took me a bit to update, drafted this chapter 3 times and i'm still not super happy with it, its kinda a bump chapter if i where to describe it. The plot comes after his one.
Jack Spicer had been forced to retreat from the fight with Chase Young much to his displeasure. But, he is certainly not like the skinny cracking voiced teenager he once was, no, he did not run away like a dog with its tail between the legs. Even Chase Young had noticed Jack Spicer had certainly changed.
Tragically with his fuel running critically low, and his left hand battered with multiple small fractures, caused from Chase destroying his cannon blaster. Jacks hands were unfortunately tied. When Chase Young had turned away for just a split second, the young ash haired girl had made a break for it. But as luck would have it, Chase foolishly did not notice Jack had released multiple small tracking devices in the air with the opportunity. Perfectly designed, partially weightless that gave zero sound while in flight. Designed strategically as small, red lady bugs.
With a grit of his teeth Jack sprung his one good arm up, and charged a straight bright red neon lazer directly at his former idol. The blast sounded like a suctioned explosive as it fired towards the enemy, but unfortunately while the dragon lord had been able to maneuver it. Hitting Chase Young with the blast would have just been the butter on the steak. His goal was to use the blast as a distraction, in order to perfectly, and silently, deploy his L.B.B "Lady bug bot". And it worked like haylin magic. Chase bounced from the earth dodging the blast in quick reaction, but as he leaped to the side, the small bug attached itself silently to the back of his robe.
Jack could not hide his delight as he puckered a top lipped grin.
The pure, and wicked delight it brought him at the look of Chase's coiled face in frustration, Jack chuckled "Aww, she ran away from you? Seems she's not a lizard fucker!" Jack jabbed at him.
Chase's noes crinkled, hearing such unprincipled words brought out a burning anger in him. He sneered, a throaty growl left his throat as his eyes thinned till just black slits, now glowing in the misty darkness of the mountain. His hands moved to his sides, arms flexing as his hands coiled. The sky began to twist and pull, swirling as the clouds darken into a deep purple.
Jack felt electricity flow through his skin, it prickled till his hair stood on edge. Chase had grown tired of Jacks games. He had his eyes on the true prize. And Jack Spicer, although his horse play had proven mildly entertaining, he was now in his way. And in Chase Young's eyes, that was a death wish.
Jack Spicer's suit, started to automatically read the changes in not only atmosphere, but any change in Jack himself. It started to send off pinging alerts, the electric magnetic energy was rapidly spiking, as was Jack Spicer's heart rate.
"Incoming attack, system analysis critical." His "A.I." system alerted into his ear. Jack watched with a sweat as the ground crackled them, black sharp small bolts of thunder danced to the tips of Chase Young's fingers.
The thunderous boom that ran through the Mountains could be heard for miles around. Cars slammed on their breaks and birds took flight in fear. Chase had summoned powerful haylin magic, shooting the black electric bolt harrowing straight towards Jack. Spreading up through the sky, like a shatter of a window.
Chase only laughed, with his head tilted backwards, wet long strands of hair clinging like threads to his cut jaws. It felt good, damn good to fight again. He tilted forward, eager to see his work. But his face soon fell flat, pride always a mans weakness. Jacks chard body was sadly no where to be found. Had he ran away?
Chase didn't stick around to find out, he had greater prey to catch. The hunt began again, he ripped through his robe as spines protruded from his back, he grew greater in size as his jaw expanded, and scales pulled out through his skin. He sprinted on all fours, running through the trees, earth ripping up under his claws. His sense of smell greatly increased as hot fans of breath fogged the cool air.
Jack on the other hand, had barely escaped death. Chase made a mistake, but not truly to his own fault. The raw destructive haylin magic the warlord had created was unavoidable, but the ability had one good end, it burst Jacks suit full of electricity. Lady luck smiled giving Jacks suit the boost it needed to return to his retreat.
Spicer landed harshly into the wet muddy ground, with a rolling tumble, sparks of black electricity sparked from him like an old broken television. His glove hissed as he tore it off with a rough yank, it rattled with the abundance of crude haylin powers within it. He used the last of his fuel reserves to form a small force field to block what ever he could. It was a dry attempt, but as it turned out for the better, by Jacks natural dumb luck. His bacon was thankfully saved for yet another day.
