Well…Okay, here I am. I know, I know, you guys that read my stuff are like 'what the hell?', but I promise they're coming soon, so no worries. Anyways, hello, and welcome, to this thing--Whatever it is. This is a story I just randomly thought about, and felt that I had to write, so I'm presenting it now, and I hope everyone likes it. There's a little change in meeting here, that will be very obvious as you begin to read, and maybe some slight changes in plot from the show--But, I'm hoping that you enjoy the change. This chapter will mostly consist on character setup…so you won't see the gang until the next chapter, I'm thinking. Okay, no more explaining. I hope you all like the story, thanks for reading, and let me know what you think, please. -*ThomThom*
Introduction: Where We Are Now
'I was a nobody. Just some kid sitting around listening to the bullshit around me; sitting back, and watching everyone talk about giving up; praying for their deaths to come faster. Gotta admit, I had started to head in that direction once, but one day something inside me was suddenly filled with strength. Strength beyond my usual attitude, and cockiness that I feel I rightly possess. Something inside me that told me that running was not an option; that we had to fight for what was ours, even if we had no chance. Then again, when do you truly never have a chance? Anyone would be surprised to find that there's never a time to give up. Never a time when shutting up about something you believe in should be your only way out. Yeah, I was a nobody once. A nobody. Now there's few who don't know my name…they were all nobodies too.'
The building was run down, just like every other building smack-dab in the middle of the city. It was where all the action was; no longer just in the out-sweeps of town, working it's way in, so of course that's where she was. Where else would she be? This is where her heart told her to be; where her blood pumped that much faster as soon as she stepped one foot across that city line. It was going to be the night; the night that she took down the new rising clan--One of thousands, but this one she had a particular need to take down. So, she sat in one of the rooms of the building; the plaster on it's walls peeling off in piles of brown. They hadn't originally been that color, but with the water leakages, smoke from fires, and countless intrusions leading to blood splatter, the walls were no longer white. She was unsure of what the floor used to look like; only knowing the piles of black paper, and plaster, along with a few passing rodents, which she paid no mind to--They were just trying to survive just like every live thing left in the city that wasn't a demon, or some branch of the sort. Just another part of the animal kingdom, so even when they squealed, and ran directly over her crossed legs, she didn't move to kill them. She didn't move at all, flinching or otherwise.
'It won't be long,' every part of her was ready, and now she was just centering herself as much as possible. Meditating had become she needed; not just to keep her body operating, but to keep herself from simply running out into the middle of the chaos when she felt that urge from within. So, she sat breathing slowly, with her eyes closed, and her legs crossed, facing the window which gave an image of distant fires, and flashing lights of blues and greens--evidence of use of magic. Her two weapons, two long silver machetes, were laid out in front of her, and she was ready. All she needed was the signal; to hear someone approach the door, and she would be up and on the move, 'Just another animal in this kingdom,' her hand twitched suddenly, pulling her completely out of her meditating state, which she had had trouble completely indulging in--nothing new on the night of a fight. Just like any other time, she was just going to ignore the twitch; there was no time to pay attention to things like that. Not when there were so many depending on her.
There was a knock at the door, "Kennedy, it's time," this was Michelle, a girl with a story of her own. One that she wasn't so fond of telling, but it didn't matter. They were all devoted to one another; always by each other's side, just trying to survive, and as long as that was true, there was no need to know every detail of each other's past. She watched Kennedy stand up slowly, everything in the room seeming to shift as her body rose, thanks to the layers beneath her, as well as a scatter of small creatures spreading throughout the room. There had been a time where Michelle herself would have been disgusted, and panicked at the sight of such things, but not anymore. There wasn't any time for that, either.
"Is everyone ready?" Kennedy asked, picking up her machetes, after she dusted herself off. She turned to Michelle, who had a bow and arrow in her hand. It was her main weapon of choice at all times, along with one machete, but all the top guns had at least one machete. They were trademarks; an announcement of who they all were, and there were few who didn't know who they were immediately at the sight of the long blades. As usual, Michelle was wearing a pair of tight worn and torn blue jeans, with a dark green tank, and some heavy black boots, which were necessary when walking through the city. Never know what was lying on the ground out there. It was her fighting attire, not that she had many options of what to wear, but they all dressed pretty similar on these nights; the main difference being their tops--That however, didn't matter. There were just times where she noticed these things.
