Author's note :
I'm fairly new to writing so bear with me as I learn. I welcome suggestions on how I can improve. Chapters might be short due to being new, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.
Fog filled the space around them. There was a smell of charred metal that was almost suffocating. The witch stood before him. Her face was illuminated in the night by only the dim flames that burned from the torches posted along the castle walls. She was so beautiful. From the blond hair that draped the side of her face, to the way her dress was slit and curved over her thighs. She began tracing the lines up the sleeve of his jacket with her fingers. She was so close. Too close. With his back laying against the towering wooden door, he pressed the front of his gun to her waist. Trying to distance himself from her.
"Why protect these people? They have done nothing for you."
The Witch reached out, placing the palm of her fingers gently under his jaw. His gaze met hers, and whatever obscurity he had hoped his visor would be, had little effect to this woman. It was as if he lay bare before her. Each fingertip felt like a small flame that hovered his skin. Warm and enticing. Tracing downward and stretching out. Like a snake coiling it's prey, her fingers curled around his neck. The fabric of his collar offered no protection from her grip as her nails began to dig in.
"These so called noblemen sit in their castle, not caring for anything but their own happy, deluded world." Her once gentle eyes became sharp. As if piercing the deepest part of him. "They spit on anything they deem lesser to them. And everything outside their walls are in their eyes."
With a quick and hard thrust forward of his gun, he shoved her backwards. Forcing the grip she had on his neck to release. Swiftly he grabbed her by the wrist. With a hard pull of his arm, swung her behind him. The Witch's side came crashing into the door. She let out a pained gasp. Before he let her react, his arm was pressed into her neck. Pinning her to the door.
Silence fell to her lips for a moment as the crows that were perched on the outer walls of the castle took flight. The sound of their caws, echoing through the air. This time she brought herself to meet his eyes. But now the visor did it's job. She couldn't see past his cold exterior.
"Why fight for them?" A saddened look had painted her face.
"I'm a soldier Angela." His voice was horse. Tired and worn.
He pulled his arm from her and watched as she steadied herself for a moment. Just a moment.
"Go home." His words were more of a plea then an order.
She looked up to see his back turned to her. Slowly the distance between them grew, as he crossed the bridge to the castle gate where Junkintien's creations began flooding through. She watched as he raised his gun and took aim. Sparkes flared as bullets crashed against the robotic beings.
Through the sound of gun fire he heard her voice softly trickle into his ear. As though she was still so close.
"It's you who should come home Jack."
The words faded leaving behind a warmth that ached his heart. He had no need to glance behind himself. The presence he felt and knew so well had vanished. Now all he could feel was the roughness of the air.