speeding in the opposite direction.
I was about to let out a sigh of relief – when my eyes caught something in the rear view mirror. It was a pair of headlights behind me. They were getting bigger. The car behind was catching me up.
But it wasn’t one car. There were three of them.
And they were chasing me down.