::Chapter 3::

"Rylea stop that right this instance!" bellowed the old man as he pointed his wooden staff threateningly in the dark haired girl's direction. His graying hair tumbled over his shoulders as he wildly shook the staff at her; envisioning it hitting her on the head. "Don't you make me come over there!"

The girl he had shouted at stopped her horsing around and put her hands behind her back, hiding the Ipod she held out of his sight while innocently blinking at him as if she didn't know she had been doing something wrong. "Stop what?" she asked innocently while giving the aging man her full attention.

Leinto, the charge to the Roninettes, curled his fingers tightly around the staff he held in his right hand ---trying to keep the urge to hit her at bay. "You know full well what," he replied from behind gritted teeth and then shouted at her, "Stop horsing around and pay attention!"

Rylea winced at his voice while a few chuckles from her friends around her sounded at the girl being scolded by the old man. Chuckling as if it was no big deal to her, she replied, "Geez Leinto, Prozac might just be a good thing for you ya know?"

The old man only glared more at her as he retorted, "No, what would be a good thing for me would to able to get through one training session, just one training session, without you goofing around!"

"But it's so hard to do," she whined back in her own defense. "You make this so boring."

"Oy vey," Leinto muttered while dragging one wrinkled hand down his face, looking up at the sky as he mumbled to himself, "What was I thinking when I took this job? What was I thinking?"

"Ah.... you actually think Leinto?"

"Yes I think!" he snapped angrily back at Rylea's comment, his gray eyes raging in that crazy, wild way. Sighing he regained his composer and then ordered, "Ok, lets just break up into groups and do some sparring. Kami, Heather you two will be one group." Turning his attention from the two girls he then looked over at the blue and white subarmored girl and continued in an almost regretful voice, "Rona, as much as I hate to say this, I will need you, Keish and Rylea to be the other group."

Rona shrugged indifferently and replied, "Not a problem."

"Yet," Keish added with a mischievous grin before laughing and giving the red and white subarmored girl beside her a high five. The blue haired girl didn't look too amused by their actions.

Looking to the sky, Leinto counted backwards from ten to calm himself before he addressed the team before him again. Feeling that he was calm enough he said to them now in a voice that sounded like he were forcing himself to speak in a somewhat calm voice, "While sparring I want you all to focus on-"

"I love the way you move! I love the way you move, woo oo oo, I love the way you move!" Rylea sang out, cutting the charge off as she danced in between Keish and Rona in her subarmor with eyes closed and Ipod held in her hand. She seemed to be not paying attention to him in the least bit as she enjoyed the music playing.

A few laughs and some eye rolls came at her actions, none were new to Rylea's playful nature at all. If anything the four girls were all used to it by now. The one thing that surprised them, was the fact that she was actually able to dance in her subarmor just like she would if she weren't wearing it. So needless to say the sight of Rylea dancing around to whatever was playing on her Ipod in her subarmor, brought some laughter from a few of the girls that were watching. Rona on the other hand just shook her head while placing one armored hand over her face in embarrassment at her cousin's behavior.

Gray eyes narrowed dangerously at the dark haired girl as she continued to dance and occasionally belt out a line or two to the song, oblivious to anyone else around her or for that matter, what she was really supposed to be doing right then. His patience with her was running thin and there was only so much more of her antics he could take before snapping on her. As if in a way to subdue the need to hit her with the staff in his hand, the old man twisted it in his hands, a mad gleam seemed to shine in his eyes as he did so. Grinding his teeth together out of frustration, Leinto stomped over to the girl and with one swift move of his hand jerked the small white device from Rylea's grip ---putting an end to her moment of play time.

Being stopped so suddenly from her current activities, the young Roninette of Wildfire reeled back, arms flaying in the air; almost falling over in the process. She blinked a few times before the glaring face of the old man before her set in and she knew she was in trouble. Refusing to submit to the charge's authority, though, Rylea now smirked and said while holding her hand out, "Um, that's kinda mine and I'd like it back now if you don't mind."

An impish smile slid across the old man's wrinkled face as he held up the thing that Rylea wanted back. His gray eyes twinkled as he replied back, "You want this?"

