Chapter 12
Bbbrrriiinnggg!!! Kyla's alarm clock rang, and she unfolded her arm and slammed it to make it stop. There was a crunch, and a pop, and all that was left of it was a small pile of crushed clock.
"Slayer strength takes a bit of getting used to." Chloe said, as she poked her head down from the top bunk. Kyla moaned and rolled out of bed. She landed with a thump on the floor, and lay there until Chloe jumped down and started toward the bathroom. Kyla sprang up to get there first, but Chloe was faster.
At breakfast, Kyla shoveled her food into her mouth, thinking of Kennedy. Where was she now, and what was she doing? But there was no time to dwell on this, because it was time for training. First, Chloe took her to the weaponry and showed her around a bit. She pointed to a certain battle axe that was red and silver, with a stake on one end.
"That's the big Slayer axe." She said. "Since you're a Slayer, you get to hold it."
"Hold it?" Kyla scoffed. "What about using it?" Chloe looked shocked.
"Using? Oh, no, no, no. This is only used in extreme apocalyptic circumstances, and even then, Faith is the only one who gets to use it. But you and I can touch it." She motioned for Kyla to take it from the wall. Kyla reached up and slowly eased it out of the hooks holding it there. She weighed it in her hands, feeling the power surging through it.
"It's mine." She said. "I know it." Chloe smiled and nodded. She pulled the axe away from Kyla and hung it on the wall. They both stared longingly at it for a moment, but then Chloe took Kyla's arm and dragged her away.
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Kyla struggled slightly as she climbed out of the huge pothole that had one been Sunnydale. Beside her, Vi climbed with ease, and a Potential named Dakota grunted up on her other side. The three girls reached the top and heaved themselves onto level ground, breathing hard.
"I don't see why Faith sent me to help fetch the new Potential." Dakota complained. "I mean, I'm only thirteen, and I'm brand new to the Slayer gig."
"I guess it's because Faith wants you to have some hands-on experience." Vi said, standing up. Kyla stood up too, and helped Dakota to her feet. "We've got to get this girl quick," Vi told them. "She's arriving at midnight, and it's almost that now. We'd better get to the bus station."
Kyla heard Dakota's ragged breathing beside her as they trekked down the street to the station. Vi was much quieter, and Kyla could tell that she was alert. Her hand was inside her jacket, gripping either a stake or a knife. Kyla had a jagged dagger up her sleeve, and Dakota was armed with a collapsible sword that she twirled between her fingers like a pencil. Kyla smiled at her, as if to ask if she was okay, and Dakota waved a little bit in return. Suddenly, Dakota's sword flipped open, the blade unfolding with smooth sliding noises, until they heard a different sound.
Kyla knew the sound of flesh being cut quite well, so she rushed toward Dakota as fast as she could. Dakota had dropped the sword, but something else fell from her hand, too. Three fingers.
Vi ripped a length of cloth from her shirt and began to tie it around Dakota's wound, as the young Potential screamed, and then swayed on her feet. Kyla was there to catch her, and she lowered Dakota to the ground as the girl writhed in pain. Vi held Dakota's bleeding left hand in the air, keeping the wound elevated. But still, blood pattered onto the pavement, and no one seemed to see or hear them. Kyla began to dial 911 on her cell phone, but Vi stopped her.
"Call Faith." She ordered. Kyla almost reminded Vi that she was the Slayer and that she ought to be telling her what to do, but she bit back her retort and quickly called Faith. Faith answered on the first ring, and Kyla bubbled out as much of the story as she could, and Faith told her that help would be coming soon.
Help did come soon, but Kyla feared that it wouldn't be soon enough. Andrew, Dawn and several Potentials came running up from behind them, but at the same time, two others approached them from the front. The two stepped into the moonlight, and Kyla could see who they were. The taller of the two simply grinned silently, while the other spoke.
"I hoped so much that it would be you to come." Kennedy snarled.
Author's Note: Wow, I'm seriously short on opinions here. Pretty please review!
