Bestus & Violet
"It has been done," Bestus whispered as he licked off the blood from Sereki, his ancient katana. The target lay on the floor, motionless, with a pale, limp body. He quickly fed on the body, to quench his undying thirst for that warm, red, liquid.
Violet rushed into the room, relieved to find Bestus unharmed. She quickly surveyed the scene, and then proceeded with the bad news.
"We've got trouble," she spat. "Those damn Pure Seekers followed us here, and more are arriving by the second."
"Hmm, what to do, what to do," Bestus thought aloud. "We have only two choices," sighing heavily.
"Run or fight?" Violet asked as she peeked out the window. "There are roughly twenty-five of them."
"That's it?" Bestus chuckled. "We'll slaughter them. I'll flank right, and you left?" He asked.
"Fine by me." She replied with a sharp tone.
"One."
"Two."
"Three!" they shouted in unison, as they crashed through the windows. They took the Pure Seekers by surprise. Bestus and his katana were a blur; slashing and slicing at an unimaginable speed. While Violet and her daggers were stabbing anything they could reach.
In a matter of minutes, the carnage grew and grew until there were nothing left of those hypocrites.
"That takes care of-Violet?!" Bestus yelled as he rushed over to her, noticing she was injured severely. She couldn't stand on her own, and Bestus helped her up.
"Those damned fools are persistent, I'll give them that," she panted. "Cut me up pretty—she stopped and then suddenly fell, unresponsive to Bestus' pleads….
End of Chapter 1.