Laura’s body laid there, motionless frozen cold with the deep sensual chill that descended upon the forest as the sun set in the west. Its last pure rays of light dancing as if drew forth the sickening shadows of the now lush forest. In the distance Laura could hear everything, she could hear the individuals proceeding to immobilize him dead. She could hear as they placed their attacks and pillages his body seconds over. She could hear how he was fighting, desperately but she knew that he knew these individuals were beyond his ability to attack. Her body still ached hideously as she could see her wounds were taking their own sweet time to heal.
Eventually she couldn’t take it any more as she forced herself to stand. Keeping her mouth shut she staggered pushing her back up against the tree as she managed to see in the distance as the young hero attempted to dig himself out of the treacherous hole he had fallen into. “Why didn’t you run...” she whispered placing her hand over her bleeding side as she tried to block the leaking of her bodily fluid. Right now she would have given anything to be able to change what was about to happen, to change it somehow so that he left her at the motel room, so that he left her at Gambler’s abode...she would have given anything to stop them from meeting if it meant to avoid this one moment that was about to take place.
Previously at the gas station
Dashing around a corner she froze as she reached a dead end of an alley way. Her hands slid against the icy stone wall as an odd almost unnatural darkness befell the small alley way. The gleaming of her claws as they unleashed and sliced against the walls shattering the silence. Panting heavily she spun around her foot claw releasing itself as she sliced into a group of trash cans. Crouched down a moment something sped toward her and in reflex she leaped backward perching herself on a wooden fence that lay behind her. Yet something rammed into it from behind causing her to lose her balance and jump spinning into the air and slicing her claws again intending to hit something but in truth hitting air.
She stopped she was getting nowhere. Her claws remained unleashed and her eyes focused on the ground as she relied on her other enhanced sense that she had gained. “Why give up so simply.” Like lightning she spun on the ball of her foot her arm bent toward her chest and shot forward as her slashing of blades resonated she did finally hit something. A Silver blade was all her eyes focused on until she narrowed them on the person who was clutching the weapon. Taking a step back in a fighting stance she was ready to attack until he flipping his sword to the other side and dropped it on the ground as she noticed the other half of the blade was stained already in blood.
Finally she began studying his features dark black hair shoulder length wildly laid upon his face deep, almost glowing blue eyes gazed back at her he was dressed in a full black suit he almost appeared like Gambler with his attire, but it was not him. “The boy, where is he?” Her eyes shot up from the weapon as if she was now a frightened animal surrounded by predators. Silence cut through the walls like a knife slashing at a dead carcass. For a second she thought that the blade retained War Killer’s blood but a swift inhaling of the scent calmed her fears yet she knew she had smelled this scent before.
“Who are you ?” she bluntly said with a darkened hint of anger in her. “Bring us the boy.” Like a jack out of the box Laura’s body hurled forward her claws extended as she slashed at his chest yet only slicing the clothes. The young man staggered backward observing his now torn attire with a devious smile “You didn’t draw blood Laura, your losing your touch.” Her neck bent upward as she glared at him her teeth now visible as the feral animal began to take over. “Who are you!” she said her tone risen in rage yet also anxiety. A deep chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head his locks beating against his face. “The Scent Laura….don’t tell me you can’t even remember the scent of your own daughter?”
Instantly time stopped all sounds ceased all thoughts in her mind became irrelevant. Her eyes dropped behind her to the silver weapon as she sniffed in the scent once more, and flashes images all laced with pain and solemn regret overcame her. “Brook….” she whispered her emerald eyes dropping to the floor like her heart did in her chest. “Yes little Brook, let me tell you that little girl is amazing she lost over a 3 pints of blood and still she survived. “Laura cringed as if a dagger had been stabbed into her chest her eyes shut tightly as she gritted her teeth not saying a word. “And obviously her ability of touch made her a hard child in truth to capture but the family you placed her with was quickly disposed of.”