Michelle looked over her shoulder, pulling back her black hair up into a ponytail as she counted the number of people behind her; she counted nine. With her and Kennedy included there was eleven, when there used to be twelve. It was the twelfth one that they all had on their mind; it was her they were going to avenge, "All set. Just waiting for you, now," her voice seemed to shake slightly, involuntarily, "You ready for this? Seems a little extra crazy out there tonight," the city was louder than usual, and they all knew why; everyone seemed to know.
"They're out there gloating," she began to walk towards the girl she considered to be a sister, her face full of the anger she felt within, as her heart began to pound in her chest. The rush was something she loved; that surge of energy, and power, but it didn't get rid of some of the fear. They were walking into a trap, and she knew it. But, they had to go, and they had to make it out alive. There were too many depending on them not to, and there were too many eyes watching them for them not to take their revenge, "It's now or never, Michelle," her eyes wondered over to the girls standing completely outside of the room; she could feel their nerves; hear their hearts pounding, "It's me and you," her voice was quiet, quiet enough so that she knew that only the girl in front of her could hear her, "Me and you."
She lifted her hand, "Always has been," Kennedy's hand met hers, and both pulled slightly, bringing their heads together briefly, "Let's do this," she yelled, "Get your asses out there, you all know the plan," letting their hands separate, she turned her back to her closest friend, only looking back to give her a quick wink, "This better be done by sunrise."
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'Have you ever been in the middle of chaos? Every felt it's fingers brush across your face?' she wiped the black blood off of her cheek with her shirt, and moved forward. It hadn't been her blood, so the need to get it off her face was an urgent one. She never knew how a demon's blood would affect her skin, or her body in general. Some of them had learned that the hard way; being burned, and left scared on parts of their arms and legs, "Pull back together!" she yelled, and each of them moved to be closer to the center of the room. Hordes of black demons were heading towards them, a few of them already upon them, reaching with their nails to tear flesh. They hadn't had any deaths yet, but if they didn't stay close to one another, they all knew that that wouldn't hold true for much longer, 'We've got about twenty minutes left in here,' her brown eyes searched the room, hoping to lock with shades of grey, and finally they did.
Michelle had a cut on her head, and blood was starting to run down her face, but she didn't even seem to be phased by it. When the cut had first appeared, after the demon had managed to turn her own machete on her, she had tried to wipe the blood away, but it had just kept coming, and so she had torn part of her shirt, tying it around her head, in order to slow it as much as possible. But, she knew that losing as much as she was, sooner or later, it was going to catch up with her. After taking one more blow to the face, temporarily distracted by Kennedy's call, she picked up one of her arrows off the ground, turned the demon around, and sliced it's neck open; black spurts immediately flying forward, and then she let the demon drop to the floor, before looking back to Kennedy. Seeing that Kennedy was the one that was now occupied, by a group of about four demons surrounding her, she looked to see how all the other girls were doing. She counted seven, and automatically knew where the other two were; they weren't dead, she could feel that, but if they didn't hurry, everyone else was going to be. Only her and Kennedy seemed to be standing strong, and she herself wasn't up to her usual.
Kennedy ducked underneath one of the demon's claws, stabbing it in the stomach, as she kicked the demon behind her, and then twirled her other machete, as she stood up right, slicing off one of their heads, 'It's what pushes us forward; this chaos. And sure, it might be trying to kill us, too, but if you know how to move exactly--When to duck, when to jump, when to take just one more hit--sometimes it'll surprise you and lend you some of its power,' after taking down the last two surrounding her, she looked to Michelle and gave a quick nod, which the girl sent to another, and then another. That's when the girls started to vanish, some of them jumping out of windows, others squeezing between cracks in the room, "It's you and me," she yelled to Michelle. It was only the two of them that weren't running, "You and me," pulling up their last burst of energy, they started to kill one demon after another, ducking in between each kill so that the demons began to hit each other on accident. They were both headed in a certain direction; towards the back of the building, where pounds of explosives had been set up. Black powder scattered about it's edges, 'Every once in a while, you're the source of it all--When you've reached that point, you've made friends with the best ally out there. But don't forget, it still might try to kill you.'
