Chapter 2
Searing pain... Ripping and tearing of sensitive, warm flesh... The sensation of a warm liquid dripping... The cold hand of death gripping her heart...
Then nothing. It all stopped. Lythia's ears were drumming from the amount of adrenaline coursing through her veins.
She thought a gunshot had run out, but she couldn't be sure. She heard only a faint ringing as if something had just exploded near her. Something probably did, she just didn't notice.
Something was off. Her attacker had ceased to move. Her vision was cloudy from tears and mascara flooding her eyes. A figure was leaning over her. His lips were moving. He? Definitely a large man...
Lythia blinked many times, clearing her eyes somewhat, and she looked at the man. Blond buzz cut, angry sneer, military uniform... Most likely American. He fit the definition of the average patriot.
The young woman made out the sound of someone, probably the person looming over her, yelling for someone before she sank into a black pit.
The burly man heard that girl he'd rescued. She was groaning, whining, and being all-out annoying.
Something cold was on her forehead. "Say something or I will not hesitate to blow your damn brains out," the man bellowed.
The bewildered Scot jumped.
"NOW!"
"O-okay!..." The girl whimpered, terrified.
The larger man lowered his weapon. "Jesus, lady, one more second and you'd be dead. The name's Tank, Earth's finest soldier. Don't wear it out." The grin on his face showed his ego even more.
Her eyes narrowed. "Well thank you, my almighty savior."
"Ya might not wanna mouth off to the guy who not only has a gun, but saved your sorry ass."
"Whatever. My name is Lythia, by the way."
"No last name?"
"That's none of your concern."
"Well whatever, doll face," Tank sighed, folding his arms behind his head and leaning back.
What a smartass, she thought to herself. Lythia began to stand, but was knocked back on the floor by a wave of vertigo.
"Oh yeah, Doc said you prolly shouldn't stand."
"That would have been helpful to know BEFORE I stood up!" She moaned, holding her spinning head.
"Eh." Tank shrugged.
"...and 'Doc'? He fixed me, I'm guessing?" She was curious as to who this man was.
Tank nodded, said nothing more, to her dismay, and just got up and left. Lythia brooded, offended at the obnoxiousness that man was made of.
After a while, Lythia decided she was somewhat safe. She laid her head down on the hard flooring, which smelled, and tried to sleep. It took much time, but she sunk into a deep slumber.
The next thing Lythia knew, she had awoken from a dreamless sleep to see a tall, skinny figure standing over her. He spoke with a thick accent, with undertones of pure hatred and disgust.
"Frau, vake up. Ve have vork to do... And I have some zhings to ask you."
A/N: A short chapter, I know, but I've lots to do. Review, and I will give you invisible cookies :D!