“Who are you .” she said once more while tears began to build up behind her eyes “Where’s the boy?” he asked again, his brow raised. Laura could not help but have hideous images flash before her face of her little girl being tortured by whoever these men were. “Bring us the boy and you’ll get your daughter.” Her eyes looked at him with utter confusion as she finally gained the stability to ask “Why do you want him?” The man shook his head as she sighed deeply extending his hand to the sword as it instantly moved into his grasp. “Because we do.” With that he turned and began to walk away “Follow the scent you’ll find the location you have 24 hours Miss Elysian, please do not force me to kill an innocent child especially yours.”
Present
A sudden icy jab to the neck was enough to silence the hero permanently. Talon cringed as she looked away a moment her hands clutching fists. Taking in a final deep breath most of her wounds in her chest had healed and she was able to walk. Finally her eyes returned to watch as the young hero fell face flat on the ground. She would have given anything for that to be it, but it wasn’t. His exhausted emerald eyes glanced over at her in desperation as he utter largely out of breath “La….Laura”. With that the Star spangled hero feel into the realm of unconsciousness. Laura’s emerald eyes swiftly moved from the body of War Killer to one of the hooded figures who clutched a dagger in his hand.
He raised it high ready to bring it down in the back of the poor boys throat and that was when she called out “Stop!” her voice echoed through the threes as birds once lodging themselves flew violently away. The hooded man stopped the instant her voice priced the silence and as he glanced up he could see Laura’s torn and tattered body walk toward him slowly, her eyes never laving the body of the her. “Don’t kill him...not yet.” She whispered knowing he could hear her. When close enough she crouched down her knees brushing against the rain tipped grass. Slowly she turned the boy’s body over to see his dirt and dew covered face.
Slowly she slid the tips of her fingers across his bruised check as regret built in her eyes. “We have our orders” the hooded figure said as he grabbed her wrist only to have her swiftly pull it away. Leaping to her feet she glared at him, pointing her twin blades directly at his face.”First I want to see my daughter...” she hissed her emerald eyes faded to a sun set yellow. The man backed away as he raised his hands which caught the young Lycan off guard but she stood her ground. As the two embarked on a staring contest Laura watched as the figure bowed gently and nodded his head. Grabbing the body of the boy he slumped it over his shoulder and walked toward the sun set.
Laura silent followed behind her mind falling back to the moments she had spent that built up to this. How much of it was real, and how much a lie? She couldn’t tell. With her hands deeply in hr pockets she followed like a sheep to the slaughter doing her best to justify her actions the best way she could yet no matter what she did, she couldn’t seem to accomplish that task. Eventually as the continued on the incline they reached the top of the hill to star down at a dark cumbersome valley with a steep walk down. Then perfectly situated in the haven of tall monolithic tress there was what looked like a medium sized ware house. Its whole exterior was metallic and was locked by two hulking doors. There was a black Mercedes Benz parked outside.
One of the two hooded figures glanced back at Laura, she was able to note his darkened eyes as he stared at her before uttering in a husky voice. “Be careful, for the ground you tread is not your own.” With that they started the long and treacherous path, Laura would have had no trouble...if she kept her eyes on the ground, but she couldn’t. Time after time her jaded eyes glanced upward at the unconscious body of her former friend. What was the matter with her? She had betrayed Gambler, a man who she had known for so much longer, she betrayed her adopted Father The Hunter. She had even gone as far as betray her team why was this betrayal against this hero so hard!?
Before she knew it she was standing feet away from the door as it slowly creaked open to reveal nothing but darkness within the housing complex. As she watched the two individuals disappear inside the shadows of the ware house she took one final glance backward as she saw the last rays of sun light blocked out by the distant mountain peaks. Within the young teenage assassin there was a morbid feeling, a feeling that caused her to think that somehow the next time she saw the sun, it would be on different terms. Swiftly looking back she briskly walked past the two massive doors as they drew to a loud close, and the latching of locks could be heard after.