He retreated to his small one man jet he had brought with him. As he dragged himself with a bruised slump the craft de-cloaked itself. Like small mirrors falling forward in a waterfall like pattern, the sleek black craft revealed itself. Polished, obsidian black, and all his. It was flat, shaped like a triangle, that split off into long attached wings, the craft was seamless, like shiny metal pulled tight like silicone wrap over the jet plane. The pod seemed to depressurize as it opened for him to enter.
He sat himself inside with a huff, the leather interior cool underneath him. It began to boot up with gentle pings as the lid closed above him. He had learned from his youth, instead of flying on oddly crafted jet packs, why not just fuel that into a super cool, futuristic fighter jet?
"Welcome back Master Spicer." His A.I. welcomed him back. He exhaled roughly, his suit still static filled it was uncomfortable to sit in. He leaned forward, his back stung sharply making him wince.
"Automatic system check." She spoke.
"Don't bother." Jack grumbled, just take me home. His voice was horse, he had been working on not only his executions of battle tactics, advanced weapons and machinery. But also his body, the endless shame is his defeats spiraled him into a dark depression. Always being the butt end of jokes, the never winning underdog, and the punching bag of the villain community. It was almost enough to make him give up.
"As you wish sir." She replied, the ship rumbled a bit, as it started to float above the ground soundlessly. A small woosh of air pushed the grass underneath as he buckled himself in. And it launched away , taking off into the air. The ship could fly itself, probably for the best as the rain pelted against the window making vision minimal. Jack fell back into his seat, giving a deep chested huff.
He tightfisted the armrest of the sunken in seat. He trained himself in sure defiance of it all. Though he didn't leave with the real prize he was not out of the game. He wouldn't give up so easy, not when he's come so far. Or rather, not when hes worked so tirelessly to be better than he once was before.
"Pull up the video of the fight, and begin a detailed analysis." Jack ordered the ship. A few soft pings lit up as his window became a screen, lightning up the small space. He slouched onto his arm, watching the small girl dance in combat with Chase.
Riamundo, had given in to the desire of so many deep feelings. To be forgiven by the one he cares for most. Her lap was warm on the side of his cool face, the blanket was towel like in texture but soft to the touch. It smelt clean, like fresh cotton. He sighed, as Kimiko ran her fingers through the long wild tresses of his hair. His strong arm embraced behind her back, as his other ran under her to lock her into a small easy felt hug. He could not bask long in the warm feeling of ease she gave him, his mouth felt dry as he relived the moments before they departed.
He relived the thunderstruck moment in his mind, and there she turned in slow motion, long ash hair darkened in the downpour, skin porcelain, and violent red eyes, glowing like a beast in the night. Her red long sleeved kimono, black belt, and large katana.
"Who was that." He grumbled as if awoken from a nap. Kimiko stirred to with his question, he leaned back away from her lap, knees more firm into the brightly stained modern planks. He tilted up, her eyes bloomed with question. "That girl, the one in red?" He asked Kimiko.
Her eyes widened, as she turned away from him a bit, eyebrows set as her bottom lip threatened to pout.
"I'm not too sure," She sighed, her hand playing with his own. "But Wuya, she said. That she was the first dragon of fire." He leaned back fully at her words. "The first?"
Well its true there had been dragons before them, but truth be told it was never really explored within their own training and research. They had lived their lives, and died accordingly.
"Wait the first, wouldn't that make her like thousands of years old?" He asked with a roll of his tongue.
"Well according to Wuya, she worked for the Grand Master Dashi as his apprentice, and that she was once a haylin warrior and betrayed, someone? I'm too not sure, but one thing is for certain." Her voice grew sharp and serious. "She isn't on our side." Raimundo swallowed at her dry tone.
"Another enemy, was she the one who did this to you?" he asked, a bit of grit threatened the question.
She shook her head gently, as his eyebrows arched.
"No I tussled a bit with Jack and." She paused, he tilted in question. "Chase Young." the words left her lip in a light drag, Raimundo noticeably snarled at this. Chase Young, that bastard. How dare he, ever since he showed up hes being tearing wedges between the group. He ground his teeth as he remembered what he did to Omi, stealing his good chi, and forcing him to fight against his friends.
