Terra
"You filthy slut!" The biker said throwing her into the brick wall. Her back cracked slightly. She shivered as he stood over her with a bleeding ear. Her mouth was full of his red liquids. She spit the ear out and attempted to uppercut. He caught the fist and twisted it.
With pain racing through her arm and her being forced to turn around, she felt her chin smash against the bricks. Luckily, she didn't break her mouth, but she had scrapped her cheek. As the little patch of skin was torn off, a pool quickly formed on her face and began to drip down.
"Let's see what's keeping you off the Earth," the man said as he threw her down hard. She struggled to stand as he shoved her arm upwards and dislocated it. Terra put her knee on the wall and swung it back into his shin. He held on, but loosely. She put a headbutt into his head and as he backed up, she pulled him forward. She put her left foot on the wall and then the right a little more ahead, flipped, and was behind the biker.
With her good arm, she kept her elbow around his throat. She started to choke him. He growled in frustration as he was unable to escape. He twisted his head and bit her on the bicep. She cried out in pain and let go after she kicked him in the back. She looked down at her arm and moved it around. She was slightly pissed off now, but she felt more scared as she didn't know what he would attempt if she was put face first on the ground.
She looked up and he was looking at her aggressively. Panting like a rabid wolf. She had been on the run for so longbow, she didn't want to know what would happen if she actually won this fight. By then, she could be bled out. She swore she wouldn't use her powers. After what happened last time…
"Here now, little slut," he purred with foam and blood out of the side of his mouth. "Come over here so I can put you on your back. You might find it more comfortable. But then again, I only fuck those who are dead!" He leaped at her with a switchblade out. She felt a sting on her belly. She moved back slowly as he approached with a much more secure and balanced pace.
Terra closed her eyes and swung at him. He grabbed her only good arm, twisted it back, and broke it. Her eyes watered with tears as he then slammed her to the ground. He positioned himself over her and snarled, "But I might just make this an exception."
Screaming, Terra raised rocks from the Earth with her very willpower and crushed his head between two. His bits of brain splattered the back of her head. She sobbed as she forced herself up with only her knees. She rested on her knees as blood ran from her chin and hair between her thighs. Her once white skin was now covered in a spiderweb of blood.
A set of footsteps pattered next to her. She wanted it to be the biker. Even if he was going to force her to be deflowered. She didn't want to kill anyone. Tears ran down her face. As the footfall conceded, she heard breathing next to her. She looked up slowly and opened her eyes.
A girl slightly older than her stood there. She had white hair and an eye patch. She had two katannas on her back. But what stood out about her the most was her hand outstretched. Towards her. Why was she offering help? No one had offered help to her before. Always shunning her away.
Terra couldn't took it. The woman crouched next to her and twisted her dislocated arm. A white flash hit Terra as more pain rushed into her shoulder, but, her arm worked again. The girl once again extended her hand while she stood up. Terra hesitantly and felt the strong hands pull her to her feet.
"Th-th-thanks," Terra said. "Thanks a lot."
"It looks like you could use some help."
"Thanks, but, uh, I kinda already killed him."
"You did. I see it all on you. I'd prefer not to. Why don't we get you washed up?"
"Really?"
"Yeah. Haven't you ever heard of a bath?"
"Well, yeah. I just-" Terra went silent. She hadn't had one in years. It had been so long since she felt water that was hot. The last time she got to get wet was when she had to swim across the lake to escape a pursuer. She looked down and massaged her broken arm.
The girl grabbed her arm. Terra cried out as the girl also twisted this with more precision and punch her in the shoulder. Terra nearly screamed as the girl repaired her arm. They were both fixed,but incredibly sore. The girl smiled slightly, but she was clearly looking at something behind her. The girl hugged Terra close as she heard gunfire. Terra withdrew and saw three homeless people who had witnessed the brutal killing in self-defense lying on the ground dead.
"Why did you kill them?" Terra asked in fear.