For a few moments there was utter darkness as all the windows had been blanked out. But eventually as her keen scents kicked in she was able to paint a mental picture of the place using the scents, along with her feral eye sight. As she glanced around she had lost track of the two individuals and more importantly War Killer. Desperately her eyes searched in a full circle as she couldn’t see anywhere for them to has disappeared to. This gave Laura the only conclusion possible: a trap door. She knew that in this almost unreal darkness there would be no way she’d be able to find anything. She was dealing with professionals and whether it was their intentions to leave her like this she had fallen in this situation.
Dropping to one knee she flatly laid the palm of her hand on the ground sliding it across the floor nearest to the door to detect the head residing from the two hooded figures. Whenever your foot presses down on the ground it leaves a residual trail of heat but it swiftly fades. As she felt around she was able to feel a very slight heat and trail of foot prints. With a trial now detectable she got to her feet and followed it to what appeared as a pile of boxes. Pushing them aside she was able to reveal a hidden stair well that spiralled down no doubt to the basement. Swiftly she slid down the railing until performing a flip as she landed coldly upon the cemented floor.
Her head shot up to see the two hooded figures and between them the young man she had seen prior. The body of the young hero was nowhere in sight, which caused a knot to tie deeply in Laura’s stomach. Standing fully erect she pointed her claws directly at the blue eyed, black curly haired man. He was wearing a long black trench coat and she could detect the hilt of a sword protruding from his left side. A devious smirk curled upon his crimson coloured lips as he spoke “So miss Laura....you did better than I thought, you really are a traitor.” He said as he stepped out of the guard from the two figures as he dismissed them.
Outstretching his hand toward her in gesture he added “Now come...look upon your work.” Cautiously she took his hand to have him gently pull her toward a door. As he opened it she was a bit reluctant to step in for all she saw once more was utter darkness. Now this darkness was not a dark that occurred when the shadowing of the sun took place. No this kind of sinister shadow was anything but natural, she wasn’t even sure if it was living or not but she had her own assumptions she would keep silent. As she passed through the door she glanced around as her eyes started to adapted and in truth there was a bit of a dim hazy glow from the burning lamps above.
She paused a moment as the young man stopped as his eyes moved upon something around the bend. Noticing Laura’s hesitance he outstretched his arms one more with a devious smile on his face as he said in a sinister tone “Come Laura.” As he said he name shivers went down her back, it wasn’t the fact that he was saying it but the fact of how he said it. Willingly she placed her hand in his as he once again slowly pulled her into the light as on that moment she gasped slightly. For laying before her was the fallen hero War Killer. Who had managed to overcome Gambler, and all previous threats but betrayal he had not yet tasted. He was chained to the wall, from what she could tell looked utterly exhausted as if he had been pulling at the chains the whole time.
“Hero...” she mouthed the words as he slowly lifted his eyes a moment and the shock she saw filling his jade eyes wished Laura to run. Yet as she turned to walk away a tightening hand on her arm stopped her in her tracks. The Strength this man mustered was beyond her comprehension, as he tightened his fingers around her arm she cringed due to the sheer force of it. As she turned her locks of hair spun also falling across her face. Her emerald eyes for a moment managed to look the fallen hero in the face but that was as long as she could hold his gaze. Yet while their eyes did meet she managed to give him a strict implication that speech would not aid his cause. Whether he would lash out in anger, or star silently in shock she didn’t know. With that gesture her eyes fell on the man holding her arm as she bluntly pulled away, backing up a few steps to gain a paces distance.
“What do you intend to do with him.” She said subtly watching his face intently to see his response. There was a brief moment of silence as he glanced at her a moment with a prudent look on his face. “What is it to you?” At that moment she wished she had a swift come back but she didn't see the point, she knew what his ultimate destiny would be. With her head bent low and her fists clenched she hissed through her teeth “Give me a moment with him.” He looked at her suspiciously his brow raising above his curly locks, yet he nodded his head and turned to exit the chamber. As the door slammed shut leaving the two alone Laura stood there in silence.