"Don't." Her whisper words snapped his attention. Her face was set in a washed grief, eyes glimmered with the gentle light of the candle light beside them. Air left his lungs in a drawn exhale, he rose up to his legs, stirring a breath hum from her lips. His arms crossed as he stared off into nothing, thinking deeply to himself.
"Rai?" She asked in question. He turned to her, arms dropping to his sides, the once tight folds of his robe loosening, showing his collarbone and gentle tussles of chest hair. He huffed out in clear displeasure at the whole scene. His favorite monk now bedridden from injury, and not to mention his regrettable inability to have helped in any way.
Raimundo's loud gruff had disturbed a sleeping friend, he strengthen his back and stuck out his front claws like an old lazy cat. He grumbled loudly rubbing his tired eyes.
"Don't you guys know, its bad luck to wake a dragon?" He grumbled sleepily, letting out one last bellied yawn.
"You've got some explaining to do Dojo." Kimiko spoke, her tone that of a fiery seriousness that she was known for. The growl like words sending a spiked chill down the small green dragons spine.
"What, what do you mean?" He shuddered out, his body turning slowly to meet her piercing eyes.
"Stop hiding the truth. Just who is this "Ame" girl truly anyway?" She growled at him. He was visibly uncomfortable as Raimundo circled round to meet him, arms cross and brows furrowed.
"Well, I um?" he bit a nail trying to hide the question, but he was caught, as he slouched down and let out a loud defeated whine.
"Okay, I'll tell ya'. But with everyone." he spoke out, his voice a tone of slight seriousness, that Raimundo hadn't heard in a long time. He swallowed and gave him a nod in confirmation.
"Well?" Kimiko chimed in with a followed brow.
"I'll get Omi and Clay." Raimundo prompted, but was cut short when Dojo raised a paw.
"Not just them." He huffed looking down a the ground. Kimiko let out an audible "Huh?" in question.
"The monks, the masters, that's what I mean by everyone, everyone." He told them, a deep swell hung in his eyes, like a heavy shame wore them down heavy in sandbags. The room felt heavy in their silent agreement, what was Dojo hiding about this girl? And why was it such a big deal?
Ame began to stir with a gentle hum escaping her lips. She could feel her body being set down, the feeling unbend of her legs and back, to lay flat on a cold, yet silky surface. Eyes not ready to open, rolled back and forth beneath heavy lids. A thin tongue rolled out to trace itself on a dry bottom lip. An exhale, forced out a distress groan, a body that burned so heavy, her breath felt like ice over burning teeth.
"Rest." The voice was drawn and deep, like a tickle of feathers, or the tingle of deep brandy. His breath felt warm on the skin. She would like to turn into it, her body craved warmth, skin prickled as she shivered.
It pulled her, that cold dark depth again. Plunging into an ice lake, weights on her legs, dragging her deeper and deeper. The light became snuffed out, a trifle she protested, but the lids on her eyes too heavy to lift, giving up all too tempting for body filled with aches and pains. The curtains of darkness had pulled the vale over her eyes.
And in that darkness she felt it, igniting dully at first, just the wings of a firefly, holding her bare hands out to it, gesturing it to come close. She could now see, pupils so wide her eyes seemed black, but looking forward it floated, gentle in the sea of darkness, there a morning star. It grew brighter with intensity, as if hearing her silent plea, closer it came. Until the light had engulfed her, snuffing out the darkness, her eyes shut from the brightness, she hid behind her forearms, trying to block what ever she could.
"Its not your time yet kid." His voice burst her heart into a thudding beat, she knew it anywhere. It lifted her like a song and filled her eyes with blurry tears. Her eyes burst forward, as heavenly winds blew her hair wild, she reached for it, the pinnacle of the everlasting sunlight.
"Dashi!" She called out in desperation.
Ame launches forward, arms stretched out as she gasps audibly, hot tears, large and fast streaked down her face. She panted, rough like steel wool as her eyebrows began to arch. Slowly, she dropped her arms, they felt far too heavy to hold up any longer. They fell, with a heavy pat to her sides. She blinked, her eyes blurred from large tears. Once, twice she tried to rub her eyes, her hands burned as she cleared out the water from her vision.
"What?" her voice too small for anyone to hear, she looked down at her wrist. Attached to her bare arms, resting right below her hand. The broken cuff, of the dragon bone chains. With one anklet still attached, the cuff itself was black, as if rusted metal was painted a matte black.
