Another started fanfiction. Yay! Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this one as I enjoy writing it...
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Obviously.
I smile when I see that my attacker is as tired as I am. I block the knife he's trying to stab into my abdomen, and jump forward to cut into his arm. He blocks as well and I frown slightly. This one is good. This one is very good.
One the barely audible whisper of a knife moving rapidly through air warns me as another attacker comes from behind me. It's luck now, fifty-fifty chance what he is trying to do. He either thinks I haven't heard him and will lunge directly at me, or he knows that I know that he's there, and will do a circle with his knife. In a split-second, I decide to risk it and jump backwards, turning slightly so I can see where the second attacker is. I was right. But then again, he had been very quiet, and I had been lucky that the sounds of my fight with the other attacker had stopped in that exact moment, if just for a second.
When I suddenly feel a sharp, hot pain in my ribs, I curse myself. I had been thinking too much and hesitated for a second. The first attacker had used that moment of unawareness to attack.
I fall to the floor and try my hardest not to scream while the electricity curses through me. When my body finally stops twitching, I look up to my attackers.
David smiles and stretches his hand out. I take it and he pulls me to my feet. Andy chuckles and pats my shoulder.
"You alright, kid?" he asks and I nod.
"Kiara!" a voice says and I look up. A man stands outside of the ring we were fighting in and looks at me.
"Father," I answer and smile. I haven't seen him for a few days and it's always nice to have him back.
"You did well until David came. You need to concentrate, Kiara, that was foolish. Even a ten year old could have killed you in that moment." He chides me. I bow my head and nod. It's not that I am going to cry or that I don't understand, but I am disappointed in myself. Finally Father is back and the first thing I do is embarrass myself.
"You did well, spitfire. Just don't get distracted any more." He tells me and I nod again.
"Continue," He commands and this time David is my first attacker.
The steam coming from the shower calms me and I can feel myself relaxing. Not entirely, of course, but a bit. It will help when I am finally under it.
I take off my clothes and step under the water. It is hot, nearly too hot, but I enjoy it. The water makes my red hair go dark, and it clings to my skin. As I wash the sweat of my skin, I smile. Everything is perfect. Father is home and so am I. It's rare, but when it happens, I am happy.
I go downstairs when I hear quiet movements in the kitchen. Father is cooking and singing at the same time and I join in. We both love this song, it's Father's ringtone, and exactly that damned phone goes off right now. I hate that phone. It reminds me of many things, all of them bad. All the countless time when it had interrupted our day and Father had to leave, all the times when he would call with exactly that phone and tell me to run and hide, which I had done so many times in the fifteen years I have been on this world, or my worst memory, when he had left me for two years and I had nothing but that damned phone. But Father still keeps it and I don't say anything.
Father frowns at the text he received and sighs, closing his eyes. I know not to interrupt him now, even though I want to, i want to scream at him not to leave me again, I want to grab the damn thing out of his hands and smash it on the floor. But I don't, because I don't dare. I don't want to imagine what he might do.
His eyes snap open and he looks at me, up and down, and smiles. I smile back shyly, even though I'm singing and dancing on the inside. This is a special smile. It means that he wants me to do something, and only I ever get it. It is one of his most genuine smiles, and in that smile I can see how much he loves me.
"I need you to do something, Spitfire. Will you do that for me? Will you help me?" He asks and I smile again. He only asks me. He commands the others. But I am special, and I know that I'll always do everything for him, just so I can see that smile and so that he will be proud of me.
"Yes, Father," I answer and smirk. "Of course I will."
So... Chapter one... I hope you don't mind that this chapter didn't really tell much... But it was necessary! So, what do you think, who is Kiara?
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-Valkyrie