"Ah, yeah I would."

"Would you now," he retorted with a smug smile before then turning to the other four girls standing around him. Addressing them all now with his back turned to the girl who's property he held in his hand, he said, "You hear that, Rylea would like this... Whatever this thing is, back. Well girls, before Rylea can have her toy back she must now fight all four of you at the same time and win."

"Huh?!" exclaimed the dark haired girl in disbelief.

"All of us?" asked the unsure voice of Kami. "Um, Leinto do you think that's such a good idea?"

"Of course I do, after all," he started and then threw a smirk over his shoulder at the now glaring girl behind him. "She is a ninja after all. I think she can take care of her self pretty well."

"Yeah well ninja or not, you're going down, Lea," Keish said confidently to her now red and white subarmored opponent while she cracked her knuckles.

"Is that so?" challenged the girl while she placed her hands on her hips in that cocky way and a grin spread happily across her face; making her eyes seem to gleam with mischief.

"Yeah that's so," Keish retorted and leveled the dark haired girl with her own expression of challenge.

"I for one don't want to do this!" Rona's voice broke the competition between the two Roninettes as she raised one arm high in the air. "I think this is stupid and a waste of our time. Plus, that's not even fair. Four against one? Come on."

"I'll be fine," argued Rylea while she still stared down the ash-blue haired girl before her. "It's the rest of you that I'm worried about. Wouldn't want to hurt any of you or anything."

"Oh don't you worry bout that. I don't plan on gettin hurt by you," Keish countered her remark with a smirk.

"I agree with Rona, I don't want to fight Rylea like this," Kami added her opinion into the conversation now as she nervously twirled her hair around her finger. The girl now chewed on her bottom lip as she looked around at the faces of the others surrounding her.

Heather shrugged her shoulders as if in a bored fashion, surveying over the nail job she had just had done while saying, "I don't care either way."

"Well you should blondie because I'm gonna wipe the ground with you," taunted Rylea with a smug, almost boasting smirk on her face. She was having fun taunting them all into fighting her.

"Blondie?" Heather repeated with one perfectly shaped eyebrow going up. Her eyes then slanted into a glare at the dark haired girl as she said, "Listen up, Sanada, I may not fight as much as you do but I can still fight and I will beat you down. Got it?"

Rylea busted out into a laugh at Heather's threat, grabbing at her sides as tears fell down her face. "Oh ho, that's a good one. You? Beat me? Ha ha ha ha," she chortled out between her laughs while doubling over in laughter.

Heather growled as her hands balled into fists at her sides. The red subarmored girl's laughter at her declaration angered her to no end. Before anyone could stop her, Heather had growled out angrily and leapt onto Rylea, knocking her to the ground as she pinned the laughing girl underneath her. Immediately Rylea's laughter ended as she stared up into the unhappy face of the blond girl. "Still think what I said was funny?" Heather sneered down at her, pushing her harder into the ground under them with her knee.

"Actually I do," the girl beneath her retorted while she brought her knees up and pushing them upward threw the green and white subarmored girl off her, sending her sailing through the air heels over head and landing with a loud thud on the hard ground; the wind completely knocked from her lungs. Moving quickly, she then tackled the blond girl, pinning her beneath her with a grin. "Give up yet?" she asked with a smile down at the fuming face of Heather.

"No!" she shouted back while flipping the dark haired girl off her and then climbed back to her feet.

Rylea calmly climbed back to her feet, making a point of dusting her armor off as if in a taunt to Heather. Chuckling, she whipped her wild bangs out of her face and laid her blue eyed gaze on the green subarmored girl standing directly across from her, ready to fight it looked. "Oh yeah!" Keish chanted from the sidelines where the others and her had gathered to watch the fight take place between the two. "Kick her ass, Lea! Get her girl, you know you can!"

"Quit urging them into fighting, Keish!" Rona shot back at the ash-blue haired girl with a sharp glare. "We want them to stop, not continue on."

"Says you," she retorted smugly with crossed arms. "I wanna see my girl Lea beat down little miss priss, if you don' mind."

"I do mind," Rona and Kami chorused together with annoyed glares pointed on her. Keish took a faltering step back from the two angered Roninettes with arms raised in a defensive way and blinked several times at them.