As soon as she caught sight of it all, Michelle reached in her pocket, as fast as she could, taking a kick to the stomach, and sparking her lighter to life, and then lighting the tip of one of her arrows, which she had specifically covered with a drenched cloth--it was drenched in lighter fluid. She quickly shot it in the direction of the explosives, a smirk played across her face. Some of the demons backed away out of instinct, while others that spotted the explosives tried to take off and run. But they wouldn't get far, and she knew it. All the cracks in the building had been covered, thanks to the girls who had left, and if they decided to jump out any window…there would be someone waiting for them. Mostly, by moving closer and closer towards the back of the building, her and Kennedy had pulled them too far back to be able to escape. Now, they just had to find their own way out, "It's done!"
"Got it," Kennedy yelled over the hoard of demons. She who had also brought a lighter, threw her own towards one of the corners of the room, knowing there was a path of black powder waiting to be lit. They immediately began to first hear small explosives, and the building started to shake, "Let's get out of here," she called, as she made a quick right between the panicked demons. She ran as fast as she could, slicing some out of her way, while pushing others who were still trying to fight. Then, she felt her right hand being grasped by another hand, one that she knew without even looking, and she just ran. There was a window in sight, one that they had labeled as their escape, and they both ran full speed to get to it, turning slightly as they felt the glass break under their pressure. And, as soon as their shoulders broke through the glass, they felt a sudden heat consume them, throwing them forward. They had been the second floor, so the landing was a harsh one, but that didn't matter.
"Fuck," Michelle clinched her teeth, turning onto her back. She looked over to Kennedy, who was slowly starting to sit up, "God damn it no more fucking windows."
Kennedy laughed, despite her pained ribs, looking over at her friend, catching sight of the shard of glass lodged in the girl's arm, "Don't move, I'm gonna take it out," she reached over and grabbed the shard, using her other hand to put pressure on the girl's arm, and then pulled it out quickly, watching Michelle stifle a scream, "You good?" the girl simply nodded, and then Kennedy helped her to her feet, "Let's get out of here," the girls who were taking out some of them demons who had gotten out, most of them covered in fire, nodded in Kennedy's direction, took out whatever demon they were fighting, and then turned to leave, 'Still an ally I see.'
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"Alright assholes, quiet down," as the room quieted, and all eyes turned to her, Kennedy lifted a glass in the air, ready to make a toast to the night. Though most of them were injured, and drinking should have been the last thing on their mind, they had managed to gather up a few people, to celebrate yet another win, "Tonight, we went out there, knowing full damn well that we didn't have much of a chance, and yet here we are," everyone cheered, "After kicking lots of ass, breaking a few limbs, and cutting a few arms open," her eyes met Michelle's and they both smiled, "we've managed to pull out yet another victory, and even though we're all tired as hell, we want to fuckin celebrate this night. And to remember why we went out there in the first place," each and every person in front of her, about thirty of them total, now had a serious expression on their face at the thought of their lost fighter. It was their first lost, and it was one that none of them had entirely faced, but it was one they knew to be more real than any war raging outside of their hideout, "This night was for her," Kennedy nodded, before gulping down her entire glass, and stepping down off the table she was standing on.
Everyone went back to the conversation they were having; making out with whoever they were making with; or dancing to the music they were dancing to. Anywhere else in the city, and playing music would have been the dumbest risk ever, but where they were, there was no real reason to fear. This was their hideout; deep underground, and in the most remote part of the city, where the demons had once lived, before their rise to the ground above. No one went there but them, and a few stragglers looking for a new place after where they had been staying was taken over by demons. That's how most of the civilians had ended up there; they had been picked up on a run, after the girls had gotten word of an attack, or had somehow managed to hear the whispers from the few humans left about the great fighters of the city. There was more than one group, and everyone knew that, but Kennedy's was the most legendary. She herself was the most legendary leader of them all.