She huffed as the reality set back in. His voice had filled her with such hope that she had launched shamelessly herself at it, but now she was sadly awake. It was fraudulent light in the end. She is still being held captive by that lizard beast.
Her hands shook, not from fear, but they were beyond spent, the own weight of her body was too heavy to bare. But regardless, she slowly felt her neck. It was extremely tender under the cold digits of her hands. Ame winced as the tips of her fingers ran over the dented flesh. It had began healed, she felt no scabs as she examined her fingers tip. The room was dark and her eyes not adjusted, rubbing the tips they felt dry, she isn't bleeding.
Did that man actually tend to her wounds? Or rather was her bodies natural healing abilities taken over? Keeping her in a weakened state, but not enough to overpower him once more. She gritted her teeth as her jaw clenched, arm falling into her lap, the silken sheets thrown over her tempting beyond words.
But she new now better didn't she? She closed her eyes, inhaling through her nose, and dragging it back out between her lips. She could feeling it as she continued this action. The fire within, her element. Fire was a beacon of sunshine, but also a cruel mistress, without control it burns everything it touches.
Again she breathed in, then out, focusing her abilities the best she could manage. It was faint, no more then a cinder, but she had it. Eyes slowly opened blood red, the low light fading away as she gained back her dark light vision. Eyebrows could only arch in confusion at the sight. Truth be told she expected a torture chamber, some sort of cold deprived room, that drains the hope from all who enter it.
But this was a heavily moon lit room made for a princess. The walls around her, sharp and ridged, large alabaster bricks of sandstone, with roman style pillars for divided panels. The ground was marble stone, wispy grays over pearl white. Her bed of virgin pure sheets, silken and glowing as moonlight broke free from the clouds. Eyes faded back to soft muse of iris flowers. The exhale was rough, as the gentle cool breeze pushed through sheer curtains, blowing the shimmering opaque canopy of her royal bed.
Her body ached as she tried to lean forward, she groaned more audibly than she would have liked. She fell forward onto her side, cold legs pulling out from the sheets. She ran them together, soft was the silk beneath her.
It made her annoyed, swallowing she could only imagine why that bastard man was doing this. Playing a villein then acting kind. Manipulation at its purest form. She grit the sheets in her tender fists, as the cool air blew a shiver down her spine.
The sounds of footsteps echoed down a far away hall. The tingle of armor bounced between close pressed corridors. Black paper walls, with dark ebony stone floors, dragged a gravel sound beneath his feet.
Arms folded behind his back, the large hall lit barely with gothic chandeliers above, hidden the high ceilings.
The dark of the distance, like a streetlamp in a black moonless night, comes into view as he nears. Walking out from the black with quiet steps, a jet black panther emerged. His cold golden eyes, break first as a round snout and soft ears merge forward. It huffs with a wiggle of its snout.
"Is that so?" The man purrs.
"Good, if she is awake, ready her. I'd like to invite her to tea."
And with those commands the faithful beast fades away into obscurity.
Ame had made the best of her strength to, in hindsight a poor use. Falling off of the bed, she huffed out as she impacted with the cold marble floor. She tried to regulate her temperature with the magic of her element, but it was far to draining too maintain it. Her black robe barely clung to her now, wishing it had sleeves she shuttered in the cold.
There she crawled towards the open balcony, the wind was gentle as not even a cricket sang. The sheer curtains were light in material as it only took a breath for them to dance. The squeak of flesh on the floor gave a gruff from her as she pulled her self out, from a blatant struggle to a crawl on bruised knees. She groaned out as she reached for the door. It was made of glass, paneled like a large window, golden door handles shaped like a music note. She used it to pull herself up to wobbly legs. She was up, that much she was grateful for, but her knees buckled like a newborn calf.
She swallowed as the breeze of cool air drew her forward, she walked outside with baby steps at first. The air crisp it pinked her small button noes. The beauty drew forgotten strength as she walked out with ease. The half circle balcony had chest high railing, beautifully carved arched like splashed flowers, drew round the edge of the smooth stone landing.
She looked up to the full moon, high in the sky, but larger than she could imagine. So close she could reach up and pluck it from the black lit sky. A satin breath left her lungs as eyes softened.
A breath of night blew her hair behind her, she looked away from the moon, as if she didn't deserve to bask in its beauty. Reality set in as the moonlight defused the world around her.
