Hellbound

Chapter 2: Jim Bowie

Raven sped across the open plains, with a huge dust trail behind him. He had his Lightning Wolf on autopilot so he wasn't really doing much. He constantly scanned the horizon for anything like a person or Zoid that he could destroy or take prisoner. And there it was, a single person, on their own, in the desert.

As he neared closer to the person, he noticed it was a girl and pulled up the Lightning Wolf near her. He jumped out of the Zoid and walked carelessly over to her. She was standing with her back to him. He walked around her so she was facing him. Her expression was blank and her eyes were empty as if she was in a trance of some sort. Her eyes moved a little to look away from whatever she was staring at to look at Raven. Her eyes flickered over his tattoo on his cheek.

Then she suddenly sprung to life. As fast as light itself, her hand grabbed her knife that was hanging around her waist and darted back up for Ravens chest. Luckily for Raven, he was faster and grabbed the attacking hand and swung it around so that she was leaning on Raven with her back to him and his arm holding her hand that had the knife in it up to her throat.

"Nice try," he said softly but evilly. "Where did you get your fighting skills?"

She was a quick drawer, but bad with a knife. Raven guessed that her style was a gun not a knife.

He held her wrist and pushed on her pressure point so she dropped the knife. He let her go and she fell to her knees, waiting for him to kill her.

He raised his eyebrow at the fact she was willing to give up so easily.

He kicked the knife away from her then picked it up. Raven recognised it straight away. It was a Jim Bowie knife. He used to use them all the time but found guns more effective. He wrapped it in some material that he had in his pocket and hung it on the belt that hung around his waist.

"What's your name?" Raven said, trying not to sound too interested.

She did not answer. Raven could tell she was still in her trance but he didn't care.

He kicked her in her side with force that caused her to fall onto her other side and hit the ground. Raven stepped over her and grabbed her by the front of her shirt and yanked her to her feet. He stared into her blank eyes and watched them return to an emerald green.

She suddenly realised who was standing in front of her, who was holding onto the front of her vest. Her eyes widened; it was him.

She couldn't believe it, so her hand made a break for the knife, only to find an empty holder. She looked down just in case her hand was looking in the wrong spot. She started panicking, patting down her pockets that she could reach. But then she spotted her knife; it was on Raven's belt that he had taken off her minutes before.

She glared up into Raven's eyes; they were cold and grey, full of anger and despair. They didn't intimidate her though.

"You stole my knife!" she accused.

Raven grabbed the knife and unwrapped it. "What, this?"

Her eyes widened. It was her knife. She loved that knife.

"Jim Bowie…expensive and a rare one at that," he said, examining it.

"Give me back my knife!" she demanded.

He gripped the knife and stabbed it into her shoulder casually like he had done it a million times before. Blood squirted out everywhere, which made it look worse than it was. The knife had the capability of stabbing through bone; Raven didn't even push it through the width of her shoulder.

She screamed horribly and fell to her knees, clutching the knife. For the fist time of having Raven in her presence, she felt scared. He really was Raven, had no feelings for what he does, how many innocent lives he takes, how many families grieve.

She tried to hold in her blood but she had already lost too much and passed out.

Raven still wanted some more fun with her yet. He would kill her eventually, but not now. He didn't even know the girls name for Pete's sake!

He yanked out the knife, cleaned it and tied it back onto his belt. Then he picked up the girl and threw her over his shoulder and made his way back to the Lightning Wolf. She was incredibly light and skinny; Raven guessed she had been out in the desert for a while.

He jumped into the Lightning Wolves' cockpit then walked into a little compartment at the back. He set his new hostage on the floor and looked on the shelf for the first aid kit.

He opened it and pulled out a bandage, some disinfectant, some cotton balls, cotton strip and some medical tape.

He took off her shirt carefully and cleaned her wound with some disinfectant on six cotton balls. Then he covered the wound with a cotton strip and secured it with the medical tape. He finished it off by rapping a couple bandages around the wound and put her top back up.

Raven stared at her for a second; he began to notice how pretty she actually was. She had medium golden-brown hair tied back in to two ponytails and a bit of hair falling over her face. She was shorter than Raven but in a different way. He was tall and muscular and she was not too short and skinny.

She was wearing a short, tight black top that exposed her stomach and army style jeans that had a huge flair at the bottom. She also wore tight leather fingerless gloves and heavy black leather boots topped off with a belt and empty knife holder around her waist.

Raven picked her up again and buckled her into the passengers' seat which was positioned right behind the pilots' seat and took off into the distance.

That's all for now. Are you following me? Well it seems it will turn be a long story but I'll try and finish it. I hoped everyone enjoyed it and loved Raven's reckless behaviour and it gave you a shock. Remember I'm always open for suggestions and if you have a good suggestion on a chapter already written, I'll quite happily change it. I will also include good suggestions for up coming chapters too:):). Remember: Always review at the end of each chapter!

This chapter's quote: They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. That would indicate that death takes forever; unless you die in childbirth. It must be like watching a movie you've seen several times before. You see all the things you regret that don't seem to matter any more, and then they close the lid. –Kevin Robins.