Michelle walked up to her friend, putting her arm around her shoulder sloppily. She had been drinking for a while by this point, having started when she was being stitched up by one of the civilians, and so she was in the best mood she had been in in a while, "Let's have a few shots," she said, guiding Kennedy past a few couches, over to where they had built a bar. They had tons of alcohol; taken from all the abandoned liquor stores, and gas stations.
"I'm actually about ready to take a shower now. Why don't you go get Riley, and a few of the others to have shots with you," seeing the look in her friends eyes, as well as her pouting lips, she smiled, "What the hell, why not?" she watched as her best friend put together a few shots, laughing at all the spills, and random swigs, as they girl laid them out. Though they were all definitely drinking away the pain at the moment, she couldn't help but enjoy times like these. Times where she could look around and see smiles on the faces of her closest friends, and not feel the weight of the world on her shoulders, "You ready?" she questioned, ignoring her friends swaying, as she nodded. Just as they were both about to gulp down a shot, Kennedy heard her name shouted over the music and froze. Michelle however, sensing that her friend wasn't being called for a reason, did the shot anyways.
"Kennedy," it was a guy they knew, one of the few that hung out with the fighters all of the time, even when it was really too dangerous for him to. His name was Todd, he was a little taller than Kennedy, with dark hair, and dark eyes. He was about the same age and her, and actually was one hell of a fighter, but he was a guy, which meant he wasn't a slayer, and also that the feelings he had for Kennedy would never be returned, "Someone from one of the other groups just brought this note over. They told me to give it to you immediately," he handed it to her.
She looked at it cautiously, though she didn't feel it posed any threat to her. It was what the note was about that made her worry. Usually, notes from any of the other groups were only news of more deaths, or another rising clan, so getting one right after they had lost one of her own was kind of daunting. She turned to the bar, and opened the letter, as the other fighters gathered around her, knowing she would read it aloud, "This letter is to Kennedy, leader of the underground fighters on the east side of the city, from Giovanna leader of the above ground, west side fighters," Kennedy rolled her eyes instantly, thinking of the woman who had obviously had someone write this for her. Giovanna was someone she had known for a long time, one of the people who had been there when the plan of setting up different fighting groups was laid into place, "Later today all of the leaders have decided to come together at the secret location, in order to discuss recent news, and in order to bring together supplies that are needed to be spread out across the city to all of the civilians," that meant food, and clothes, she knew for sure, "All fighters should be brought along," at that, all the other fighters groaned, including Michelle. It wasn't that they didn't want to go, it was just that they were tired, and drunk, and so they knew they would not be up and ready to go any time soon.
"You know what that means," Riley, the recent named third in command, said slowly. She was one of the younger fighters, with died blue hair, that made her look more pale than she actually was, and bright blue eyes, which didn't help either, "It's time for bed."
"No, it's okay," Kennedy said, folding the note, "Michelle and I will go and check things out. We'll probably just talk about migrating a little, and just get food, so no worries. You guys have been through enough. I, however, am I going to bed," she handed the note back to Todd, and then looked to Michelle, "And so are you," the girl took another shot, and then followed behind her, as she made her way through the crowd. There was a room in the back, one the crowd, into another section of their underground hideout. This section had a few beds in it, and was where all of the fighters slept, each of them with some kind of weapon next to their bed. Most of the time, not all of them would sleep in the room, but by morning they'd all be in there, talking about the night before, or looking at a map of the city trying to see how they were going to get to another group of demons, or civilians.
Michelle fell onto her cot in the corner, her eyes closing instantly, "Goodnight Kennedy," she mumbled, pulling her pillow over her head.
Kennedy laughed, "Night Mimi."
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She opened her eyes slowly, not at all surprised to see a few of the girls had found there way into the room, though not exactly landing on their own parts of the room. A couple years before, she would have died at the thought of having to share a room with eleven, once twelve, other females, but they had all been there for a while now, so it didn't bother her at all. Most of them had something wrapped; an arm, a leg, their head, thanks to the fight the night before, 'Don't know how much we've got left in us,' she thought, as she walked out of the room, making sure not to wake anyone.
"Hey, you've finally emerged," Michelle said, sitting on a small couch. Somehow, she had managed to emerge without a massive hangover.
