Take my soul away by Le Petit Chaperon Rouge
My utmost thanks to: : Yena, Eve-Of-Misery, Eternity's Angel, ThefutureMrs.Kaiba, Clyde007 for reviewing.
To Eternity's Angel: well, yeah, I thought about that, though I love SxS, I'm not gonna make this story SxS. I'm thinking.....what I'm thinking you'll find out later ;p. All I can tell you it involves Seth and some girl.....
Chapter 2: Dessert Storm
The cold wind made the guards shiver. They moved closer to the fire and told each other stories about monsters, the gods and women. The horses trapped restlessly and made scared noises as silence took over the camp.
"what got into those stupid animals!?" A disturbed guard barked at the horse keeper.
"I don't know...." the horse keeper answered uncertainly. "I think they sense something bad coming."
"In the godforsaken place!?" right..."
"Don't underestimate these animals. They are very smart." They horse keeper warned.
The disturbed guard and a few others who overheard the conversation, burst out laughing. The horse keeper shook his head.
"don't say I didn't warn you...."
From a hill of sand he looked down at the camp beneath him. Smirking lightly he pulled up an eyebrow.
Such fools....his smirk grew wider. He covered his face with an white turban. He kicked his horse in the barrel, and raced down the hill towards the camp, causing huge clouds of sand to fill the air. Laughing maniacally he closed in on the camp.
The guards were caught of guard (A/N: ....that sounded a bit weird, ne?) by the surprise attack and the cloud of sand. All the guards were choking and gasping for air. But not for long. A terrible force within the cloud smashed them to bloody little pieces of human body. The horses were going mad and tried to brake free from their leashes. The stranger jumped from his hearse and turned towards the largest tent, where somehow one guard seemed to have escaped the force within the sandstorm. He was heavily panting and squinting with his eyes because of the sand. When he caught sight of the stranger he pulled his sword.
"Only...over...my.. dead body....you....will enter...thief!!!"
the stranger, or thief if you prefer, only smirked at this comment and pulled his sword too. It was a richly decorated scimitar.
"As you wish"
One simple move, a slash, and the guard was no more. Swiftly, with not a trace of remorse or anything, he stepped over the dead body and entered the tent, wondering what the guard tried to keep so desperately from him.
Anzu wake in her tent because she heard the horses neigh (A/N: is that how you call the sound that a horse makes ??) in panic. She grabbed a cloak and went outside to look what was happening. She closed her eyes, as the sand blew right into her face. Quickly she turned away, rubbing her eyes.
"My god...that sand feels like knives!" Gently she touched her sore cheek.
Form outside she heard a cruel cackle. Anzu carefully turned around, and gazed with nearly closed eyes in the direction from where she heard the cackle. Her vision was terribly blurry, and she could hardly move though the strong wind, but she could recognize somebody in a red cloak entering Shizuka's tent.
The first thing in the tent that caught his eye were the countless jewels and gold of unimaginable worth. Sapphires, diamonds, emeralds, gold, silver....it was all there. He kneeled down to collect his prize. This was going to get him serious money. Behind him, he suddenly heard the gentle rustle of fabric. Like a cobra, he pulled his sword with great speed, and slashed into the direction of the sound. But there was nobody there....
During that move, his turban loosened up, and revealing his face.
In the faint light of a nearly burned up oil lamp he recognized the features of a female body. Silently, like a hunter that approaches his prey, he closed in to the bed where the girl was lying.
This must be my lucky day! He thought grinning wickedly. Gently he touched Shizuka's creamy skin on her arm with his fingertips. Shizuka stirred in her sleep under his touch. Afraid that he would wake her, he pulled back his hand. But Shizuka was fast asleep. From his sleeve he pulled out a little leather bag. Between the tips of his thumb and index finger he pulled out a small amount of soft pink dust. Gently he blew it in Shizuka's face. For a moment it looked like she was going to sneeze, but in fact she was only falling into a deeper sleep. The sleeping powder had done it's work.
"Just a minute, love. I'll be right back." He chuckled. Quickly he grabbed al the costly things he could get his greedy hands on and put it in a simple brown bag. He turned around and fixed his turban, so it covered his face up again. He threw the sheets of Shizuka's small body and swiftly picked her up, in the way we know it as, bride-style. In her deep sleep Shizuka stirred some more.
"Sssssh...." He whispered softly in her ear. "relax..." He walked out of the tent into the sandstorm to his horse. The jewelry he stole he put in the compartments under his saddle. With one arm around Shizuka's slim waist, and her head against his chest. He kicked his horse in the barrel and took of, with the sandstorm following him.
There were just a few survivors. Some guards who were of duty, Anzu and the Mistress. Shizuka was kidnapped by the thief, and most of the jewelry was gone.
All in the matter of minutes.....
A/n: i hope you all liked it!!!! Please R&R!!