Revelation (Hunter's Nightmare)
It's her. The woman whose love killed my sister.
"A corpse should be left well alone."
Not yours, you deserve the desecration.
"Oh I know how the secrets beckon so sweetly,"
Indeed they do, why did you kill my sister if you loved her so much?
"Only an honest death will cure you now."
I would like to see you try.
"Liberate you from your wild curiosity."
My friend pulls me away just in time, as Maria's blade passes through the space I was previously standing in. She shoves me away, and I can muster a weak glare. Her eyes disappear into that smile that reminds so much like my sister.
"You'll only get in the way."
She brings her blade up just in time, blocking an incoming bullet with ease. She shoves me towards the corner of the room, turning away to deal with Maria. They dodge and weave around each other, partners in a lethal dance of blades and blood, neither holding an advantage against each other. Blood splatters filling the room with its iron scent, neither huntress giving up. They meet in the middle, blades clashing, sparks flying, breaths heavy. Seconds tick as they glare at each other, one full of passion, the other empty like the ocean. They separate, disappearing like quicksilver, reappearing on opposites at the end of the room. Time pauses as she catches her breath, the leather scarf going up and down as she takes steadying breathes, readying for the next assault. They strike, one going high, the other low, and this time a mistake is made. She is too slow on the dodge, her blade catching the stitching on her scarf. As it falls time slows down to a stop, everyone stock-still. No, it can't be. But those eyes, that face, it's her. Before our very eyes, is the one woman we all watched die. My sister standing in front of Lady Maria, sword pointed at her throat, with that infamous smirk she always wore.
"Surprised?"