Rylea and Heather, however, were ignoring the chanting and bickering coming from the sidelines. Their attention was directed at each other as they stood at opposite ends, staring each other down like in one of those old westerns. Neither moved, both were waiting for the other to make the first move. A light breeze kicked up, rustling their hair and making the branches sway over head. Still they stared each other down, with no sign that either were going to move anytime soon.

Smirking, Rylea suddenly said, "The hell with this. I ain't gonna just stand here all day," and lunged at Heather.

The blond, doing just as Rylea thought she would, dodged to the right of her and played right into her plan. Bringing her right leg up in snapping kick, Heather barely leaned out of the way to dodge it, but left her self open for Rylea's next attack. Moving so swiftly, Heather barely had time to register what she was doing before Rylea had gone down to almost a kneeling position as she kicked Heather's legs out from under her and then back hand sprung away from the girl as she fell to the ground. Instinctively, though, the blond girl rolled and climbed back to her feet and into a fighting stance.

Rylea clapped, not in an I'm-impressed kind of way, but more like a bored whoopee kind of way. "Wow Heather, I didn't know you knew how to do that," the young Roninette leader sneered with a grin. "Do they teach you that in cheerleading?"

"Shut up!" Heather shouted back as she rushed in to attack Rylea.

The Roninette of Wildfire simply dodged Heather's attacks with little or no effort which only seemed to infuriate the Roninette of Halo even more. Growling with rage she spun around and barely clipped Rylea in the side of her face with her armored foot. The dark haired girl was knocked off balance momentarily before she caught herself again. A gasping silence fell over the training area as everyone stood in shock at what they had just witnessed. Heather herself was in disbelief that she had actually landed a hit on the most skillful fighter of the group.

A chuckle came from the hit girl as she gently touched her face where Heather's foot had come in contact with her and licked her lip to remove the small trickle of blood that had formed there. Cocking her head to the side with a smile starting to form on it, she said to the green clad warrior, "Ya know, next time you should try putting more power behind your kick and maybe you'll actually hurt me."

Heather's light blue eyes only glared back at her in a silent loathing of hatred. Without another word said to her or anyone else, she turned on her heels and stormed away from the training circle. Shedding her subarmor, she angrily picked up her jean jacket and back pack from where it laid on the ground, shouldering it and without even waiting for Leinto to dismiss them all for the day, left the training session. Leaving behind her four very confused girls and a frowning charge.

Sighing, the charge Leinto turned his gaze away from the fleeing back of Heather and turned back to the other girls standing there. "Right then," he started and then cleared his throat before continuing with, "You are all dismissed for the day. I will see you tomorrow after school."

"Well it's about time," Keish grumbled as she shed her subarmor and went to pick up her backpack from where it rested against one of the large trees surrounding the area.

"Someone should go catch up with her and see if she's ok," the soft voice of Kami said pointedly as she too, shed her armor and now shouldered her book bag. Her light sea green eyes held worry in them for her friend.

"Yeah since someone couldn't just go easy on her for once," Rona added in from beside Kami where she stood minus subarmor and book bag now straddling her back. Her purple-blue eyes glared angrily at her cousin.

"Eh," Rylea said while grabbing up her book bag, shrugging disinterestedly with the whole thing. "She'll get over it."

"That's not the point," Rona argued back, one hand now settled on her hip in that lecturing type way while her other was pointing accusingly at her cousin. "The last thing Heather needs in her life right now is you acting all bitchy towards her. She's got enough going on right now without having to deal with your attitude as well."

"Rona, just what the hell are you talking about?" came the more than annoyed response from the shaggy dark haired girl as she hooked her thumbs under the straps of the backpack that hung from her back and leveled her with a not-so-caring look.

"You don't know?" Kami piped up from beside Rona, her brows knitted in a frown of confusion.

"Know what?"

"Uncle Sage and Aunt Hannah are getting a divorce," Keish now said into the conversation from where she stood shrugging her back pack on.

Rylea's mouth made a 'oh' shape as the news settled in with her, then just as suddenly was replaced with a glare as she asked, "How come I'm always the last one to know everything?"

