Chapter 2
Hayrinn's Mark
Senkain Abychsel watched mutedly as several emotions played fleetingly on his daughter's face. He could tell that the sohee was taunting her, and from his assessment, his daughter was not faring well against it.
The girl's blue gaze was fierce and angry, yet underneath it…he could see glints of fear and uncertainty which he knew the sohee had somehow tapped into and used against her.
Without warning, a piercing wail reverberated in the closed room, the silver knife of chastity shattered into pieces and he watched breathlessly as the sohee launched itself towards his daughter.
Hayrinn clutched her Main Gauche tightly on her left hand and reversed its blade, sidestepping the swing of the sohee's stiletto that managed to cut a lesion into her arm. She was not agile enough to escape, and the cut was deep enough to have blood flow steadily from it.
Her skinny build made her almost weightless, as she tried as much as possible to jump and avoid the stiletto thrusts.
"You realize I could kill you anytime I wish…" the sohee's voice was mocking, and she cringed at the sound of the creature's voice in her head. "Do you realize that I'm merely toying with you before I decide to kill your father?"
Several cuts appeared all over her body, sending small trickles of blood to drip and spatter from her with each evasive movement she used to escape.
"Kill me if you wish, sohee…but I shall leave my mark on you before I die," Hayrinn swore, as she swung her main gauche only to slice at empty air when the sohee's hovering form avoided it.
The clash of the metal blades of a stiletto and a main gauche left a cacophonous sound that made the men in the room flinch. So far, their young lady was doing well…but it was obvious that she would soon lose, and their lord seemed not to care in the least that his daughter was in danger of death.
A muffled intake of breath from the young novice, ceased the men from breathing as they watched the sohee draw her stiletto from Hayrinn's side, bright red blood dripped steadily from its blade, while a stream of wine red blood flowed from the young novice, staining the carpet.
"You are too weak to be an Abychsel! Weakling child!", Hayrinn heard the thought of her father passed onto her by the sohee, and she stared wildly at the sinister glow in the creature's scarlet eyes, and likewise…the disapproving gaze of her father.
"You heard that, right?"The sohee whispered as it hovered close to her, its voice low and scornful, "The man you wish to please has no care for you or your fate…"
"Shut up!" She screamed, as she continued to evade the sohee. "Do not manipulate me…my father will never think that! You are nothing but a hateful creature! Monster!"
"Cease calling me sohee or creature, Hayrinn" the sohee prodded, "I have a name…you can call me Ryekie", she hovered around the novice teasingly, knowing full well the chaos unleashed in the young girl's head, making the novice lose concentration. In the fit of the girl's confusion, Ryekie smirked and moved in for a slash at the girl's neck.
Hayrinn used her size as an advantage and ducked, having the stiletto cut a lock of her hair instead of her throat. In one swift movement she was at the sohee's back and used her main gauche to slash it deeply from her left shoulder down to it's waist.
The sohee did not even wince, and proceeded to advance at the novice. "Do not force yourself girl…the wound at your side is bleeding heavily…a few more minutes and you'll die from loss of blood,"
She could sense the panic in the girl without needing to invade into her mind. Human's released an aura that only monsters like herself, with honed senses could detect…and at that moment, she could feel the terrified ambiance around the girl.
She did not enjoy toying with the girl, but she wanted to see what reaction she could gain from the girl's father…if only by prolonging the girls life when she could end it in one decided thrust of her stiletto. But even when his daughter faced the certainty of death, nothing but annoyance and discontent of his daughter's battle skills marred the man's features.
"I guess I'll have to kill you now…" Ryekie passed the thought to the girl and watched as a terrified expression rose on her comely face. Suddenly it receded and a seemingly glassy blank stare surfaced in her eyes.
Slowly, to the sohee's amazement, a crazed ferocity emerged in the girl's eyes, and for a fleeting moment, she found a barrier blocking her entry to the novice's thoughts. The main gauche clashed with her stiletto, and to her surprise, a hairline crack lined its smooth blade, the unexpected surge of strength seemed to emanate from every pore of the novice's body, and the loss of blood seemed increase her prowess rather than hinder her strength.
The ferocity of the novice's attack caught the sohee by surprise, and she found herself pushed backwards that she had to descend and allow her feet to steady her against the novice.
A strong sideward slash managed to hurl the stiletto to one side, and with her tight clutch on the stiletto, the sohee's body twisted in her weapon's direction, leaving her right shoulder open to attack---at once, a sharp slice left a vertical lesion from hip, upwards to her right shoulder.
The young girls small figure moved lithely with her size and weight, but the sohee was not in the least perturbed by her injuries. The novice was losing blood fast, with every ounce of effort she placed in her swings and thrusts, blood poured freely from the numerous wounds on her body, leaving trails of them on the carpet and spatters of them on the walls with each turn and advance she made.
The sohee aimed her stiletto at her opponents heart, and she heard a sharp intake of breath when she finally thrust it deeply in the novice's flesh. The girl slumped into the sohee, her arms around the creature's shoulders for support.
Ryekie glared at Hayrinn's limp form and saw the tip of her stiletto's blade appear on the other side of the girl's thin body, blood dripped slowly from it. "You surprised me, novice, you had talent…but you wasted it all in pursuit of your father's love," the sohee passed the thought into the novice, though she knew her opponent was likely dead. "Your father sent you to your death…I'll kill the source of your young life's misery, young one…you should have taken up my offer…"
The sohee began to push Hayrinn's limp body to the floor in order to kill the girl's father, when suddenly, she felt a blade make a straight horizontal cut at the center of her back, and as she pulled at the novice's bloody ninja suit to look at her foe, she caught a glimpse of the girl's blue eyes staring defiantly at her.
Her surprise was doubled when the silver knife of chastity was lifted and positioned at her jugular vein, "Your name was Ryekie, right?" the novice whispered, a smile of satisfaction poised on her lips, "Choose now…to have me as your mistress or die…"
The sohee stared incredulously at the girl who demanded to be her master despite her weak and wounded state. Glancing at the stiletto still buried in the novice's body, she saw that she'd missed her heart and had thrust at the girl's septum.
Slowly the novice clutched at the back of the sohee's robe, ripping it and revealing wounds in three straight cuts forming the letter "H". The girl smirked, "Did I leave my mark on you?"
The sohee watched her carefully, crimson eyes met with the dark sapphire blue of novice's. The sohee smiled mysteriously, and sent one single thought to her defiant opponent, "Yes, my mistress…"
A/N: Was that too long? I've finally uploaded Chapter 2, hope you enjoyed, more are coming up soon. Please Read and Review.
