Myst
Song: I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin
I scanned my surroundings, taking in the flashes of shadow and bodies. In a split second, I launched backwards into a backflip, smacking down the head of one of the Shadows. The play button re-started on my life. I defeated another mutant, landing a blow across the the jaw of one. He grimaced and kept on fighting. To my right, a mutant dissolved. They only did that when they were dead for good. Who had killed it? Not me...
I dismissed the thoughts from my head. I slung my fist into contact with yet another. The numbers of the felled multiplied; ten, twenty...
I heaved for breath. They were finally gone. My shirt was in shreds. I ripped it from my chest. My jeans weren't much better; only a section of the fabric was unfrayed and shredded. I looked up, and the moonlight illuminated the figure of a girl. A bird girl. I narrowed my eyes, searching for recognition. None popped into my thoughts. The girl was tall, she was breathing heavily. A deep purple tank top hugged her in all the right places. Her jeans flared over a pair of ratty hi-tops. Her brown hair was unruly and a mess. A hot one, no doubt. Her tawny russet wings were folded behind her. As I was watching the girl in silence; one of the Shadow rose again. Its claws groped for something to shred. It moved mutely and quickly, prepared to end the girl's life. Before I could warn her, she spun around and whipped a small throwing knife in an arc of metallic glint. The warrior dissapated. With my advanced vision, I could see the satisfied smirk that the girl's lips of a deep rose wore. Amazingly, the girl looked unharmed from the battle. Around her neck was encircled a dogtag.
"I'm Dylan. And you?" I asked tensely. The girl wiped her newly slick knife on the shreds of the bottom of her shirt. The fabric was in loose strips, revealing a smooth, slender waist and stomach. I forced myself not to concentrate on it as she spoke. Her voice was soothing and calm.
"Myst. I could see you needed some help."
Myst shifted her weight. I blinked.
"I didn't." I insisted.
"Riiight..."
As Myst stopped talking, she sang to herself. Her voice, even quieted, was melodius and beautiful, like chimes of bells. I grimaced at the sky. It was murky with the un-formed shapes of Shadows. Myst glanced up, too, but didn't say anything. Up close, she looked thirteen, but her height made her look older. She huffed into the air leapt into the current. Her wings shot out on either side. They were sleek in aerodynamic, slicing through the air and turning with more agility that I could ever accomplish. I smiled and followed her into the sky.
Warrior, beautiful, and complete rebel.
Go ahead; take my breath away...
Like Myst in the wind.