The sun deceived below the border of Millennium City, the skies dimming to a tangerine hue all the whilst the breeze in the air began to cumulate. In the park of the Renaissance Center, the birds chirped in a consolatory aspect that manifested serenity for the population of citizens and even heroes. A herd of the civilians wandered around the circular pathways in joy, mending with casual dialogue. The evening gave off a beautiful impression that it would end veraciously- almost to the expanse that nothing could go wrong. Children ran together wildly, running after one another excitedly in a game of tag- they had to have been unique enough to step foot on the Renaissance turf.
At her favorite spot in the park sits a blonde woman with an elastic, red band covered with gathered fabric fastened around her ponytail, her top covered in a high technological breastplate, shocking orange with pulsating red lights and numerous tiny air vents. It was the same with her gloves and boots. She had a drawing padon on her lap which she works away on while also holding her phone to her ear, that shoulder supporting it.
"Mmm I dunno'! I mean..." Krysta's bubbly voice spoke out loud into her phone, "You're the expert and all but this just seems a bit too much..."
Silence passed on as she multitasked, inking her artwork when listening to her friend on the other line.
"Sure, I get that! It's just- yeah... I know, I know..." Krysta bobbed her head in a deliberate manner.
She was ready to comment again when a sudden snap of a twig broke, breaking the silence followed by swift movements. It sounded like it could have came from anywhere.
Krysta broke out from her attention span, gazing emptily toward the trees as she stalled her reality. The voice on the phone snapped Krysta out of her nervous trance after calling her constantly.
"...Mhm! Sorry! I thought I... heard something." The blonde woman furrowed a brow, peering around her surroundings one last time before shaking her head to remove her anxiety. "Here, have a looksie!"
Lowering her phone, she took a snapshot of her illustration and sent it over to her recipient. She lightly shades it in, a grin growing when hearing such delight expresses coming from her friend.
The predator smirked all too sneakily from where she hid; she was gifted in stealth. None could debate or argue about her facilities. Who ever it was just simply watched on, eavesdropping on Krysta's conversation for however long she wished.
"Mhmm, yep! I'll print out a few inked versions, solids and shades homie! I'll put them in the mail first thing tomorrow. Gurrrl you gonna be lookin' fiiiine!" Krysta laughs heartily over the call. "I don't know, we've not- I... I just don't know. Maybe! I think so! Mhmm, ahah! See you later, chica! Toodles!"
With a click, Krysta sighed in contentment and presses her back against the tree, continuing to relax on this beautiful day. Her body responds to stress by exhibiting shock when that sneering seethe fills the air around her, and she nearly gasps. Casting a few alarmed glances over her shoulder, she closes her drawing pad, writhing worriedly after surveying insignificance. She furrowed her brows, her body at turbulence and is quick to stand as she packs her assets away, holding her sketching pad across her plated chest with both arms. The frantic girl hopped from the podium of grass, her metallic boots clacking onto the concrete.
"Azada Rubia," breezed a sharp spanish accent from above, "¿No te dije que te quedes lejos de mí?"
Krysta gasped in sudden fright, easily recognizing that distinctive, sinister voice. She slowly turns on her heel with a stannic scrape, finding herself gawk at a spiky haired damsel about twice her size, perching in the same tree she rested against, one leg dangling lazily over a branch. "D-Danya."
"You remember my name!" That opposing woman exclaimed with factual shock, blinking down at Krysta searchingly. "My my... aren't I the starlet nowadays..."
Krysta frowned deeply, slowly backing away. "B-Bria told me all about you. You're in the news, too! You... killed all of those innocent people."
"Mmm, I am afraid you have no proof, darling," Razura breathed gently in spite of her horrific demeanor. She then shifted out of the tree, stooping down to land on her bare feet with a loud crash- unharmed.
The destructive thump was only more of a reason for Krysta to stagger back continuously, one hand carefully slipping behind her as she fetched her phone from her rear pocket, blindly hitting the speed dial button for her close companion's blackberry device.
"People saw you!" cried the bubbly blonde woman, "They all described you!"
"Perhaps I contain an evil duplicate." Razura chuckles darkly, amusing herself with those deadly sharp talons of hers, clawing at the air in a murderous grace.
Krysta quivered at the sight of the claws, her eyes in tremor. She pedaled back once more, step by step. "W-What do you want with me?"
"Oh, but haven't I already informed you the last time we encountered?" Razura tilted her head in a sadistic manner, those eyes so glacial.
Never does her gaze leave the murderous woman as Krysta's voice shook. "You should... you should walk away, Danya. Let it go. Holding onto g-grudges like this is bad karma!"
Razura cocked her chin in amusement while observing the fearful behavior in front of her. "But this is way too amusing for me to just ignore! You can be by next victim and then the dreaded puta will come looking all dumb trying to avenge your stupid-ass."
"Y-You're just making it worse for yourself, Danya! Bria is coming; she beat you before and she will do it again... I don't think this time she is letting you go, either." Krysta swallows hard, not knowing where any of her words came from. She mentally slapped herself for blabbering the unnecessary.
"Pfft!" A swipe soared into the air dismissively. The air even squealed at the massive pressure from Razura's claws, "Where is she, hmm? I am within the most beloved monuments of Millennium City! The Renny Center is all but disappointing to deliver your death now, wouldn't you agree?"
Razura wore a small, sharp smirk proceeding toward the smaller woman, those bare footsteps creating faint, hollow noises upon the ground.
Holding her foot loose, she tried her best not to cover the microphone. Krysta heard a small tick, followed by a dead dial in her phone as she begun to smile faintly out of reassurance. She looked less worried than when she did seconds ago.
"You really should get out of here. This isn't going to end well for you, Danya."
"Oh spare me," Razura snorts thoughtlessly, musing as she spun off her heels, admiring the angelic weather that the day displays. She cackled in a deathly manner, one that causes a normal civilian to cower in their boots, or even leak themselves.
Krysta was indeed nervous, no doubt about that. However she was not as scared as before, wearing a calm smile, confident about her safety all of a sudden. "What- what do you think's going to happen IF you killed me?"
"Oh, you mean when I kill you?" The raspy Spanish woman inquired in a curious manner, slowly bringing a thoughtful clawed finger to her lips while pondering.
Krysta, who was stood in front of the villainous woman took a few steps back almost tripping. She glanced around the area in panic, desperately looking for any sign of her devoted companion. Around them was nothing but an empty landscape spread with pavement. Not a single soul was seen.
"That dreadheaded skank will probably be looking for me; which she will fall into my trap!" Razura bared her teeth in a crazed expression.
The blonde woman continued to stumble and trip, squealing at the cracks in the ground.
Razura paced forward nonetheless, grimming a chuckle. "Hah hah, oh you are so fragile."
Wobbling to find her footing, her balance not helped by the heavy boots or the pointed stiletto heel, Krysta glances around the area with a growing unease. Behind her back, her thumb blindly groped for the redial button to call her friend once more.
Razura seized a hint in realization at what Krysta tried to conceal. She growls coldly, marching forward with merciless steps not stopping this time.