"Because your always in trouble so none of us ever get the chance to tell you anything," the blue haired girl replied sarcastically as she ran off to catch up with Heather before the blond haired girl could get too far away. Kami followed after her, their footfalls sounding off into the distance as they faded away.

A smirk now cradled Rylea's face as she watched them disappear into the distance. Waving off the two she said to Keish who stood next to her, "Oh who needs them and Heather's problems. I've got enough of them myself as it is without having hers added to them as well. Let's go find someone to annoy, what do you say, Keish?"

"Unfortunately for you, Rylea, you won't be able to do that," Leinto's voice cut into the two girls conversation as he ambled up beside them, leaning heavily on his staff to keep him standing. The old man looked very worn out as his face was beginning to flush from the still hot day. His eyes twinkled with suppressed mirth as he said, "You and I have some more training to do."

"Aw," Rylea whined now as she cocked her head to the side to look over her shoulder at him. Keish snickered beside her. "Leinto come on. Do we have to?"

"Yes," the charge nodded his head firmly as his stern gaze fell onto her. "We can't put this kind of training off, Rylea."

"I'll catch ya later girl," Keish now said as she walked backwards, waving to Rylea before turning and heading off the way her other friends had gone.

Rylea watched her run off, anger at being made stay behind instead running off with the others surged through her. Growling, she turned on her heels and tramped after the aging old man as he walked towards the open area they used for training. He stopped, waving his arm in the air as if he were waving a hello to someone unseen and then the air began to waver. A temple appeared from out of thin air it seemed, but in reality it had been there all along, hidden from sight from everyone.

Leinto started up the large stone steps that led up to the columns and open doorway, his sandals clicking on the marbled stone as he walked. Rylea trudged after him, her sneakers screeching as she drug her feet while she walked, purposely trying to annoy the old man ahead of her but Leinto paid her no never mind. Coming through the open doorway into the temple she was met with the huge open hall of the temple, sunlight coming trough the skylight over head reflecting off the polished marbled floor below it. Huge columns rose up from the floor and ended at the top, holding the ceiling above her up.

There foot steps echoed in the large open area as they walked in. A small doorway to her right led off somewhere but Leinto had never told her where. She figured it was probably just his bed room or something. Taking the book bag from her shoulders, Rylea dropped it next to one of the large columns by the door and the sound of it dropping echoed and amplified throughout the room. Leinto never turned around as he continued into the temple, his staff softly hit the floor as he walked, making a clanking sound.

When he was at the far end he rested his staff against the wall and then turned around to look at the young girl behind him. His gaze then lifted up to the skylight and the sunlight coming through in large columns of light and falling down onto the marbled floor below. He could see the dust and other particles fluttering around in the sunlight. This temple belonged to the Guardians, the higher power he answered to. In all his years as a charge and mentor to the young warriors who protected this world against all evils in the world, Leinto had never been faced with this kind of a problem before. Had never been asked by the Guardians themselves to take someone like Rylea into the temple knowing what she was.

Evil was not permitted in this sanctuary, could not pass through the doorway and come in and yet they were allowing her to come in. Even though Rylea was a demon, the one demon they had all feared would resurface again and had. She was the reason why he had been sent by them in the first place. They were afraid that it would happen ---and it had.

"Come into the center of the room, Rylea," Leinto instructed of the young girl, coming out of his thoughts of what he was supposed to be doing. He had to keep reminding himself that she was a telepath and even though she was not permitted to look into his mind, that didn't mean that she was going to heed to it. Rylea had a problem with not only authority but following the rules as well and that had now become clear to Leinto.

Doing as she had been told, Rylea took her hands from her back pockets of the jeans she wore and walked out to the center of the room, her foot falls sounding around her. She stopped in the middle of the room and gazed up into the open sky above her, her shaggy dark hair falling off her shoulders and down her back as she tilted her head up. Leinto's warm gray eyes watched her, a small smile of fatherly love crossing over his face at how innocent she looked at that moment. In the short time that he had been mentor to all of them he had come to love all of them as if they were his own; even Rylea.