The world was so far down below if faded to black, she looked around, it was as if a castle was carved into the side of a jagged mountains path from a vampiric hell. Her surroundings were a jagged pass, carved outwards from black sharp rock. Below her only fell, to how far was impossible to tell.
The strength fell from her as she dropped to her knees. Was she truly trapped? Eyes widened as senses came alive, her head whipped to the side behind her, glowing prenatally red, her gasp was haltered.
Within the open frame, a beast had snuck up on her. Entering the room with large silent steps, she only noticed it when it was too late. Now Ame had seen Ooyama, a Japanese breed of lynx. She had never seen a big cat like this.
Jet black fur, eyes golden and taunting, large paws and rounded ears. It was large, much larger than any wolf, its features and size reminded her more of a bear.
She swallowed dryly. Only prey run, her thoughts raced along with her heart rate. If it pounced, she could dodge maybe once. Hopefully it would run itself over the edge. With a clenched jaw and now grimacing ahead she rose herself to her feet, arm behind her holding her up with the last of her strength.
A deep rumbling purr left its chest. A large paw broke free from the marbled room, stepping out into the crisp silver moonlit balcony. A wiggle of a round black ear, and the whip of a long short haired tail.
It fangs where visible, deeply yellow and pointed, the beast panted.
It prawled slowly, each step silent as it closed the short distance between. Till it was before Ame, its wet nose an inch before her collar bone, hot breaths fanned her as a bead of sweat ran itself down her forehead.
Its teeth gripped the sash of her robe, pulling it with it as it turned. Ame took a step with it. She accepted quickly it intended her to follow it. Its jaws let go of the sash, as it kept walking, if Ame stumbled or slowed it would wait.
"Where are you taking me?" She huffed out, her vision dimming. The beast only gruffed as her room door opened.
There it walked out soundlessly, leaving Ame with a decision. Follow the black night cat, or deal what would happen if she refused. She tightpressed her lips as she chewed down pride.
A loss is a loss. Great shame grew with each step she took. Ame clenched her jaw as she could only imagine what that man, Chase Young had in store for her. Was he truly a friend of Dashi? Maybe someone else just shared the same name as him, there is certainly no way that straight arrow man would befriend a soulless monster. Stepping out of the room designed with heaven in mind, into a black eerie hallway.
A blink of eyes bloomed her crimson vision. The jet black cat was waiting, sitting on its bottom down the hall. She rested her weight on the cold paper walls, and shuffled towards it, once within a few feet it rose, elegant it turned away, with a curved spine and continued its strut.
Ame followed it for a long while, breath left her in heavy pants, as her legs wobbled. She passed rooms with locked doors, passed down corridors and halls she had no time to explore. Her sensed flared as she watched another large cat like creature pass a side fork of a hall pass.
She swallowed as she felt the cat pull itself under her arm held against the wall. Its jet black fur was soft, the fur warm under her am. It cuddled like a streetcat begging for scraps. Eyes squinted it bunched in round noes. A gentle gesture, but it almost made her lose balance. There she swallowed as she realized this wasn't the cat guiding her, but just another one!
She shuddered with realization making her stumble to her knees, the beast sprung under her, she fell on it as it supported her body. The other large black cat wandered backwards to it. Brushing its skull on the other big cat, it let out a small rowdy purr.
There the cats led Ame away further. Their warmth helped her to her feet, until she was before large doors.
Two doors held shut, stained dark chocolate, with pronounced panels running down. The sides embroidered in carvings of pattern engravings. Handles of sharply silver Chinese dragons, the cat huffed gently as the doors creaked open on their own. The wood dragged on the ground, pulling with a loud grind till they opened completely, booming against the back walls with an echo.
The room was bright at first, blue in tone. The smell of hot minerals of a nostalgic smell. The cats walked in first, Ame followed hesitantly.
There she looked around with a light breath. They had stepped into a citadel, large arches on smooth tiled ground. The area crafted by a master architect with a love of new-roman style, purred into a broken waterfall from a higher ledge. The area, carved with periwinkle accents and chiseled exotic stones created for a monarch. A splash drew her to the side. One of the large black cats had pounced into the small pool, other cats lounged around it, steam seemed to bounce outwards in gentle bellows.