Her breathing was shallow as her eyes cast elsewhere, she wanted to explain but how could she? Finally mustering up the courage she looked at War Killer once more, pity filling her eyes like tears. In truth she was in the brink of tears but she had to hold back. Both their lives were at stake...too much was at stake. Taking a cautious step toward him she knelt down inches from where his body laid. Wiggling herself closer she placed the palm of her hand on his check. He was burning up, obviously he had attempted to sever the chains several times over and failed which placed him in such a heated state. “I...” she cut herself off as she looked away a moment pulling her hand away in sync timing.
A deep silence over came the whole area as to Laura time had stopped. Eventually she couldn’t hold back as the tears that had desperately been building out finally slid down her blushed cheeks. “I’m sorry.” She whispered as her eyes once again looked at him now in desperation. “...hero I am terribly sorry. They left me no choice. If I did not do as they said they would have killed my daughter, and hunted you down and killed you and those they found you with.” Her tone was a hushed one as she placed her hand on his shoulder wiping away her tears with the other. “Please, believe me when I say...the time we’ve spent...none of it was a lie. I am sorry...so so sorry hero.”
With that she got to her feet and turned away. She couldn’t look back, if she dared she feared getting lost once more in those deep crystal green eyes of his. She wanted to change the events that would inevitably take place but she knew she had no choice. After seeing War Killer, and weighing the option of her Daughter’s life, she couldn’t risk it. The door opened and as it did bright light flooded the area. Slowly the young blue eyed man casually walked in his hands in his pocket as he approached her. “So your little good bye session over deary?” Now she was getting uncomfortable. What were his intentions really? Why her? There was a connection and she assumed it had to do with him being so....personal with her all the while.
“Yes.” She said coldly as she was about to turn and exit. But as she did once again her hand was clasped by the young man as he pulled her in to kiss her. A devious smile appeared on her lips as she then swiftly unleashed her twin talons jabbing them into his chest, location: The heart. With that she raised her right leg but as she did he clasped his other hand around her neck, she was expecting that. He foot half raised she bent her knee slamming the ball of her foot into his chest sending him back first into a pile of wooden boxes. Laura stood there reeling from what she had just done. Deep gasps for breath slid through her dried out lips as she continued panting a moment, her eyes focused on the shattered boxes seeing if there was any movement.
After several seconds had passed her neck turned to fall upon the chained up hero. She couldn’t help but smile to see the astonished look on his face. “What?” she said in a sarcastic tone. Yet those were the only words she had time to say for the scuffling of the other two hooded guards could be heard coming down the stair well. Dashing to the opened door Laura kicked it shut and pushed a metallic krait in front of it. With that she leaped over to War Killer unleashing her claws as she began cutting against whatever the metal was. Suddenly banging against the door could be heard as no doubt the two cloaked guards were attempting to save their leader. Eventually with her knuckles bleeding she managed to sever both chains that tied the hero down.
Pulling him to his feet at that exact moment the krait burst from the door crashing against the wall as the two men stood. Laura glanced hesitantly at the star spangled hero as she said blatantly “You take the one of the right I’ll take the one on the left, they’re fast so use that against them.” She really didn’t have much time to explain the fact she had just sacrificed once more all she had left for him was hard to believe she was still trying to figure it out. But something she would eventually have to tell him was that only a few minutes ago she was ready to walk away and have these men deal with him in whatever way they wished. Something made her change her mind or at least some one anyways.
She didn’t have to time think she just acted, knowing that probably her first attack would fail due to their enhanced speed she needed to think outside the triangle. With her fists clenched she dashed forward unleashing her claws as her feet lifted from the ground. Her body soared to her assailant and like she anticipated as if he disappeared as if he was never there. Her eyes behind her as she unleashed her claw in her right foot using the momentum gained from her leap and landing on her left foot to form a 180 degree spin. As her foot claw sliced through the air it was instantly stopped with the hand of the hooded figure. Now one legged Laura found her ankle clutched tightly by her opponent who had a devious smile gliding over his dry brownish lips.
