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Chapter 2-"He Wants Her Alive..."A fist connected solidly with the venerable flesh of the girl's abdomen. She gasped as the force threw her against the wall. Her body crashed against the hard cement and the breaking of many bones could be heard. Her thin chest heaved up and down unevenly as she tried to regain her breath. The girl struggled up onto her hands and knees, but then fell again, due to pure exhaustion.
"Pathetic weakling." The dark silhouette advanced toward the helpless feral on the hard ground. "All you freaks are. Maybe I should dispose of you the same way I did to that Kilmartin brat." This created an effect on the badly wounded girl.
She stood up, blood still pooling around her. Fresh blood flowed down her pale face and mingled in with the raven-black of her hair. A small trickle of crimson blood ran down her chin. Rain began to beat down on the ceiling of the cement prison-like building. The wind began to howl. Tendrils of lightning began to shoot out randomly from the palms of her hand. Wind began to blow around wildly in the room. Fire shot out from the ground behind the young girl, creating a hell-like background behind her. Her dark onyx eyes turned the emerald hue with amber mixed in. A deep, low, vicious growl rose from her throat. Her nails lengthened.
"If you did anything to him, I'll kill you!" she threatened, advancing on the dark figure. Oblivious to her wounds and to the blood rushing out of her body, the only thing that kept her standing was pure hatred. "If you hurt him, I'll do the same thing to you, only tenfold more!"
A girl sat on her white bed in her spacious apartment. In her hands, she tightly clutched a picture frame. Her gaze was directed toward the awesome and amazingly beautiful sunset outside. Yet with her eyes fixed on it, she was not looking at it. One would think she was looking through it. Sighing, she lay back on her pillow, the photograph falling out of her grasp and landing on the soft bedspread. Blond slightly wavy hair, piercing baby blue eyes, an expression of complete relaxation on his face: Jesse Kilmartin.
The girl on the bed started up at the ceiling. Her usually beautiful onyx-colored eyes were bloodshot and haunted by lack of sleep. Her narrow face was pinched and pale. Slender hands hugged a slim body as to protect herself. Her friendly, open face was now one of pure fear and suspicion at the same time. Thin, pink lips were drawn into a tight line. Her body shook with tremors every once and again. She tightly squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing them at the same time. Sleep haunted her all day and at night, it left her. This was Mariko Kei.
She picked up Jesse's picture and looked once again towards the computer. She must have memorized every single piece of the hardware by now, she had glanced at the machine for at least the millionth time that day. Did she just imagine sending him her plea for help? Or did he forget her despite her wishes for his remembrance? She smiled bitterly. Jesse never did have the best of memory.
Suddenly, her body began shaking uncontrollably. Quickly, she opened the window and quickly ran out onto the roof. In the fading light of the sun, no one saw the spectacular event on the rooftop.
Mariko stood silently in the shadows, waiting for the moment to pass. Fate however, was cruel. Her arms jerked out to the side. Trembling, she could feel the energy flowing unbidden through her veins. Lightning shot out from each of her fingers. Laser beams of light lit up the night sky. A low deep, growl emitted from her throat. Then, as soon as it started, it stopped.
She stood there, shivering in the chilly air. If she had looked down to the street below, she would have instantly seen danger coming her way. Suddenly, a dart shot past her shoulder. Swiveling her head sideways, she saw the men two stories below, on the ground. There were at least ten of them, all huddled together in a large black van. Her eyes glowed green and she bared her teeth. Another dart whistled as it flew through the air. Quick as lightning, Mariko caught it by its tip, not a mere inch away from her heart. A sticky black substance smeared over her fingertips. Poison.
With deadly precision and aim, she threw the dart back towards the van. The man in the driver's seat now had a pretty red spot blooming on his neck from a severed artery. The nine other men, angered at seeing the death of their comrade, immediately all jumped out of the van. They all held rifles with the same poisonous dart aimed at her heart, neck, and other several places with vital organs.
"Shoot!" The man's nasal voice penetrated the quiet dusk. Nine darts, all coated with a deadly poison, spiraling dangerously and whistling in the air seems like a pretty big threat to me. But Mariko remained on her high perch on the roof. Snarling, she thrust the palms of her hands down toward the street below. Winds resembling small tornados along with strings of lightning shot out. The men scattered.
One man, clearly the leader, lifted his communicator up to his mouth and spoke quietly behind the cover of the now abandoned van. "You remember what he said. He wants the feral canine alive. Quit using those poison darts! Switch to the tranquilizers. Watch out, though. Don't go anywhere near a large source of wind, water, fire, air, or light. He grows impatient. He wants the mutant tonight."
A series of 'yes sirs' sounded over. He peered up at the mutant who was crouched up on the roof, her back towards him. Her long waist-length black hair blew around in the wind like a dark halo surrounding her head. Her pale skin stood out unnaturally in the now coming darkness of the night. "My dear, you don't understand what's happening to you, do you?" He grinned as he thought about how small, frail, uncertain and unsure she looked. Like an innocent little child. "You're mutating. Here, I'll put you out of your pain..."
"Sir, begging your pardon, but are you crazy? He said himself that he wanted her alive! And you just reminded us also!" A youth rushed up to the leader, rifle in hand. His eyes bugged out when he saw which group of darts the leader was going to use. "You'll kill her! He'll have your head for this, mark my words!"
Mariko was so distracted with the confused thoughts running through her head and trying to figure out where the next attack was going to come from that she didn't notice until it was too late. She heard the single shot and the whistle of the dart. Stunned, she turned around. Instead of her shoulder, the dart now made a beeline for her heart...
The leader grinned when he saw the mutant was hit. Then, she fell backwards off the roof.
The youth flinched in shock as he saw the mutant fall backwards off the roof and into the alley below. "He said that he wanted her alive..."
To be continued...
Aniki19: Why, of course! Jesse is my favorite character, he always gets hurt! No, don't worry, I won't kill him, but a lot of torture is coming! Poor Jesse...
A.G.D: Hope you like this chapter! I'll update as soon as I can. Thanks for reviewing!
Wolfhorse: Hmmm...didn't you know? Cliffhangers are one of my favorite habits! No, just kidding. I hate cliffhangers too, it's just that geometry and schoolwork get in the way so I don't have time to update! Sry! I'll update sooner next chappie!
Steve: So so so so sorry!!! I have a big imagination, I have to have time to explore the corners of my mind and come up with ways to torture my characters! Whoops, did I just write that? Oh and also, schoolwork...well, you get the picture. I won't keep you waiting any longer! Hope you like this chappie!
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