His heart went out to her. He felt her pain, her longing and her fears. He knew that deep down, beneath that sarcastic, tough exterior that she tried to portray to others there was a little girl who just wanted to have her mother, just wanted a family; wanted her life back. It made Leinto's heart ache for her when he thought about it. She didn't deserve what had happened to her. Didn't deserve the curse that had been bestowed upon her, but there was nothing he could do to change what had happened. There was nothing himself or even the Guardians could do to take away that demonic side and powers she had been given. All he could do, or try to do, was teach her to control and use the powers to her advantage so that the demons couldn't turn her into a Goddess again.

The first thing he had to do, was somehow help her to don her armor. The armor that had been given to her, her birthright armor; the armor she needed in order to survive. That was his first task to conquer. "Now," he said and snapped the girl from her gazing. "I need you to put on your subarmor."

Rolling her eyes at his request, she obediently pulled the red yori orb from her back pocket and then held it out in front of her before squeezing it tightly in her hand and a red light raced from her hand and traveled up her arm and over her body. Rylea closed her eyes now as she felt the familiar weight of the subarmor close in around her and form on her body. When she opened her eyes again she stood in the subarmor her father once had worn, the light streaming in from the skylight and gleaming off the metal that incased her. Shaking her head to knock her shaggy hair free from the subarmor she then laid her blue eyed gaze out onto the charge, waiting for his next instruction.

Leinto nodded his head approvingly at her then took a few steps out towards her, his eyes now hard with concentration as he looked at the young girl before him. "Ok," he started and stopped his walking. "I need you to call forth your armor."

"Leinto," the girl replied and her hands came to rest on her hips, "You know I can't."

"Try," was all he said and his eyes urged her to go ahead.

Sighing, Rylea let her hands drop from her hips in defeat, knowing that there was no way she would be able to get home if she didn't placate him. Setting a determined frown on her face, she closed her eyes briefly and then opened them again, ready for the once again disappointment that would follow this. Taking a deep breath in she raised her right arm high into the air and swung her left out in front of her while saying, "Armor of the Wildfire," then her left hand came up to meet her right and gripped onto the wrist of her right hand as she brought both arms down out in front of her; her right leg now stepping back a step as she finished with, "Dao Jin!"

Nothing happened. No flash of lights, no starting of the armor coming forth and then returning to its resting place ---just nothing at all. Growling, Rylea let go of the position she was in and stood up straight again as what happened every time she tried to call forth her armor happened once again. Disappointment, anger, frustration, and grief flooded across her face in one jumbled mask. Why couldn't she call forth the armor of Wildfire? Rylea knew why. The armor of Wildfire wouldn't let her call on it because she was a demon. Evil coursed through her veins and it could sense it in her ---that's why the armor refused to come to her.

A frown crossed over Leinto's features. This whole thing was troubling to him. She was allowed into the sanctuary of the Guardians even though she holds evil within her, but she can't call on her armor? Something just wasn't connecting somewhere. Stepping closer to her he said, "Try to call on it again."

"It's no use, Leinto," her low and emotion filled voice replied before she lifted her head and her shaking blue eyes looked back at him. "We have tried and tried and tried to make this stupid armor come forth and it won't. It won't." Rylea looked away from him then, chuckling as if she found this all funny in someway or just laughing to try and hide the sadness in her voice. She shook her head and held her arms out wide while saying, "Look at me, Leinto. I'm a frickin demon, a demoness, a hybrid, half breed, an ancient Goddess reincarnated for Christ sake! Why would the armor with a kanji of virtue and righteousness let me bear it? Think about it!"

"Rylea," Leinto's calm, soothing voice said as he walked out to her. He knew it was going to be just a matter of time before she began to crack under all of this and the time had finally come. His weathered hands reached out and laid themselves gently upon her shoulders as his warm gray eyes gazed down at her. "You are the one destined to bear this armor and you will. It's in your blood. You're a Sanada, a girl who comes from a long line of armor bearers. Your father was and still is one of the greatest warriors I know. You can't just block that out and dwell only on the negatives about yourself."