Kennedy sat down on the couch as well, putting her legs across her friend's lap, "How's that arm?" she asked, as she then let her eyes wander about the room. Sometimes, she was still amazed at how the demons that had once lived there had managed to make the area actually look like a possible home. She had no clue what the place used to be before the demons had come there, probably just some hole in the ground, but they had managed to make it into something, and then her and the other slayers had managed to make it look like a place humans would actually live in. A few of the fighters, along with the civilians thought of it as an actual home as well, not shy about sleeping on the couches, or bringing in more furniture to pass out on. She laughed at that thought, and then looked back to Michelle, who had apparently answered her question, but she had not been listening, so she asked again.
Despite the fact that she had answered the question, Michelle did not complain, she moved her arm slightly, "Should be healed pretty soon," for a moment, they said nothing, looking about the room. Then, Michelle spoke again, "Abby said she wants to come with us, since everyone else is warn out."
"Oh really," her brows rose. Abby--she was a smart kid, only about seventeen, and just as strong as all the rest of the fighters, but she was inexperienced. Yes, they had all pretty much started out that way, minus herself, and Michelle, but with the things they had been facing, she wasn't sure it was a good idea to pull in a new fighter. They wouldn't have even been considering bringing in a new one at all, if they hadn't lost one a week before, "She does know that we're just going to get food, right? That there won't be any fighting, so she won't feel obligated to prove herself."
"Obligated?" Michelle questioned, "She dreams of proving herself," she paused, "Of getting your approval. You're her idol," she teased. It was nothing new; someone looking up to Kennedy. Pretty much all of them did. How couldn't they? She was their leader. It was her who had gotten them together, and who had helped set up everyone else that was out there, trying to survive on a day to day basis, "Plus, everyone here knows that a food run doesn't only include getting food. Who do you think will be there this time?"
She shrugged, truly unsure, "Depending on who's all left--I'd say Babette, Flore, and Gio, but I haven't heard from anyone for a while, so who knows," out of all the leaders, she herself was the youngest, and only the second strongest, the strongest one being Babette, who was also the oldest. The woman was legendary, for sure, with tales swarming around her, but still it was Kennedy who everyone looked up to. It had been her who had stood up, when everyone else had been ready to run, and it was because of her that everyone had made it as long as they had. However, she didn't really like taking the credit for all of that, "I'm hoping we'll all make it there."
"I'm sure everyone will be there," she assured, placing a hand on her friends knee, "Otherwise we won't be getting any food, and I'm fucking starving," they laughed, though truly it wasn't funny. There was some things they just had to laugh out in order to make it, "You know, we've gotta get formula too, apparently Lima had her kid."
"What? When?" it wasn't like she could keep up with everyone, so though she hated asking about important events like that, wishing that she could keep track of everyone herself, she still had to ask.
"Last night, while we were out kicking ass, she was hear having a baby," she smiled, "It's amazing that we've still got people having kids with all this crap going on, isn't it?" mostly, she meant that it was crazy because of what was going on. They didn't have what it took to take care of a newborn, and a lot of the times the younger ones would die, but they had to at least have hope. Some of them had made it, so maybe they'd find a way to keep them all alive, "I mean, I sure as hell hardly have any time to get laid at all, but other people sure as hell seem to be managing it pretty well," seeing that the sun was completely up, she stretched slightly, "Guess we better head out, don't want to keep everyone waiting, and everyone here will be whining about how hungry they are soon."
Kennedy stood up, stretching as well. Moments right before she had to meet with the others always made her worried and excited all at the same time. She looked forward to seeing them, and to seeing how their groups were doing, but then she also hated the what ifs in the back of her mind--What if they didn't make it? What if they were all dead? What if she was the only one left to lead them all? She sighed aloud, which of course caught everyone's attention, but when she seemed to shrug it off, everyone went back to what they were doing. She looked to Michelle, "Tell Abby she can tag along."