The cracking of her bones were the next thing that occupied her mind as she cringed in pain attempted to pull away. To her astonishment he actually started snickering as if this was funny, well she would swiftly turn that smile upside down. Taking the risk she jumped up using her left leg as she raised it directly up similar to that of an axe kick instead she sliced both in raising it and bringing it down. Her claws directly penetrated her rivals face tearing his shrouded hood in half causing the tattered cloth to fall to either side. Yet as she did this he realised her right foot causing young Laura to slam onto the cemented ground. Because of both her feet being in the air while she fell down her back was the first thing to absorb the impact. She let out a gasp of pain as her body laid flat on the cold concert slab.
Her eyes though were swiftly diverted as it fell upon her enemy’s now revealed face. Gasping in shock she attempted to console herself but found no way to. If she had not witnessed the death of her brother she would have said he looked similar...no exactly like him. In rage her attacker charged toward her grabbing the metallic krait and throwing it directly at her. Mustering the only remaining strength she had she used her elbows and knees to roll herself over just enough to miss the falling metal. Taking in a deep breath she forced herself to her feet, yet as she did she could not help but stager due to the tremendous strain that fall had impacted upon her spinal cord.
Her emerald eyes fell upon the man as then once more he disappeared. Laura out of fear didn't dare move, but in truth used her other sense to detect his presence. Like the flipping of a switch she leaped forward rolling on the ground at the precise moment to avoid her opponents striking side hand jab directly on her shoulder, which no doubt if succeeded would have shattered her shoulder bone, and scapula. With the tips of her fingers resting upon the ground and the wall straight in front of her she noticed the broken chains that once use to be around War Killer’s arms. As her eyes glanced at it she knew she didn't have time to fully think this through, for she could hear his footsteps approaching her.
Her body like lighting bolted sideways as she performed a slanted dive for the chains. She did this in a way so she was able to discreetly seize the chains without her opponent noticing. As her body finished the 360 degree turn and she found herself back on her feet the next image flashed violently in front of her face as the individual in question harnessed a screwdriver and was attempting to jab it into her head. With his body inches away from Laura’ at the appointed time she sprung to her feet (for she had been crouching all the while). Clutching the chain in both hands she outstretched them apart directly under the assailants hand and when the fixing implement was inches from her forehead she threw the chains parallel having them cross over the top of his hand and inevitably licking around his arm.
With that she grabbed the opposite ends and pulled them on spot instantly stopping her opponents attack with the screw driver only an inch or so from her face. His eyes were now staring in astonishment at her but she didn’t take time to pause. Unleashing her right foot claw she jabbed it into his stomach twisting it so it would penetrate the right hand lung. With that head butted him and pulled the chains as tightly so she could stop the flow of all fluids from the individual’s hand. With that she released the chain in her left hand and spun it around his neck as she pushed her back against the wall enhancing the force of her kick aimed directly at the groin. Sure all people had different weakness yet he was humanoid and for men in truth there was only one assured.
With those attacks finished she let go of everything as her body slumped to the floor in pain. Her eyes slowly diverted downward to notice that as a last effort her attacker had literally dug his hand into her chest. Due to her absent mindedness she had only noticed now. Cringing in pain her body pushed firmly against the wall as she dug her front teeth into her tongue. In applying force to her chest with both hands she hoped this would lessen the loss of blood and speed up the healing process but only time could tell. Taking in deep gasps of air her eyes fell upon the motionless body of the once hooded individuals. His long blond hair soaked in his own pool of blood.
One breath after another her eyes wavered to the rest of the room, only to realize that it was not the small holding room she thought it to be. It was another ware house underneath the previous one. No doubt the kraits and boxes that now lay shattered on the floor managed to put up the illusion of a confined space but the utter most truth was very different. Running her burse and bloody hand through her sweat drenched locks she attempted to locate War Killer. Without fully know the vast size of the room she reckoned maybe he was in a whole different area entirely, who knew how big this place REALLY was.
