Twice Chosen
Rogue-angel82
Flashback
The offensive cry rang around their heads, off the tall walls into the high rafted ceiling. Twenty girls all in the late teens. Posed with their fist extended, in a pouch before shifting in perfect unison in to a block. With a fluid more, they shifted the other leg, sending out a high sidekick. Before moving into another block, punch, kick, punch.
"Yaahhh!"
Kimberly pulled back her left punch to replace it with her right just. before shifting with everyone else into send out what would have been a brutal kick. Her caramel hair tied up into a pony as tendrils escaped, sticking to her face and the back of her neck with sweat. The others were no better, red faced and puffing most. They had been at it all day, watchers Watchers prowling to edge calling out instructions for the next series of moves.
Elder slayers walked through the lines, pointing out faults and giving helping hints. Kimberly remembered waiting on numerous occasions for the guys back home doing the same thing. Particularly Jason and his karate class. With a deep breath exhale of air she dropped, sending out a sweeping kick, before jumping back to her feet.
Later they ran the course, it was much like an army boot camp training course but with no mud and no one shooting at you. Plus there was the fact that it was inside. So the class ran together, jumping and running along walls with a speed and agility that would have made the most skilled athletes jaws drop. Kimberly landed at the finishing position,position; in a crouch glancing up at the way why she'd just dropped.
They trained like this most days, the elder slayers, and watchers believing it was the best way for them to learn. And learning they were.
End Flashback.
Reefside
Haley's Cyberspace café
Jordan glanced around the interior of the café, and found that it looked exactly like she had been picturing. Exempt the feel, unlike most cyber café's where everything is shiny and modern, sterile and bland. Haley's felt more, for lack of a better word…homely. It was during her peruse of the surrounding Jordan spotted the others. With a quick wave of hello, she moved over the greet them.
"Hey," She said dropping into an empty seat, as the others returned her greeting. "Nice place." She commented looking around.
"You like it?" Ethan questioned. Jordan nodded.
"You want a drink?" Connor asked.
"Yeah sure," Jordan replied looking around, "Umm where?"
"Here's your man," Connor replied slapping Trent on the back, "Just ask him."
"You work here?"
"Yeah occasionally," Trent replied, "Can I get you something?"
"Yeah sure…Ah why don't you surprise me?."
They sat there talking for a while about nothing, when a new face appeared by the table. A woman in her late twenties to early thirties, she had gorgeous long auburn hair, that fall around her dark classy top that flattered her fuller figure.
"Hey guys," She greeted the table.
"Oh, Jordan this is Haley.' Kira said pointing with her drink, from one to the other. "Haley this is Jordan."
"Pleasure," Jordan nodded reaching up to shake the older woman hand. "This is your place?"
"Yeah," Haley nodded as she surveyed her place, "It's mine."
They chatted quietly for a while, before Connor held up his hand for silence. "Ah guys what's that noise?"
"It sounds like… screaming," Ethan stated his head tilted slightly to hear. Glancing around, they noticed the other café patrons running for the door. Glancing quickly at each other they jumped to their feet and pushed there way towards the door.
The afternoon sunshine was still burning bright as they rushed out of the café. Squinting they looked around for the cause, that had sent people panicking.
"What…" Jordan started, when Connor cursed slightly under his breath.
"'Drones."
Frowning at him Jordan looked where he was looking her eyes widening. "WOW Ugly!"
"Haley," Connor said, looking from the elder woman to Jordan as order clear in his voice. Jordan looked at him puzzled by the new tone, when Haley seized her arm pulling her away from the approaching creatures. "What? Wait! What about the others."
The others as Jordan had called them, glanced at each other before, creeping out of the open and back into the café.
"Alright let's do this," Connor said as they squared off, hands to their morphers, and together shouted.
"Dino Thunder Power UP. Ha."
#SC#
After a few moments of being dragging Jordan, Haley was surprised as the young girl suddenly dug down her heels and yanked her arm away. Stunned by her strength Haley, could only watch and shout after her as Jordan disappeared into the crowd and run back the way they came.
"Jordan!" She cried, "Jordan, come back!"
Flashback
It seemed like everything was screaming, as if the very world was screaming. Everything seemed to blur into one big mess of colours as images streamed past. Cries of anger,anger, fear, and pain split the air, followed by the metallic slash of blades. Girls, dozens if not hundreds of girls, fought with weapons, sticks and stones, hands and feet, as demons surged forward. The walls between worlds had fallen, and the demons were coming though.
The demons had done there work well, breaking down the weak barriers that surrounded most of the ghost roads, where the recently departed traveled to there final resting place. From there the demons split into their realm. It was a struggle to cut down the number and shut the doors…in time.
Kimberly fought hard, her sword moved as if it were an extension of her will, her soul, cutting down demons that ran at her. Her hair whipping freely around her, sticking to the fresh blood that ran the side of her face, some hers, some demon.
She slashed and sliced, with a ferocity that once would have scared her, but this was different, this was an apocalypse.
End Flashback
She didn't know how she had found herself in an alley, the pushing crowd had directed her there. Now as she slowly walked down it, past the large dumpster, and pile of garbage she realized there was no exit. About to try and head back the other way, when she heard a sound…high heels.
Turning slowly she stopped when she saw to new figure walking towards her. Dressed head to toe in black leather, with dark gothic make up to finish it off, she looked like many a vampire that Jordan had come across.
Planting her feet, Jordan sent of the first verbal blow. "Circus in town?" she snarked.
"Cute…for a brat," The leather clad woman replied.
"Hey no need for the name calling BowBow" Jordan snapped, "I was just asking a question."
"You're going to help me deliver a message to you friends. Oh allow me to introduce myself," the woman stated stepping closer and closer, "I am Elsa."
TBC