"That all may be in my blood," she spat back at him while wrenching herself away from his touch, her blue eyes blazing with anger now as she looked up at him. "But I can't ignore the fact that evil is also in my blood." Darting away from him she recalled her subarmor and jerked up her backpack from where it laid by the door. Trying now to hide the tears that were now falling down her face from Leinto as she ran from the temple and out into the bright sunshine of the day; heading away from the training area and out to the City that sat before her.

The charge's gray eyes stared after her, his shoulders slouching in defeat. She was right. They couldn't just ignore the fact that evil was now also in her blood, a part of her; a part of who she was. They could put on blinders and try to forget, but it wasn't going to change it. Sighing, he turned now and headed for the doors that he had not told Rylea about. The old man needed the wisdom and guidance of the Guardians on this whole situation. Opening the doors, he was met with the swirling, gold, white and silver vortex that led into the Guardian dimension. Holding his head high, he threw his shoulders back and stepped through the portal, being instantly transported into the world he needed to be in right then.

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Tears, hot, angry, confused tears dotted her face and ran down her cheeks. Bright blue eyes blazed with hatred for what she was, what she had become; for who had made her this way. Blindly she walked down the sidewalks of Toyama City, not caring who saw the tears on her face or who she bumped into along the way. Her eyes scanned the crowds of people, their thoughts, musings and worries weaving in and out of her mind. She clamped her hands over her ears, trying to block out their words but knew that it was no use. Sometimes she hated the gift of telepathy.

Bursting through the large crowd of people, the girl ran down the sidewalk and into the crosswalk, barely missing being hit by a car as it screeched on its brakes and the driver leaned out his window to shout angry words at her in Japanese. She ignored the man's words while continuing down the path she was on. Her sights were set on one place. On one person.

Leaving the bustling City behind her, she continued on down into the outskirts of the town where the demons and other various non-human creatures who wanted to live in the human world in peace gathered. A cold shiver ran down her spine and her dark powers began to stir like they always did whenever she came into this side of town. Anything resembling an evil aura or presence awakened that unwanted side of her.

Her eyes, now alert to evil close by, searched the shadows and alleyways, looking for anything that could give way to the hiding place of any kind of demon. With a smirk, she decided to use her new gift and telepathically reached out, searching the air for any thoughts or powers from a demon. She found none, but couldn't put that other side of her at rest. Her hands now began to clench and unclench themselves as if they could sense the feel of a fight coming on even though she couldn't. Lately, her body had seemed to have a mind of its own and she had learned not to argue with it at times like this.

Something darted to her right and the girl froze. Her head whipped around, dark shaggy hair flying through the air as she searched around. Nothing was there now. It was just my imagination. She tried to reassure herself but something deep down told her differently. Picking her pace back up she turned her head back to look ahead of her again as she began to walk back down the sidewalk again. Then it hit her. Where was everyone? The streets she walked down were completely still, no one, not even a shadow demon could be seen. This was very unusual for not only the time of the day, but also for where she was.

She stopped walking now, a frown settling over her features as she looked around, letting her senses and mind search over everything. A thick, still feeling hung in the air and hovered around her. Her skin began to tingle, power starting to pace just below the surface, getting ready to be used. Someone or more like something was following her. Somewhere amongst the buildings, streets and endless shadows, there was a lurking presence watching her.

Come out, come out, where ever you are. She let her words flow out telepathically, hoping to catch whoever was following her with them. Her body began to tense now and she turned around slowly, eyes still alert and watchful for any movement. Newspapers rustled and blew in the slight breeze that had picked up, alerting her eyes of movement, but not the kind she had been anticipating. A smirk, feral, almost predatory like slipped across her lips as she chuckled lightly and turned to walk away again, thinking that it had been her imagination after all. Her body and senses said other wise though.

Then it came. Out of no where a chain came at her, wrapping itself around her middle and tugged her back; sending the girl slamming into the hard pavement and sprawling out. Pain surged through her and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. Chuckling came from somewhere over her but her head was turned away to whoever had made the noise. The jingling of a chain being dragged along the pavement came to her ears now, alerting her to another's presence. Two of them, there was two of them.

