SHELIA? BAH! NOT NEEDED!
"Gah! This can't be!" China gasped. "You can't do this to me!" Hissing these words, she slithered a few steps back.
Skulduggery aimed his revolver at her head. She was just an object to him, just another item to crush. Valkyrie snapped her fingers and fed the spark in her hand her valuable energy and anger, forcing it into a flame to represent her flaming hatred. Yeah. It's just that deep.
"China."
"Skulduggery."
"China."
"Valkyrie." They greeted each other, China regaining her composure.
Skulduggery took off his white, perfect glove with his free hand and threw it at her feet, then his eyes met hers yet again. Round two.
Smirking, she picked up the glove. The smirk grew into an evil, devious smile as the glove in her hand caught a beautiful red flame. China dropped it, letting it float to the ground. As the fire flickered, licking the at the air, it stopped. It was just a red, thorny rose with a stalk, as black as the velvet night sky, lying on the charcoaled ground. Then they were cast back into vicious darkness.
Fire was flung, this way and that. The pitter patter of shoes smacking the ground as people dodged and dived out of the way. Orange, yellow and red filled the room as the fire flew gracefully. It darted from each wall, seeming to bounce as the opponent returned the attack. China threw her orb with the knife and it seemingly lodged it's self into something, something strong.
Bang, bang, bang!
Skulduggery's gun was heard.
Silence.
A bony, gloved hand clicked, illuminating the area. It gripped the orb, stuck to what seemed to be a wall but no. The slightest of sobs could be heard out of the guilty silence. Gripping the knife inside the orb, mumbles and silent raindrops pound upon the world. Whispers cried out. Tears splashed off the floor. The Doctor stood, ready to flee, not knowing who had been hit. It is was Val, he was going to have to make a swift exit. "I'm sorry." He mumbled. "Rest in Peace my friend."
"Thank you." A sob, full of pain. Then a cry of agony as the hand yanked the knife out.
Silence.
The smell of ozone on her lips
Bottled 'buddies' light in hand
The flashing lightning in her eyes
Silence starts to take the land.
Before I hear the thunder roll
the softest drizzle always falls
acidic rain corrodes the night,
trapped inside the taverns walls.
The thunder booms in rapid blasts.
The ozone smell becomes a stench
Hateful drops that leave you drenched.
No one can reason when she storms
Until her every thirst is quenched
the lightning flashes as the thunder
spreads its hate through puckered lips.
Hours later seeking shelter
the storm has come and it has passed
And now there's silence, lonely silence…
… How long will this silence last?