ugggh so i had half the chapter written and my stuff spazzed so rewrite i guess... pauk...
disclaimer : i dont own shit
The woman who now sat across from her dropped the pamplet on the table and looked at her. Amber was annoyed and this little wedge in her life would simply not do. She had plans damnit! the yautja of question now stood leaning against her kitchen door way staring her down. her nostrils flared as she glared back at him. bastard. thinking he can just bulldoze into her life like its his business . Not only that but, the bastard had taken EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HER WEAPONS. GUNS, BLADES, ARMOR ... All of it gone and damn it , it urked her entirely. It did not sit wel with her nor did she enjoy the feeling of being helpless, though she was entire capable of hand to hand. she huffed and looked over at the woman. " is he just gonna stare all day? cause in that case he can take a picture." a trill from her doorway made her eye twitch as she shot him another glare. laugh allyou want bub , your not getting me. his intent eyes watched her and she suddenly felt as if she had grown a second head , supressing the urge to check her shoulder she stared at him with defiant eyes.
She stood suddenly and moved past him, his clawed hand gently brushing her as she passed. she froze and her eyes turned to him. his eyes stared down at her. Amber was not sure how to take that. No one had ever confused her so much and infuriated her at the same time. shaking her head she went back to her room and sat on her bed. placing her head in her palms she huffed silently. moments later she heard them both leave. looking up she stared at the picture of her husband. he had left her nearly a year before, he had hurt her horribly. moving to the piano room she stared at her piano which she had not played for months. moving to it she sat down at it and began to play.
"This is a story that I have never told
I gotta get this off my chest to let it go
I need to take back the light inside you stole
You're a criminal
And you steal like you're a pro
All the pain and the truth
I wear like a battle wound
So ashamed, so confused
I was broken and bruised
Now I'm a warrior
Now I've got thicker skin
I'm a warrior
I'm stronger than I've ever been
And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in
I'm a warrior
And you can never hurt me again
Out of the ashes, I'm burning like a fire
You can save your apologies, you're nothing but a liar
I've got shame, I've got scars
That I will never show
I'm a survivor
In more ways than you know
Cause all the pain and the truth
I wear like a battle wound
So ashamed, so confused
I'm not broken or bruised
'Cause now I'm a warrior
Now I've got thicker skin
I'm a warrior
I'm stronger than I've ever been
And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in
I'm a warrior
And you can never hurt me
There's a part of me I can't get back
A little girl grew up too fast
All it took was once, I'll never be the same
Now I'm taking back my life today
Nothing left that you can say
Cause you are never gonna take the blame anyway
Now I'm a warrior
I've got thicker skin
I'm a warrior
I'm stronger than I've ever been
And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in
I'm a warrior
And you can never hurt me again
No oh, yeah, yeah
You can never hurt me again"
the piano ceased and she stared at nothing her eyes full of sorrow but, she felt stronger than ever. Maybe this yautja was her second chance... maybe not... she probably wouldnt be able to figure out. all she knew is he was pretty up there in rank .
R'ka watched the female from outside . she had been hurt, he realized this with a dark growl, it infuritated him entirely. the oomanmale didnt deserve life in his eyes but, he would abide by the humans rules. he continued to watch the female as she moved outside and began to play something on her radio ( Jonas brothers - what do i mean to you [ dont judge me its a goode beat]) she began to train he realized. her movements quick and precise. flips, kicks, punches. this female was a deadly opponent indeed, his pride swelled as he watched her concentration . her fighting was much like a dance of the will. How could the ooman male even give her up? what had been crossing the fools mind? he shook his head and continued to watch. He had watched her train like this and with her weapons many times before. assessing her for compatibility. He had also watched her stand up for the weak and beat the c'jit out of her opponent. a justice holder, much like himself, an arbitrator for own race. her purred to himself. perfect and just what he wanted. he hoped she would fight back when he mated her.