"Because I'm a bad girl. Or, rather, that's what they call me. They never even gave me a chance…" The girl looked up realizing she had over spoken. "Sorry. Never mind. Just know I'm here to save you. Please come with me."
"Oh-Okay." Terra was looking around. She wondered what was going to happen next. "Maybe, we should get out of here."
"Oh, yeah," the girl said. "Not exactly the most proper introduction," the girl holstered her pistol and pulled Terra along to a motorcycle. She jumped on and let the girl position her behind her and they rode off. They were on the road for about ten minutes before the girl pulled off to a restaurant. The girl parked behind the building and lead her inside. Terra sat down across from the girl who kept her weapons. She laid the katannas on the seat and satin them. A waitress with a man walked up. Presumably the manager.
"I'm sorry young woman, but this establishment cannot allow weapons inside. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. My condolences." The man looked truly sorry, but because the weapons would pose a threat to something. Terra picked up on this and so did the girl.
"Let's make a deal," the girl said. "How about I clear out those couple of thugs and we get a free meal and a complimentary dessert."
The man looked back at the counter and then back the girl. He nodded. The girl winked at Terra. "I'll be right back," she said. She rose up and put the guns on the table. She walked behind the counter with the manager and waitress. Terra heard a scuffle and a loud bang. Some of the customers looked back at the counter curious. The girl returned and sat down and sighed a deep breath. She looked at Terra and gave a small smile.
"What did you do?" Terra said leaning forward.
"I made sure the grill was clear so they could flip our burgers. Duh."
"And those bangs?"
"Obviously I was making sure the milkshake machine worked. You can't have fries and burgers without milkshake. Do you eat them someway else?"
Terra shook her head. The girl dusted her shoulder off and looked at Terra and gave a small slouch. "Now, where were we in our conversation. Oh, yes, that's right! My name is Rose. And yours is?"
"Terra," Terra said extending her hand which Rose shook. Rose smiled at her and dug out a twenty dollar bill for the waitress as she returned.
"Oh, uh, your meal is, ah, free," the waitress said.
"Oh, but it would be rude not to tip," Rose said. She stuffed the waitress's rreast pocket with the money and shooed her away. Rose placed a napkin on her lap, put on hand on her lap to support herself, and began to eat with one hand. There wasn't much talk over the food, but about halfway through, Rose started a small talk.
"So, tell me, Terra. Where ya from?"
"Well, I, uh, well, it's kind of a long story."
"Tell me. I'm dying to hear a good one for ages. All my books have been read, awesome story video games don't drop until June and July, and I don't want to hear Batman origin stories for the six-hundredths time."
"Well, it's kind of boring." Terra said waving a fry before devouring it and washing it down with a vanilla shake.
"Every story is special. Just because you didn't come from outer space, unless you did, doesn't mean your story is boring. Everyone starts from somewhere."
"Well, it started when I was born. I was born practically a princess, but I was subjected to experiments. That's how I got my powers. I was sent to the United States, but then I just kind of messed up. I became a hit woman, but, I just didn't enjoy killing people. I kind of get emotional. Not because I kill people, but because being killed by the Earth and the rocks aren't the most prettiest deaths to gaze upon. So, I just, kind of wandered the Earth. I've always wanted to help someone do something meaningful. Whether it be good, bad, or ugly. I wanted to mark something for myself and something or someone to mark me for themselves."
"Like… intimately?"
"Not necessarily. Just someone to care for me. It could be a sister, brother, lover, mother, father, or even a child. A friend perhaps would satisfy my desires. That why, well, when I saw you, perhaps you couild fulfill one of those roles."
Rose sat forward. "Well, I'll tell you what. If you can get over killing people, I'll be you're best friend, mother, sister, guidance, and if you want, I'll be your lover."
"You're a lesbian?"
"No. But what's the difference between using a dildo by yourself and you ramming it into me?"
"Thanks, but I don't ride like that. If you'll be my friend, I suppose I can kill a few people. But please, not too many."
"Deal," Rose said. "I only need you to kill five."