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'Times like these, I feel like part of me is just going insane. I feel this urge to laugh instead of cry, and I know that there's gotta be something wrong with me. But there are so many eyes that would be watching, that I can't take that moment to let it all go. I can't let that crazed part of me out,' they walked past body after body, blood covering the ground, where flesh didn't cover it. A long time ago, a sight like this would have made her vomit, but Kennedy had seen much worse. The problem with this sight was it was all people she knew. They were all fighters, and a few of them were leaders. Spotting someone move in the crowd, she ran over to the outreached hand, the body laying beneath another--It was Giovanna, one of the leaders. A woman hitting her late twenties, known for being just as tough as she was beautiful, "Gio," Kennedy yelled, pushing the body off of the woman, a body that she recognized to be the woman's lover.
Michelle grabbed Abby's arm, keeping the girl from following Kennedy, who she knew was about to say her last words to the woman. She could feel the woman slipping away; feel her life fading into nothing, and considering the history all the leaders had, she felt that neither one of them had the right to hear those last words, "Come on, let's go see if we can find anyone else alive," the place, once labeled as a sanctuary was in shreds, chunks of walls scattered about, from the crumbling buildings around them. It was a horrifying sight, and one that would haunt her for God knows how long, but she had to be strong. Not only for Abby, but for her best friend as well. Especially for her best friend.
Kennedy glanced over as Michelle and Abby headed off in the other direction, and then looked back to Gio, who was no longer the beauty she remembered. Her face was covered in blood, purple bruises preventing her eyes from opening completely, and cuts on her cheeks. She looked down the woman's body, trying to find the wound that was draining her of life, and found that her stomach had been sliced open, and was bleeding profusely , "Oh fuck G, you're…"
"I know," the woman coughed, "I'm a goner," even in the most dire times, this woman managed a laugh--another thing she was known for, "They came out of nowhere," she began, her eyes leaving Kennedy's staring up into nothing, "We had all gotten here last night, thinking it'd be easier that way, and had hoped to get you here too, but we heard about everything…so we knew you wouldn't be able to make it. It was just before daybreak, and…out of nowhere there were thousands of them," she coughed again, this time with blood coming from the corners of her mouth. She felt Kennedy try to sit her up slightly, and waved her off, "No, I have to tell you this, before it's too late," after taking a deep breath, she spoke again, "I was talking to Lynn, and then something grabbed her from behind, and the whole place erupted in screams. They were everywhere--All types of them, just taking us out one after another. We fought as long as we could, but there was nothing we could do," her hand moved to her stomach, so she could put some pressure on it, and Kennedy follow suit, "There leader seemed to be a vampire. He was very tall, with brown hair, and blue eyes. Called himself Lalo, or something. I'm not sure."
"Who was here?" Kennedy asked, cutting in, knowing full well the woman didn't have much longer. All she needed was a name, she figured. A name to track this guy down, whoever the hell he was, "I need to know who was here."
Gio shook her head, "Everyone," she whispered, "Everyone was here. We were all waiting for you to tell you the good news," somehow the woman managed a smile, "We've gotten word that they're coming here. The whole team of them, and they're leaders. They've finally come to help us, Kennedy. Soon…" she began to cough again, this time uncontrollably for a long while, "Soon, it might be over. Soon, you can…" a frown played across her face, slowly. As if a question were appearing in her mind, but before she can ask the question, her chest fell, letting out one final breath, and she was gone.
Seeing that the woman's eyes were still open, Kennedy reached and closed them gently, "You can stop fighting now," she said, as if the woman were still right there with her. And inside of her, she felt that in that moment she was still there. Like she was hovering there, trying to pull herself back in, but Kennedy knew it was all over. They should have known that one day they would be found out, and outnumbered. There was no way that that day wasn't inevitable. She just had not expected it to be so soon--Though, considering everything, three years was a long time. Thinking of the fact that the woman had said everyone had been there, she stood up, looking at the masses of dead bodies, trying to feel for anyone else, but all the life that was left belonged to the weaker sort. There was no one else out there that was like her. She prayed that everyone hadn't truly been there, or that some of them had escaped, but there was no time to wait and find out. Someone was after them all.
