Blades crossed and clashed.
Her breathing quickened as she drew back, with a quick spin. She could feel the beads of sweat on her forehead, and even on the back of her neck. Her blonde hair, which was pulled back into a tight mid-sectioned pony tail, swung wildly.
Her bangs, which were angled to the right, went from being neatly swept across her forehead to now stick slightly due to the sweat. It didn't bother her, the sweat.
She'd dealt with blood and sweat since the day she was born. It took a lot to gross, or even creep her out.
He smiled at her. "You're losing your focus and your control again. I can see those sapphire eyes flickering behind those pretty amber brown ones…." He stated, his smirk somewhat malicious.
He would never admit it, but she was changing from the first time that they picked her up. She was basically a raging beast, and it took ten men on horses with at least 500 pounds worth of chain to contain her.
For about five months after that, they had kept her in an iron gated cage. She was too vicious to approach, but Zero had worked up the courage.
He loved the danger.
After he was set free from the suit by a fellow, undiscovered long coat, he had been told that a new sorcerer was rising to power. The sorcerer wanted to remain unknown at the time, until he had time to build up even more power.
The fellow longcoat, Steven, brought Zero to where the sorcerer was waiting. It was at an underground base. When the sorcerer had proposed the plan of capturing the warrior, Zero was stunned.
"Oh yes, she is real alright…" the sorcerer had stated.
Zero didn't question why they needed the warrior, he figured he would know at the right moment.
The sorcerer did mention that she would prevent the whole 'good overcoming evil' scheme when it came time to take over the O.Z. By good, Zero assumed that he meant the royal family that dwelled in the heart of the O.Z.
By the royal family he meant: The King, Ahamao. His precious queen, Lavender Eyes. Their two lovely daughters: The previously possessed, Azkadellia. Then there was the gentle-natured DG.
The family had also been joined by Wyatt Cain, his son Jeb Cain, and an alchemist named Glitch.
Wyatt Cain was the one who had put Zero in the suit, after Zero had done so himself to Cain and left him there for eight years.
There was nothing more that Zero wanted to see, then Cain suffering and dying a slow painful death.
She crossed her blades infront of her, glaring at him through the "V" they formed.
"Does that not surprise you?" she questioned.
"Well, you have been improving. But you need to keep a hold on that control and focus. You have quite a reputation for killing someone right on the spot if someone gets on your last nerve…" Zero replied, his eyes not leaving hers.
She uncrossed her blades, and began to circle him.
"If that were still true, I highly doubt that you would still be walking…." She snapped.
Zero smirked, she was still alittle frisky but that was okay. He began to move in a circle as well.
"You see what I mean? His greatness picked you for a reason, you know. You have to make it believable. I had to do a lot of convincing to make him believe that you are ready. If you kill them in broad daylight, this plan will fall apart…" Zero said, coolly.
She took a few quick steps towards him, swinging her blade at his head. Zero blocked the shot, and trapped her one hand.
"At least you're learning to control you're strength…" Zero stated.
She elbowed him in the face, before spinning out again.
"I never fully consented to this plan," she snapped.
"Why not? You'll be having your fun with all of the deception…and you'll get multiple kills in the end. So, why not? Besides, I think you owe it to us after what we've done for you. You were a true wreck when we found you…Sapphire," Zero said, maliciously.
She straightened her back and stared coldly at him.
"You don't need to remind me of what a wreck I used to be…" she stated.
Zero smirked in return.
"I think we are done here…I'm pretty sure that I'm ready now," she said, placing her sai's in their sheaths on either side of her hips.
Zero approached her, stopping a few inches away.
"Yeah? How do you know you are ready?" he asked.
"I train, I play with weapons…I sweat. I can feel the urge to kill boiling inside my chest. It's a feeling that I've only known to lash out. But I'm not. Prior to this…training…all I would know about myself was my instinct to kill. All I could feel was the hate and rage. Now I'm learning to understand patience. Besides, you still standing here infront of me alive kind of proves it…" Sapphire answered, with a satisfied smile on her face.