Using the wall as a prop she managed to pull herself to her feet. The exterior chest wound hand healed but the damage interior wise would still take a few minutes she hoped. “So little Laura ready for more?” That voice incited fear in her heart as her head turned to her side to see the man she had stabbed in the heart standing as if he had always been there. She shook her head in disbelief as her eyes stared consistently while her mind attempted to piece together a reasonable sentence and attack plan. “How...” were the only words that escaped past her dried and water thirsty lips. Her black locks of hair flowed down her face like vines hanging in a forest blocking most of her facial features.
“Please, you didn’t think it’d be that easy.” He said while stepping over the dead body of his guard his hands outstretched in a sarcastic manor with a provocative grin. As Laura was about to move her body instantly froze as a gust of wind overcame her and next thing she knew he was whispering into her ear “Please don’t fight, I would like to bring you back in one piece”. As the young Lycan prepared to slice at his neck she found her body flung against the room into a pile of wooden crates. The wood splinted into her already semi wounded back as the force caused her chest wound to break apart and bleed once more. Though through all this a cry didn't escape her lips.
Not lagging a bit she stumbled to her feet unleashing both her Talons as she stood her ground. Once more he was out of sight but she was ready for- a lightning dash to the left caused Laura’s shoulder to slam into the metal wall. It was only as she glanced back that she noticed she just avoided a deadly attack. The man, he now clutched that of what appeared to be a katanna, but that was not what frightened her. The makeup of it was- another premature attack forced the young teen to dive forward in several rolls landing her against the metallic crate that had blocked the door. Her head ached, due to absorbing the force of the blow.
Hardy able to take in the many progressions of attacks Laura needed time to catch her- a cry resounded from her throat as pain instantly flushed through her system like water. Her eyes timidly fell upon her shoulder which now lodged the blade. Obviously if it was a normal katanna she would have nothing to worry about, but it was not. The weapon was laced with silver, Laura’s only weakness...besides War Killer. The metal began eating at her flesh as the smell of burned food could be detected. “So darling how did you know?” the man said a grin on his face, his eyes focused on her. For a moment she looked like a wounded deer immobilized by car lights but swiftly that childish face faded as the eyes of an animal kicked it. Her claws were the first things unleashed as she severed the blade of the sword from the hilt.
This must have caught the man by surprise for he didn’t move in time to avoid her foot claws dashing forward and ramming into both his thighs. She used as much force as she could muster to push him back as she then rolled onto her stomach and prepared to- her mouth opened as blood poured through it, it was gasping for breath as she froze out of pain. Her eyes were wide in shock as a small whimper escaped through her nose. The blade had now been driven directly into her back and she could feel it digging into through her laced spinal cord to slice through the actual bone. Her joints were frozen as she could hear her opponent straddled behind her as he breathed deeply. “Sorry Laura, I said I’d bring you back alive....but paralyzed works as well.” Laura knew that the moment that silver sword pierced through her back bone that the wound would be permanent and she would be immobilized possibly indefinitely.
But instead of ramming it right through her he slowly pulled it out of her back with great caution. With that he kicked her over causing her to shut her eyes attempting to block out the pain. Now laying on her back she wearily stared up at him her eyes fading open and shut. Standing over her he knelt down placing his hand on her chest. “Sorry Laura.” But as those word echoed through her head her eyes shot open a piercing bright yellow as she clutched her hand around his throat as tightly as possible. He stared at her shock filling his eyes as she attempted to break her grasp but he was unable to.
With a devilish grip she used her legs and flipped to her feet till clutching his neck tightly before letting it go as she grabbed the broken blade on the ground and stabbed it straight through his forehead. The man staggered to his feet clutching his hands around it as he persistently pulled it out of his chest. With his hands bleeding her slashed it toward her slicing it across her check. Ignoring the pain she shot her hand forward to stop the blade as it soared toward her neck. Wrapping her fingers tightly around it was blood dripped from her cut hand she pulled it from it. The silver dug into her skin as she tossed it aside glaring at him, as she hoarsely spoke “I’m not...dyeing...” Her flared up eyes glared at him as she charged toward him sending her claws into his throat as she twisted them.
