Part Eight: Burning Inside
Jen sped through the streets, light posts and stop signs racing by in rapid succession. She wanted to end this soon, but she needed to lower her opposing army first, and to send a message. Her companion flew up high above the city, scouring for their pray. A constant transfer of his vision through hers showed her the way, and of coming traffic. Her sinister smile was made even more sinister from her black smile. Her foot pressed harder down, forcing the pedal to shove itself against the floor.
Eighty.
Ninety.
One-hundred miles per hour.
Then the abrupt stop. A wall. Her body lay on the hood of the car, which was smashed in the back of the ally she was in. A large group of about sixty men watched, mouths gaping, as she slowly raised up, then hopped down from off the smashed vehicle, brushing broken shards of glass from her clothes. She stopped and looked up.
"Oh." Jen glanced around at all the men there. "Was I expected?"
"That's her! Get her!" one of the men shouted.
Jen smiled with that same sinister grin and evil eyes of vengeance. Her long hair whipped around in the air as her fists pounded face after face, leaving constant blood flying into the air, and sounds of meat being hit with a hard wooded bat. Hundreds of bullets tore through the air and ripped through her body, often her chest. When just three men were left standing, Jen stopped and looked up at them. Her clothes had so many holes and slashes in them that they were nearly falling of. She raised her blood covered hand to her lips, and licked a little up with her tongue, savoring the taste.
"Yummy."
One of the men took short aim, and let a round fly from the chamber. The bullet ripped through the air and a skull. Jen's head snapped back from the impact. She just looked at them and smiled.
"I died once, I can not die twice."
She lunged at her shooter, landing a punch square in his jaw, knocking him out, along with a few of his teeth. One man scattered as Jen approached him, and she let him run, deciding he probably needed a change of underwear. The last of the entire group stood there, gun had fallen from his hand, a look on his face which displayed he knew of his end.
"Are you scared yet?"
"Y-y-yes." Fear.
"You should be." Jen's hand covered the side of his head, and she pushed him, head first, into the brick wall on her right, shattering his skull and splattering a massive amount of blood all over the ally. Jen looked down at her clothes, noting the tattered rags on her shoulders. She walked, and her feet stopped in front of the unconscious man with a few teeth knocked loose, and out.
"Hey, asshole." she attempted to wake him up with slapping his face. It worked. "Good. Your awake. I need you for two things, if you agree to do these two things for me, I will let you live."
"Anything." fear had laced this word he spoke.
"First, give me your shirt, this one is destroyed."
He shed the upper layer of his clothing and handed it to her.
"Oh, thank you kind sir. Now, second. I want you to relay a message to Pheonix, do you think you can do that for me?"
A nod.
"Good. The message is: Meet me at the house at which I was slaughtered. Tell them the crow sends the message. Now run along."
Jen watched with hazel eyes as his feet tried to carry him as quickly as they could for their mission. The sound of a car's motor racing closer came to the attention of Jen's ears, and soon after, a black car slammed into her full force, and head on. Her feet held, save for a few feet of sliding. The car however, stopped with such impact, that it was like it had hit a telephone pole. The driver flew through the window, and smashed into the back of the other smashed car.
"Should have worn your seat belt. Dude."
He ran quickly, falling few times, always landing in the mud. He had a mission, and he somehow knew that if he wouldn't go through with it, he'd be killed. Even though he was out of breath, he just kept running, making sure that he wouldn't run into any walls or anything like that. Had he looked up, he'd have noticed a large crow following him, flying above him.
Jen looked outside the upstairs window of the house, watching her message boy run his mission. She would await their arrival soon, and soon, this would all be over.
Jen sped through the streets, light posts and stop signs racing by in rapid succession. She wanted to end this soon, but she needed to lower her opposing army first, and to send a message. Her companion flew up high above the city, scouring for their pray. A constant transfer of his vision through hers showed her the way, and of coming traffic. Her sinister smile was made even more sinister from her black smile. Her foot pressed harder down, forcing the pedal to shove itself against the floor.
Eighty.
Ninety.
One-hundred miles per hour.
Then the abrupt stop. A wall. Her body lay on the hood of the car, which was smashed in the back of the ally she was in. A large group of about sixty men watched, mouths gaping, as she slowly raised up, then hopped down from off the smashed vehicle, brushing broken shards of glass from her clothes. She stopped and looked up.
"Oh." Jen glanced around at all the men there. "Was I expected?"
"That's her! Get her!" one of the men shouted.
Jen smiled with that same sinister grin and evil eyes of vengeance. Her long hair whipped around in the air as her fists pounded face after face, leaving constant blood flying into the air, and sounds of meat being hit with a hard wooded bat. Hundreds of bullets tore through the air and ripped through her body, often her chest. When just three men were left standing, Jen stopped and looked up at them. Her clothes had so many holes and slashes in them that they were nearly falling of. She raised her blood covered hand to her lips, and licked a little up with her tongue, savoring the taste.
"Yummy."
One of the men took short aim, and let a round fly from the chamber. The bullet ripped through the air and a skull. Jen's head snapped back from the impact. She just looked at them and smiled.
"I died once, I can not die twice."
She lunged at her shooter, landing a punch square in his jaw, knocking him out, along with a few of his teeth. One man scattered as Jen approached him, and she let him run, deciding he probably needed a change of underwear. The last of the entire group stood there, gun had fallen from his hand, a look on his face which displayed he knew of his end.
"Are you scared yet?"
"Y-y-yes." Fear.
"You should be." Jen's hand covered the side of his head, and she pushed him, head first, into the brick wall on her right, shattering his skull and splattering a massive amount of blood all over the ally. Jen looked down at her clothes, noting the tattered rags on her shoulders. She walked, and her feet stopped in front of the unconscious man with a few teeth knocked loose, and out.
"Hey, asshole." she attempted to wake him up with slapping his face. It worked. "Good. Your awake. I need you for two things, if you agree to do these two things for me, I will let you live."
"Anything." fear had laced this word he spoke.
"First, give me your shirt, this one is destroyed."
He shed the upper layer of his clothing and handed it to her.
"Oh, thank you kind sir. Now, second. I want you to relay a message to Pheonix, do you think you can do that for me?"
A nod.
"Good. The message is: Meet me at the house at which I was slaughtered. Tell them the crow sends the message. Now run along."
Jen watched with hazel eyes as his feet tried to carry him as quickly as they could for their mission. The sound of a car's motor racing closer came to the attention of Jen's ears, and soon after, a black car slammed into her full force, and head on. Her feet held, save for a few feet of sliding. The car however, stopped with such impact, that it was like it had hit a telephone pole. The driver flew through the window, and smashed into the back of the other smashed car.
"Should have worn your seat belt. Dude."
He ran quickly, falling few times, always landing in the mud. He had a mission, and he somehow knew that if he wouldn't go through with it, he'd be killed. Even though he was out of breath, he just kept running, making sure that he wouldn't run into any walls or anything like that. Had he looked up, he'd have noticed a large crow following him, flying above him.
Jen looked outside the upstairs window of the house, watching her message boy run his mission. She would await their arrival soon, and soon, this would all be over.