Zero nodded, impressed. "I think its time that we go talk to him…" he said, putting his hand on her back.
Sapphire walked forward, following Zero down the long, dark hallway. She walked past the cells that held a few prisoners that were used for playful torture.
A few of them charged the fate, and stuck their arms out in an attempt to grab her and hit her. They drew back at Zero's immediate threat to get a shoe in their mouths for breakfast instead of the stale bread and dirty water they had been giving them.
Prisoners were no fun to beat if they were only skin and bones.
Walking through the halls gave Sapphire a sense of power. When she was alone, running around and killing she craved on the fear. She loved seeing the fear in their eyes. The shivers that went up their spine…their pleas for mercy.
Now she loved the feeling of having a purpose. She couldn't wait to perform her task.
Zero pushed open the thick, steel doors. He motioned for her to walk inside, and she stepped in and felt a cold breeze on her face. The instant she walked in the room, she felt as though she had walked into a pure evil dimension.
She saw the sorcerer sitting behind his desk, his face hidden in the shadows.
"So, this is the…new…Sapphire," he stated, somewhat mockingly.
"She's ready…" Zero spoke up, with a low bow at the sorcerer.
Sapphire watched as the figure rose up, his face coming out of the shadows. His gray eyes trailed her figure, slowly.
"Well, at least she looks like she is in good shape…" he commented.
Sapphire folded her arms across her chest. Never before did she ever regret the form-fitted black tank top and the matching pants. But boy, he really pushed her buttons about it. At least Zero had the courtesy not to comment on it, even if he did think about it.
The sorcerer smiled at her, before nodding to his left. Sapphire watched as three men came out, all carrying various weapons.
What a fool, testing me with just three men
It was then Sapphire realized that it was not a test on impressing him with her kills, but rather a test showing that she could knock them out without losing control.
Zero back away, watching cautiously.
Sapphire felt her muscles tighten, and she cracked her neck. She smiled at them, before taking strides towards them.
The sorcerer was impressed with her swiftness and speed. She had dodged almost every blow, and showed impressive skills in combat. She threw them to the ground, and they winced in pain. He smiled at this. Pain.
He watched as she stood up straight, her eyes not leaving the fallen men.
"Let me see your eyes…" he said, approaching her.
She turned to look at him, her amber eyes looking coldly into his gray eyes.
He smirked, impressed.
He began to circle her, as she looked down at the floor.
"They say you fight like twelve soldiers, run faster than a herd of tigers, speak every known language…and better so…" he paused to stop directly infront of her.
"You're immortal…a creature so beautiful…that is destined to run on the earth until its end. What a beauty…" he said, running a few fingers over the side of her face.
The touch bothered her, but she dared not to snap.
"How old are you?" he questioned. Sapphire stared up at him.
"1, 792…" she stated.
"And yet you don't look a day over thirty seven…" the sorcerer commented.
"I stopped aging in appearance at thirty five. It is part of the way to disguise who we really are…" she replied.
"Mmm. Even better…now…you know what you must do?" he asked.
She sighed.
"Befriend them, earn their trust…lead them to the trap you will have set up…and assist in the kill," Sapphire recited.
"You have a week from when we seize the Queen and King…Ahamo and Lavender Eyes…" he stated.
He turned to look at Zero. "Which is tomorrow morning, I believe?" he questioned.
Zero nodded. "Yes, sir…" he said.
The sorcerer turned to Sapphire.
"Rest up, my sweet…tomorrow you will see the group you will meet and lead to death…" he said, with a malicious smile.
Death, a word she knew all to well.
"I shall see you at sunrise," she commented, before walking past Zero and out of the room.
She headed down the hallway, taking comfort in the eerie darkness and shrieking prisoners.
The sorcerer watched her, before turning to Zero.
"I'm impressed," he stated.
Zero bowed, gratefully. "Thank you, sir…"
The sorcerer walked back to his desk, before sitting in the chair. He rested back, and his face disappeared in the shadows once more.
"Sapphire…" he said, before laughing.
"Oh, that precious Sapphire…."