"An osen?" Ame breathed out in question. Her thoughts interrupted with a soft cuddle of a cat, pulling against her in a gentle nuzzle of its head. A wiggled ear it pushed the small of her back towards the water. The pool was gilded in imposing columns all around the circular waterfall. Each column was linked to the next in perfect curved archways. The water itself was a pure glacier run-off. The mineralized sent pooled around her as the air felt hot and damp on her alabaster skin.
Ame turned to the beast of night with heavy eyes full of question. The beast strides away with one last rough nudge as it plunged into the water, the splash sprinkling her tabi socks as she took a step backwards. Her brows scrunched as her heart felt heavy, what is this man planning? Does that man, Chase actually think she will let her gaurd down to bathe with gigantic cats? Defiant as always she turned to make a break for it.
The thought wasn't given anymore time as her body was plunged against her will into the warm water. The water rushed around her in a pool of bubbles, as she was submerged. Ame's bottom falling with a bounce onto smooth rocks, beautifully warm water encapsulated her soothing her ahces with ease. She pushed up with her legs, breaching the water, she gasped for air.
Toes danced on the tips as she wiped hair and water from her eyes. Her noes burned from mineral water as her skin sang and soothed. A large cat nuzzled her with a wet nudge as it doggy paddled in the water. A smile threaten to creep on her lips as before reality stepped in. She made strides for the ledge, toes catching on steps below the water. Robe soaked made it heavy as she took each step out of the water. But just as the water was to her knees she noticed something.
Her strength was returning? The splash of a playing cat turned her round. She looked at her hands, they once covered in small cuts, red and cracked. Now smoothing and warm. Arms no longer led filled she felt her once tender neck. Now painless and soft.
This water has healing properties? Is that why the cats lead me here, to heal me? One cat in colours she had only seen paintings of joined the mix. Orange and black stripped with a white belly. A tiger, she had never seen on in person, but it was breath taking. It walked down the steps beside her, eyes like autumn leaves it shot her a sharp glace, as its fur darkened with each sinking step it took.
Her arms fell to the warm water as she walked back down in defeat. Ame gave in to the warmth of the pool, bathing away the grit and blood of battle. Her body healed but her powers unfortunately did not return, the dragon bone cuff still hard at work to her displeasure. The cats had kindly provided her with cleanings scrubs, and soaps.
She stood under the waterfall, letting the water crash away on her bare skin. It pinked from the abrasiveness of the fall. Eyes closed she thought to herself as cats played behind her.
Chase Young, his name crawled in her mind once more. She remembered how powerless she felt, as he ground his body against her own. The feeling of his sharp fangs in her throat made her shudder. Hot she now felt as she pressed her hands against the satin skin of her throat. She swallowed when she remembered the look in his demon eyes, as he glared into her own, eyes swelling so deep she felt herself fall. His lips smeared with hot crimson as he kissed her with a burnt passion that made her sick.
Her naked body crept away from the water fall. Steam rising from the dips of her shoulders, skin scented with fragrant soft flowers, now she was as soft as its petals. She departed from the pool. Silky wet hair clung wickedly around her neck and back.
A cat purred to her side. Its its jaws, it held the ribbon of a bow. Held folded like a box was a folded robe. The yellow eyes board into her own as her mouth went dry.
She dressed herself in it. White it was made of smooth silk. Sleeves long but not flowing like a kimono, more like a bathrobe from a spa. It was floor length and light, her skin still damp it clung to ever curve of her body. The sash was made of white lace, woven in flowers and roses, thin she tied it closed.
She noticed the beasts had not given her any underwear, she searched for her own but it seems the cats had forsaken her, taking away her belongings while she bathed. She sighs out feeling rather disgruntled. Taking her hair in her hands, she ringed it out in a tight swill. Water fell in a wet rap, tapping on the ground satisfied, she folded it in front of her in an unwound twirl.
Her body felt new again, it had been a long time since she bathed in such clean waters. During the endgame battle with Dashi, such pleasantries had been forgone. Her eyes fell shut as she remembered the final fight, just for a fraction of a moment she felt herself will to see him again. She had to find Dashi, where ever he could possibly be.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself." His voice cut through her like a knife as she turned slowly to meet him. Away in another archway, leading off to who knows where, the man she had quickly grown to hate stood tall. Chase young. Wearing a similar robe, but midnight black, held barely together over a sculpted chest, in his hand a steaming bowl the other folded behind his back. Ame scowled at him, she was sure he had been getting his fill, watching her bathe without her knowing. Her stomach spun on itself as her chest filled with anxiety.
