Kria, that was her name. How did I forget? Meya sat later that night after her encounter with Sig at her post, the top of one of the support towers to the palace. It was the one hanging loftily above South Town. She sat with her back to the drop, uncaring that if she leaned back a little further that she would plunge to her death. Kria. She dropped her memory along with her tears.
"Kria. I've never met you, but you met me once. What would you do if you met me now? Would you turn from me in disgust? Would you take my knives and kill me like I killed Da? Kria." Meya whispered to the cool night wind, her heart aching at the thought of this woman named Kria. It had been a week since Blak Wulf encountered Ashelin, little did Ashelin know, but that would be her only encounter with that assassin. Meya was losing her mind, or gaining one with the understanding of others. Either way, Meya was slowly beginning to fade out of existence.
She was dying.
"Kria, Da told me about you, how you died with a knife in your hand and a knife in your back. What a joke. Call the fat fuck Da, the same who rapped and killed you after I was born. He said you fought like an animal, like mother, like daughter." she snorted dark laughter that died on the wind with this last thought. 'Da' wasn't her real father. When he took Kria as his wife, she was already pregnant. Little did her parents knew, but years after the murder, Meya found her father. Her father was a man related to 'Da', his brother, so in a twisted way, her Da was related to her.
"I'm glad Da joined you in Hell, Kria." she whispered letting the wind dry her few tears. She couldn't bring herself to call Kria mother, yet, the man known as 'Da' forced her to call him that.
Use this, kill with it, it makes you one hell of a fighter. the role of conscious in her mind was filled by Errol's snide voice. How she hated it when he invaded her space, let alone her mind, but she listened. Time to be.
She nodded to herself and shouldering her pack, slipped into the elevator. Not to gain the attention of the denizens of the palace, the elevator had its power cut, so the door at the top was wedged open by a bulky rifle she never used. Inside was total darkness, one misstep could send her plummeting to the elevator itself down at the towers' base. One misstep. That thought intrigued her, the thought of ending it all, but then the meddling voice of her commander piped up again and urged her on.
With her pack secured over both shoulders, she blindly slipped down into the shaft. Using powerful magnetic rungs anchored to the steel shaft and a lot of time, she slipped down the makeshift ladder to tower base. She landed on the roof to the Naughty Ottsel and slipped down the pipes until she reached street level. Then she did what she did best, let her feet take her to the next battle ground.
"Kria. I've never met you, but you met me once. What would you do if you met me now? Would you turn from me in disgust? Would you take my knives and kill me like I killed Da? Kria." Meya whispered to the cool night wind, her heart aching at the thought of this woman named Kria. It had been a week since Blak Wulf encountered Ashelin, little did Ashelin know, but that would be her only encounter with that assassin. Meya was losing her mind, or gaining one with the understanding of others. Either way, Meya was slowly beginning to fade out of existence.
She was dying.
"Kria, Da told me about you, how you died with a knife in your hand and a knife in your back. What a joke. Call the fat fuck Da, the same who rapped and killed you after I was born. He said you fought like an animal, like mother, like daughter." she snorted dark laughter that died on the wind with this last thought. 'Da' wasn't her real father. When he took Kria as his wife, she was already pregnant. Little did her parents knew, but years after the murder, Meya found her father. Her father was a man related to 'Da', his brother, so in a twisted way, her Da was related to her.
"I'm glad Da joined you in Hell, Kria." she whispered letting the wind dry her few tears. She couldn't bring herself to call Kria mother, yet, the man known as 'Da' forced her to call him that.
Use this, kill with it, it makes you one hell of a fighter. the role of conscious in her mind was filled by Errol's snide voice. How she hated it when he invaded her space, let alone her mind, but she listened. Time to be.
She nodded to herself and shouldering her pack, slipped into the elevator. Not to gain the attention of the denizens of the palace, the elevator had its power cut, so the door at the top was wedged open by a bulky rifle she never used. Inside was total darkness, one misstep could send her plummeting to the elevator itself down at the towers' base. One misstep. That thought intrigued her, the thought of ending it all, but then the meddling voice of her commander piped up again and urged her on.
With her pack secured over both shoulders, she blindly slipped down into the shaft. Using powerful magnetic rungs anchored to the steel shaft and a lot of time, she slipped down the makeshift ladder to tower base. She landed on the roof to the Naughty Ottsel and slipped down the pipes until she reached street level. Then she did what she did best, let her feet take her to the next battle ground.