Echo I
Echo I
First Offense
"So what are we going to do?"
"About what?"
"The boy, could he possibly be the one we've been looking for?"
"All the signs seem to fit. But you are aware of the inherent dangers of going through with this?"
"Of course. I am aware of who his father is."
"All true. . . we will have to watch him closely. If we push him too far. . . "
"I am aware of the consequences."
"So what do you intend to do?"
"I will continue as planned. If he gets to talking with the wrong people our whole plan could be unraveled."
"I wouldn't expect anything less."
I slowly walked into the school, a dark cloud above my head. "Another day, another beating," I thought to myself as I tried to slip down the hallways unnoticed, my padded dagger sheath banging softly against the metal lockers.
"Hey Echo." spat a boy from behind me.
"Leave me alone Soren." I grumbled, a hint of anger lingered in my voice. In my mind I imagined slowly stabbing him with my field dagger, watching him writhe and twitch in a pool of his own blood. Well, maybe that's a little dramatic, but still, he really got on my nerves.
"What's with the cold greeting? Are you asking for an early beating?" He grasped his trident tightly around the grip made of old rags.
"I'm warning you, just walk away." My grip on the hilt of my knife tightened. My knuckles turned white from the pressure.
"Why? What are you going to do about it?" The way dragged out the you made my blood boil. My hand began to shake violently and fire manifested itself in my stare. My iris' turned blood red and my canine teeth grew into fangs. I was ready to kill.
"I warned you." My voice sounded rough, like sandpaper. I unsheathed my dagger and ran directly at him. He looked awfully confident with his little spear. He held the trident diagonally across his chest. I had to find a way to get behind it.
Well, if I attack from the side...
Soren began to pull down his spear. If I continued in this direction at this speed, I would be pretty badly with the lower left side of the trident tip. I did not want that to happen.
I shifted my weight to the right and pushed off hard with my right foot, left foot dangling slightly in the air behind my right. The trident barely brushed past my shoulder. From my perspective, it looked as if I am zoomed out of the world around me, zooming in when I focus.
With my new found momentum, I reached out with my dagger as far as I could. My dagger made a large gash in his left bicep. He screamed out in agony as his muscle was lacerated, becoming limp and unresponsive to his commands. His trident dropped to the floor at the precise moment I slammed into the wall. I cleaned the blood off my dagger with my shirt and started to walk away, satisfied with my work.
"Get back here you little shit! I'm going to kill you!" By now a large crowd had gathered. I slowly turned my head and shot him a look that could kill him 1000 times over, if looks could actually kill. I channeled my energy into the dagger and charged in for the final blow.
I rushed directly at him, dagger perpendicular to my torso. I lunged, and he rolled to the left, causing my dagger to become embedded in the wooden wall of the school building. I didn't even bother to take it out. I picked up his limp and trembling body by the head, thumbs above his eyebrows. Blows rained anon my stomach, however I didn't care. I wanted him dead. I applied tremendous pressure to his skull. I heard a small crack. Tears were streaming down his face. His body wend limp.
"Please . . . I'm begging you . . . don't . . . don't kill me." It was pathetic how he begged. I heard another small crack, and his whole body began to lurch.
"Stop this madness!" Someone yelled behind me in the crowd. I felt a myriad of small jabs on my back, and then everything went black.