A/N: Welcome back, everyone. *Curtains Open*
"Goodbye James." Riska was about the throw the fireball when something slammed into her. Two bodies fell to the ground simultaneously. I ended up being on top, pinning Riska down as best as I could. She lost the fireball. Great! She stared at me in shock. It's always nice to see the look of surprise on the enemy's face. I'd have laughed, if the tension in this room weren't so high. "You," she spoke softly. Her words were like fire and ice mixed together giving you a sense of coldness. Perfect. An angry witch, or was that, an angry bitch. Either or. You decide.
Riska growled. It was a low, deep growl. It sounded like a wolf, a wolf that had just lost it's prey and was now going to fight back to win back its food. "You'll pay for that, Hel," she spitted out my name like acid. Boy, I'm just getting on her good side, an easy task for me, no doubt.
I grinned, "Uh, nope." Then I moved my left leg to the side of her stomach; grabbed the front of her shirt with my hands; pulled my weight back pulling Riska with me; and put my right foot to her stomach. In the next second, I threw her behind me pushing my right leg in her stomach as much as I could before releasing my hands. Riska flew a nice few feet behind me, landing with a grunt. Ahh, a Kodak moment without a camera, man...
The other two hooded people came out, one from behind me and the other was hidden behind an oak chest. Now, gee, couldn't they have helped me earlier? Hmph. Hell, ya. They went to the now dazed Riska and took out handcuffs and Riska had her hands tied behind her. The two hooded things lifted Riska to her feet and helped her stand. Apparently, she couldn't handle to shock. Pity. "Asher, take Riska to Cell 2746," ordered James.
The hooded man lifted his hood, and responded with certainty, "Yes, sir." I could see he had gray eyes and black hair. A strange combination. Then Asher and the other hooded person grabbed Riska and dragged her outside, her legs scraped and bloody from the broken concrete. I watched them leave.
The hairs on my neck stood and I could feel James staring at me. I didn't turn around. Imagine talking to someone you knew for hundreds of years, how in the world could you think of something to say. I didn't have to think for long, "Hel." I started to shake. Part of me was scared and wanted to run away, then again, the other part of me made me stand my ground. I slowly turned my head to James as I held back a tear. James stood up and walked over to me, his steps unheard by human ears. "Let's go, Hel." I swallowed loudly. He took his cloak off and put it on my shoulders. I looked at him and he smiled a happy smile. I returned the smile as we walked out, moving farther away from the building.
A/N: Sorry it's short. I'll try to write a longer one next.
"Goodbye James." Riska was about the throw the fireball when something slammed into her. Two bodies fell to the ground simultaneously. I ended up being on top, pinning Riska down as best as I could. She lost the fireball. Great! She stared at me in shock. It's always nice to see the look of surprise on the enemy's face. I'd have laughed, if the tension in this room weren't so high. "You," she spoke softly. Her words were like fire and ice mixed together giving you a sense of coldness. Perfect. An angry witch, or was that, an angry bitch. Either or. You decide.
Riska growled. It was a low, deep growl. It sounded like a wolf, a wolf that had just lost it's prey and was now going to fight back to win back its food. "You'll pay for that, Hel," she spitted out my name like acid. Boy, I'm just getting on her good side, an easy task for me, no doubt.
I grinned, "Uh, nope." Then I moved my left leg to the side of her stomach; grabbed the front of her shirt with my hands; pulled my weight back pulling Riska with me; and put my right foot to her stomach. In the next second, I threw her behind me pushing my right leg in her stomach as much as I could before releasing my hands. Riska flew a nice few feet behind me, landing with a grunt. Ahh, a Kodak moment without a camera, man...
The other two hooded people came out, one from behind me and the other was hidden behind an oak chest. Now, gee, couldn't they have helped me earlier? Hmph. Hell, ya. They went to the now dazed Riska and took out handcuffs and Riska had her hands tied behind her. The two hooded things lifted Riska to her feet and helped her stand. Apparently, she couldn't handle to shock. Pity. "Asher, take Riska to Cell 2746," ordered James.
The hooded man lifted his hood, and responded with certainty, "Yes, sir." I could see he had gray eyes and black hair. A strange combination. Then Asher and the other hooded person grabbed Riska and dragged her outside, her legs scraped and bloody from the broken concrete. I watched them leave.
The hairs on my neck stood and I could feel James staring at me. I didn't turn around. Imagine talking to someone you knew for hundreds of years, how in the world could you think of something to say. I didn't have to think for long, "Hel." I started to shake. Part of me was scared and wanted to run away, then again, the other part of me made me stand my ground. I slowly turned my head to James as I held back a tear. James stood up and walked over to me, his steps unheard by human ears. "Let's go, Hel." I swallowed loudly. He took his cloak off and put it on my shoulders. I looked at him and he smiled a happy smile. I returned the smile as we walked out, moving farther away from the building.
A/N: Sorry it's short. I'll try to write a longer one next.