He let out a shrike as he grabbed her other wrist twisting it while gasping out “I’m not either...” she let out a cry of pain as she felt her left wrist shatter under his grip. With that she pulled away her back slamming into the cold wall. Madly her eyes looked around for anything that could bring this beast down. He wasn’t dyeing. She had hit all the vital points but he was still alive. Stained in blood he outstretched his hands with a provoking smile as he licked his lips of the blood. In all this time young Laura had not paid attention to all the wounds inflicted upon her body. Her chest was aching, and with her limp left arm and silver infected right shoulder she didn’t know how much longer she could take this.
“How did you know?” his exhausted voice slit through Laura’s thoughts as she looked at him with a devious smile. “Would you believe me that I already had suspicions the moment I looked upon your little warehouse?” he shook his head as his arms folded. “You were very persuasive to make me believe she was here but you forgot a few things. You see the car parked in front I know for certain once housed my daughter probably you used that as the mode of transportation after you kidnapped her so I don’t doubt that you did take her away but I know she’s not here.” Taking in a deep breath she forced herself to stand her ground she might have wanted to collapse but she needed to remain standing.
“What about her scent? Even you would admit that her scent lingers in the very rooms of this establishment.” He said subtly. “Of course I do not, you did well in fabricating her scent making it appear as if you got her actually into this place but we both know you didn’t get her past the front door.” This time she paused and her took advantage of it “But that does not change the fact that we still have her, and that every moment you waste fighting me her life hangs in the balance.” Snickering slightly she shook her head her black blocks hitting against her face “That’s where your wrong, you don’t have her anymore. I admit it is her scent that is in these walls but it’s at least 7 maybe even 10 days old. See a person’s scent changes from a day to day basis possibly even hours. Obviously there are some main things that remain the same and most people over look the small details. As a person ages there is a part of their smell that alters with their aging but it is so minute that it is hardly detectable unless looked for. Most people don’t know this so they don’t look but I grew up in a facility and they trained me to look at EVERY detail.”
Brushing her lose hair behind her ear she slid her one hand into her torn jeans pocket “It was simple actually...” she said taking on a confident tone. “You obviously did manage to catch her but something happened she escaped for her foot prints only run up from the car and stop just past the doors of the warehouse. Within the time of you transferring her from the car to the warehouse something went wrong she escaped or someone saved her I don’t know but what I DO know is you don’t have her anymore.” Shaking his head in disbelief he let out a deep sigh shrugging his shoulders “Even if your...hypothesis is true about her scent what about the blood on the knife? Did we fabricate it as well?”
“No” she said assuredly lowering her head “That was her blood but it was stale. Blood the blood you showed me in the alley way was already several days old, older than the scents here....either you gathered it on an injury she must have had several days prior...or you went further than that gathering up blood over a period of time possibly posing as a doctor to get it from her easer. The fact is you had been planning this for a lot longer than before because you knew there was no assured way you could get her back after she left. That’s why you had the blood as a backup plan if you didn;t have her, you just needed enough evidence to prove that you HAD , had her to make me think you still had her.”
Taking in a deep breath she finally admitted “But in truth I already suspected forgery the first I saw your face. There was undeniable proof that something went wrong during the kidnapping that forced you to push your plans forward in the future.” Her hand lifted as she pointed to his face “That scare...it use to be a bite mark didn’t it? You knew if I saw it a day after you got it I would have simply figured this all out, so you had to wait so the bite marks disappeared and all that remained was bruise.” With that she pushed herself up against the wall, even though it proved that her daughter was not here it didn’t matter she was going to die, no matter what she knew or didn’t.