Rolling over onto her hands and knees she picked her head up and looked around, trying to see who her assailants were. A steel toed boot came into her line of vision and she traveled her eyes upwards to find a face to go along with it. Green eyes stared down at her, sandy brown curls tumbling around his face as he cocked his head to the side. The cuffs on his shirt had been rolled up to his elbows and left unbuttoned, the wife beater under it tucked into his jeans. A chain dangled from his right hand, teasingly being snaked back and forth across the asphalt.

A second person came into her field of vision now. This one wore a black muscle T-shirt and jeans with the bottoms of his jeans half tucked into his lumberman's boots. His dark eyes twinkled as he flicked the shaggy dark hair from his eyes. "She the one?" he spoke to the other one standing over her.

"Yeah," he replied back, a wide smile spreading over his face. "I can feel it. She's that demon Rylea everyone's been hunting down."

The girl rolled her eyes now as a smirk captured her lips and before either of them knew what was going on, she had swept the feet out from under the one standing over her and jumped back to her own feet. The dark haired one came at her now, fists flying as he tried to hit her. Rylea dodged his first swing and then caught his second one; surprising her attacker. "Didn't your mother ever teach you it's not polite to hit a lady?" she asked sarcastically before pulling back and punching him in the face, breaking his nose in the process. With a smirk and a slight shrug she added, "Guess not."

Two large arms wrapped painfully around her chest, crushing the air from her lungs and hoisting her off her feet and held her small body close to his own. His breath tickled the back of her neck as he breathed in and out. "Got cha now, girly," he breathed into her ear and then chuckled, sending shivers down the girl's spine.

"'old 'er still fer me," the one she had broken his nose slurred out. His bleeding face and raging eyes now came into view as he walked towards her. Cracking his knuckles as he got ready to pound into her as the one behind her held her tightly.

Growling now as her patience with them fell away, Rylea said, "You guys just do not know who you are messing with!" before her fury was unleashed on them both.

Slamming her head back into the face of the one who held her, he cried out and let her go to grab at his face. Now the one who had been advancing on her stopped, waiting to see what she was going to do. Growling out his battle cry he didn't wait for her to make the first move and instead came at her. Rylea simply whipped around with one round house kick to the head and sent him flying into the building beside them where he slammed into it and fell unconscious to the ground.

Now she whirled around, temper boiling, powers crawling to be set free and aimed her sights on the man behind her. A glare traced his face as he looked at her. "You bitch! You broke my nose!" he shouted at her, gently touching his bleeding and disfigured nose as a glare of anger now slipped across his face.

"Oh I'm going to do more than that," she replied dangerously before her fist came up and slammed into his face, sending him off kilter and to the ground. Before he could get up she was on him, straddling his chest and grabbing a hold of his shirt with her left hand, pulling him up slightly so that her right fist could go to town on him. Again and again and again she hit him, screaming and occasionally laughing as blood flew from his mouth as her fist pounded into his face.

Then just as the girl was about to hit him again something connected in her mind with what she was doing and her fist stopped, posed just above his face; fist shaking from the adrenaline running through her right then. She blinked several times as if coming out of a daze and looked down into the cowering, bleeding and beaten face of the man under her. Her hand unclasped his shirt from her hold and let him fall back onto the pavement, defeated and hurting. Quickly she got up from him where he laid, backing away from the man as her eyes stared at what she had done in disbelief.

"No," she whispered, still backing away from his fallen form before shouting, "No!" and taking off away from the two men who had once been attacking her.

Her body trembled, powers still pacing and crawling throughout her. Her hands trembled, aching to let the powers building in her be let go. She couldn't let them though. It was dangerous to trust herself anymore. Her mind and body had become her enemy now, no longer listening to what she told it to do, but acted on what its instincts told it to do. Tears dotted her face as she ran, her hair whipping wildly around her as a breeze picked up. She needed to see him. Needed for him to help her quiet the dark powers surging through her right then before they consumed her whole.

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A/N: Well, what a way to end a chapter. I think this one held more action in it then the previous two and I bet all of you who read this were saying, "Thank, God! Its about time!" right? As far as the Supreme go, you'll learn more about them and what they have to do with the Goddess as the story goes on. Sirous might make an appearance, I'm not sure yet. Anywho, thanks go out to Rogue, LG and MorganRay.