"Now there's no need to make such a face." He spoke in that dark tempting tone he wields, as he walked towards her, a head high he looked over her. The robe clung to her still damp skin, wet hair and wispy lashes hovered over with a shadow. Ame blinked and in a split moment her eyes where now red.
"What do you want?" Ame gritted out with a deference step back, Chase took quick notice of how she changed the atmosphere, it was intriguing how unlike her abilities where to the other monks. The monk Kimiko, wielded hers like a sword, shooting blasts, and summoning her powers from within. That being aided by wudai weapon, limited to only a handful of moves. But Ame, she changed the atmosphere, the temperature of her own body. He watched the fire within her so substantial, it burned her eyes red, smoke and fire would fun from her lips.
Is that why Dashi, is this why you chose her?
I watched him with unbound anger and horror, everything in this blasted space entered my mind when it would already be too late! To think a curse could leave me so horribly weak! But these godforsaken chains where my biggest crutch, they would be hard to remove but not impossible. I grit my teeth as I cursed silently, I've never felt so helpless, not since Dashi held me in the Sphere of Yun. A wu he created, made and designed to trap someone in an impervious sphere.
He sultered over to me, black socks soundless on the tiled floor below his stature. The way he swayed, more of his sculpted body showed through the loosely held robe, if it wasn't for the blood red sash holding him together, he would be fully exposed.
"I already told you, what I want." His words coiling rage in me, thoughts snapped of him defiling me as I bit down so hard into my lip it broke instantly.
Eyebrows furroed with boiling hot rage, a shot leg into a squat I brought rapid momentum into my arms. Taking what little power I had left I shot a fireball right at him. Tragically, as my arm raised and magma burned in me, he dissipated instantly from my sight.
Chase had whipped behind Ame in lighting fast speed, pulling her outstretched arm holding behind her back in a pin. He dug that face into the crook of my neck, I attempted to pull away but her only twisted my arm more.
"Now, now." His words vibrated in his chest. Her eyes widened, displeasure filled her as she tried to pull away from him with a rough lurch. He whipped her round with a yank and grabbed her face in his hands. Again they met eyes. Ame tried to burn holes into his with her own. His lashes seemed long over his hot honey cat eyes. A square handsome face pulled her attention as she dug her nails into the skin of his arm. He didn't even wince, or pull away. A dark smile crept on those sinful lips as she burned him.
He liked it that she fought him, he didn't really know why. Maybe it was because most people were too fearful to thwart his will. But games have their own time, and now it was his time. He bore into her red eyes, beautiful they where, he almost preferred them over her purple ones. He looked down to her bleeding lip, dragging his thumb over the blood she winced. He scowled as he felt the red crimson on his hand.
Chase let out a sigh, a rumble from deep in his chest as he took a sip of what he was drinking. Ame looked away from him, fingers no longer burning him, she just simply wished to be let go of.
"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." His voice dropped, she looked up to see if he had transformed like he did in combat. Chase towered over her, her knee gave a buckle, as if his hand holding her face was the only thing keeping her standing.
"Walk with me." He smiled as Chase gave her face a gentle jiggle.
Ame cut a loss as she tugged her arm out. With silent compliance Ame followed Chase young to where she did not know. She was no fool, she had dealt with men like Chase before, usually she was stronger. But she knew in her heart of hearts. He could quickly kill her in the state that she is in. And its not that she has a strong desire to live, its just that she still has something she must do before it all ends.
They walked within dark halls together, again passing spaces she did not know. Ame turned to look up at his back, he towered over her now, she cheated height before with her sandals but without them, she was rather on the short side than him. His black long hair, sharply floated behind him as he took strong strides. Her heart felt tight in her chest, dealing with warrior men is always the most burdensome. Their pride is so thick its like a spiders web, would she be a moth trapped in it?
He stopped suddenly, if she was just a foot closer to him she would have crashed into his strong back. A push of his palm he opened a dark door into a dimly lit room.
"Enter." He turned to her, his demands nearly impossible to refuse.
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Chase has left Ame with low power? But why heal her? where is it he is leading her to?