But just as defeat looked like the only option she heard a buzzing of something cutting through air. Her eyes widened as she devious smile appeared on her lips. “What are you smiling at child” he said snickering. “Your doom...” with those words the flashing colours of red, white and blue blurred her vision as it cut toward her opponent violently spinning through the air until ultimately impacting her opponent in the chest. Due to the sheer force it pushed him backward straight through the wall beside him hopefully severing him in half. As the dust settled a moment and the crates of boxes fell upon her oppressors body she fell to her knees exhausted. Her eyes stained straight at the floor as the pain flooded her body.
Yet with in her silence the sound of footsteps approaching her could be heard until they finally stopped in front of her. Slowly she looked up to see the bruised and battered face of the young hero, his clothing torn and his breathing heavy. Taking in a deep breath she forced her legs to get to their feet. Now standing before the young man who even after her betrayal still saved her life she said the only words she had left to say. “I’m...so sorry.” Tears filled her eyes as then they diverted from War killers emerald green to what laid behind him. “I’m so sorry...” she finally said dashing forward as with all her strength knocked him aside to the ground so he could avoid death. Blood splattered laid a rain upon the hard cemented floor dropping on the floor like rain drops from dark clouds. Laura stood there her mouth ajar as she her whole body trembled. Her eyes were focused on the man standing before her, the same man that she thought she had vanquished twice before.
“Sorry...you should be.” He whispered staring into her tear stained jaded eyes. He held within his hand the splintered silver blade stained with Laura’s own sticky bright red blood. Falling to her knees she placed one of her hand on the ground in an attempt to support her but another was wrapped tightly around her neck. Her eyes danced around the room opening and shutting as if she was going crazy, and she was with pain. For the blade sliced directly across her neck. If she had stepped a inch closer than she already was her head probably would have been detached from her body. Blood gushed out like a waterfall as oxygen escaped her gasping lungs. Finally with no strength left her body fell face flat on the floor but she wouldn’t give up.
With her hand still tightly wrapped around her throat she beat against the ground with her fist letting out one muffled cry after another. Her face tightened in pain as she felt as if she was being suffocated. Blood because it was being stopped started pouring up out of her mouth as she began throwing up its putrid liquid. Hoisting herself up on her right shoulder she spat out the blood that was building with in her mouth. She gasped for air but no air managed to fill her lungs- she was going to die. The wound was forged with silver and in that sense it was permanent the wound would take house to heal and she’d be dead in minutes.
Due to the loss of blood her body collapsed on her side as she dug her nails into the floor scraping them against it trying to block out the pain but she couldn’t. Finally with all her strength almost gone she once again fell on her back as her eyes faded in and out of vision. Once again the cold blue eyes face she could see hovering over her. “Any last words little girl?” her eyes dizzily stared up at him as she then turned her head clasping both hands around her throat as tight as she could. With that she began saying something but it was softer than a whisper. A decrepit snicker appeared on his face as he leaned in and mockingly added “What was that?” her eyes then glared at him as she said in a much louder tone...
...”C...ch...Charl....Charles!” she shouted in his face sending her head to hit against his so hard that he staggered backward. And with that she used her legs to twist around his causing him to lose his balance. With all her ingenuity used up her eyes tear stained emerald eyes fell upon War Killer several feet away. Finally she had said the only thing she had wanted to say his name. Whatever breathing she was doing it was shallow and almost undetectable as a blood of blood had built up around her, soaking her clothes drenching her hair. Shutting her eyes a moment she as she formed words in her mind she attempted to speak though when she did she could feel her own severed bone slicing against her opened flesh wound on her neck.
“Charles...” she said softly her voice filled with regret and pain “Please...” the uttering of his name was much more than what was perceived. For before she had stated to the young hero in the car that she only called the people she loved by name. “I’m sorry Charles...” she gasped for air as her head fell limp on the ground as her eyes began to close. “It wasn’t a lie....it was real....I...Charles....I” coughing out more blood as she could feel unconsciousness fall over her like a blanket. “Charles....I’ve always...like you.” And with that her clenched fist lost grip as her eyes fell shut and she faded into the darkness that beckoned her.
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