Chapter 27: Kinfolk
"Get up." Ann rose to her feet, head down in defeat.
"Turn around." She turned obediently, eyes traveling across the threatening blade placidly.
"So, little miss imperfection actually killed someone? Maybe we are of the same kin after all…" Kakra's voice drawled. She was loving every moment of this, as do all villains when they caught the protagonist. But Ann didn't like of herself much as a hero anymore.
"Nothing to say?" Kakra's voice lulled the words compassionately on her tongue.
"No." Ann answered bluntly.
"Well then, it appears I am the victor, would you agree?" Ann opened her mouth to agree.
"I wouldn't say so." A new voice sliced in. Ann blinked perplexed. Did she say that? Surprisingly, Kakra said nothing to the response, and didn't move a muscle.
"As I would see it, the battle is still being fought," Ann stared at the edge of the sword through the corner of her eye, wondering why she lost control of her voice, "now, if you wouldn't mind, madam, please remove the sword from the lady's neck."
Ann finally looked up.
Kakra looked straight into her face, with growing resentment, and a deep boiling pit of rage behind her tan face. It wrecked her beauty, smashing it into tiny trivial pieces. Her golden orbs blazed and excelled the hatred fiercely. The sword did not move an inch from her neck, but Kakra's hand kept it at bay, for under her neck was a jet black blade, made of obsidian, and a clenched white fist.
"Take down your weapon or I will cut your throat." The shadowy hooded figure whispered darkly into her ear, carving air with her tone. Kakra paused a moment.
"…Who are you?" The figure took of its hood with it's free hand, and revealed…Ann face?
"I am Secacah, or as some call me The Black Widow. I am a shadow traveler." Her face turned swiftly to Ann's with glowing silver eyes that pierced her brown ones.
"And you will release originator." Kakra blinked, and laughed a moment later.
"What makes you think that I won't just kill you before you can slice me?"
"That would be foolish." Secacah said in reply, carefully and strongly.
"And why would that be?"
"Because, I'll blow your brains out." An instant later a gun barrel nudged into the side of Kakra's temple. Brown and golden orbs turned to another figure, dressed in a black trench coat and black boots, a woman baring firearms of all types, stood glaring at the side of Kakra's head. Her right arm stiffly stretched out holding a square sort of handgun in a gloved hand, missing the fingers. Her index finger itched to pull the trigger.
"Drop the blade or I'll pump you fill of lead." The women said. Kakra stayed unmoved.
"If you don't you'll be looking like a stupid human pin cushion." A lady with a bow shouted across a distant hillside, arrow in her fingers and notched, ready to fire straight through her pretty head. Ann's eyes drifted to the hillsides, watching more moving shapes approaching from the horizon. She knew them all.
The girl with large brown folds of hair and shinning crimson eyes that was riding bareback on the blood-red dragon was Sonya, translator of all dragon kin. The girl approaching fast on foot with the saving black hair was Sarama, fastest fighter alive. The young woman that sudden appeared in a gust of smoke wearing a bright blue robe and wearing moon shaped glasses was Orenda, master of all magics. And so on and on, girls of all ages and types came flooding over the hillside, some in groups, some alone, some flying by the sky, some emerging from the ground, and some even riding upon an ocean wave or an animal of some sort, some were animal like in teeth and claws, but all bore some unusual talent. Some power Ann had always thought would be awesome to have, and simply created and played out in her own mind. They were everything Ann wanted to be, and everything she wasn't.
They were her daydreams.
BookDragon: "I know that was short. By it's my sister's birthday!"
Bill: "Um…review?"