"We've gotta head back," she said, getting the other two's attention, but she had a feeling that they wouldn't get there in time. Sure, the sun was up, but for some demons that meant nothing; for most of them actually. There was no telling how much of a head start the attackers had, and she could only imagine what they'd return to find. From the look in Michelle's eyes, she was sure that her friend was thinking the same thing, and just as she was about ask if Abby was all right, the girl kneeled down and began to vomit--There was no need to ask.
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'We got lucky. When we got back, it was like none of what we had seen even existed. Everyone was there, sitting about, talking, or training. None of them knowing that just a couple hours away, there was a mass of dead bodies lying on the ground, torn to shreds; their bodies starting to smell due to the rising heat.'
"This is bad," Riley said, as she paced across the room. She was the pacer, they all knew that, and gave her room to do so. It was the way she thought best, and they were all up to suggestions of what they were going to do, "She said all of them were there? Was she sure? Did she say if any of them got away, or anything?" aggravated, she pushed her dark blue hair back out of her face. Any time she was upset or worried, her body seemed to heat up uncontrollably, and they all knew that. Usually they'd urge her to calm down, but considering what was going on, nobody said a word.
Kennedy ran her fingers through her hair, and sighed, "Uh, I don't think she really had the time to think that hard. She just told me what she could think of in that moment. Gave me a description of who she thinks is the leader, said that everyone was there, and…" it was the 'and' part that she didn't want to get to. It was the part that made her angry. It had always made her angry, while it made almost everyone else hopeful. They had heard whispers in the city about the original slayer and her group of fighters fighting on the other side of the country, and even at one point, there was word of them winning. That had been a year or so ago, and though she had then had hope that they were going to come help them fight, and finally put an end to all the great demon clans, they had never come. She had started to wonder if it was all even true, or just some rumor to keep spirits alive. But, whenever she thought that they were real…whenever she heard things that made her think that maybe there was some group out there, taking every demon in sight down, she got angry. It was weird, and most didn't understand, but to her there was a reason to be upset. New York was said to be the place hit hardest, after the spread from California and Cleveland, so what she couldn't understand was why they, being in New York, hadn't instantly been sent help. Year after year she had people dying, but no one had come to help them. No one had sent word of coming to finally relieve them…until now? No, she wasn't happy at all, she was furious.
"And?" Michelle questioned, just as all the eyes in the room did, though only her voice was heard, "And what, Kennedy?" from the look in their leaders eyes, she got the feeling that she knew what the woman was going to say. And though she understood Kennedy's feelings on the subject, she couldn't help but have hope in the possible truth of 'their' approaching arrival.
"She said that they got word of them coming to help us," she didn't need to say anything other than them for the group around her to start to talk amongst themselves, or shoot questions at her all at once, "I don't know how she knew. All I know is that she believed it to be true."
Abby stepped forward, "Do you think it's true?" she asked, "Do you think they're really coming," all of their hope depended on Kennedy's answer. If their leader said she didn't believe it, then they felt that she was probably right. The one time she had said yes to that question, she had been wrong, and promised to never lead them so blindly again--They had never truly lost a fight since…until recently. Any death of a fighter was considered a lost fight.
Kennedy looked the girl dead in the eyes, "I guess we'll just have to find out. In the mean time, I think we should find somewhere else to hide out. This was a little too close to home for comfort. We might want to check out the out sweeps, again. See if it's all calmed down."
"When?" Riley asked, unsure that she was with this new plan to move. If they started moving around, it would become harder for them to be found, and considering that they had the possibility of getting help, she wasn't sure that their usual way of taking off was the right course of action.
Though sensing the questioning eyes in the room, questioning her plan of action, Kennedy did not hesitate to answer, "Now."
-- TO BE CONTINUED --
Okay so that's it. It's not much, and I'm not completely 100 % behind it, but it's a first chapter, and all my first chapters start off a little shaky. So, I'm thinking that in the near future of this story, I'm going to show you all how everyone got together, and how Kennedy got to the position she's in now, but I just wanted to start you off here, because this is where all the action concerning the gang and Kennedy's fighters meeting up gets started. Not sure how I'm going to do any sort of flashback, but I will, and I'll be doing it soon. As for the next chapter, the gang prepares to head to New York, as Kennedy gathers everyone to move to a new hideout…Thanks for reading, and let me know if you're into it-*ThomThom*