Strayed Ends By: Desert Mirage
Always silently abiding by the rules of someone else’s game. Through the thickness of an air so dense I cannot find the strength to breath. I die. Kay stepped forward through the darkness, her hands at the ready to pull her deadly weapons. For any moment an attacker may pursue. Her thoughts were not rewarded as she crept through the darkness. Alleyway upon alleyway she moved as silent as a ghost. Eyes that of carved fire opals gleamed like incandescent jewels in the darkness. She froze. Steady and unmoving she took in a quick, sharp breath. How had this happened! How had he gotten so damn close? Her head swam with thoughts of fury and mostly anger. She turned to meet her attacker, her pursuer, and her target. She was met with a metal pipe across the side of her head. It smashed with such force and violence that she crumpled without even lifting a finger. Her body felt as heavy as the metal pipe that clattered to the cobblestones. The blood that seeped from her body smelt as though it were one with the cool lead. He stood over her in the light of a nearby oil lamp; he was too frightened to speak. His trembling hands ran through his hair and gripped it tight. He let out a scared and maniacal laugh. He had killed the great Kay, the god of a thousand stories! By his hands he was greater than she! He had turned from her, lost in his own self-glory. He did not see her stand, or hear her step forward drawing her swords. This was her town. These were her shadows. All he felt was the sting of those swords careening into him with smooth precision. And even that didn’t last long. “Forgot to watch you back,” she hissed in his ear. Pulling her swords out in a swift movement she didn’t even stick around long enough to watch him fall. She could hear the sickening thud of flesh against cobblestone. It was a sound she would hate and never dream about for days to come. Right now though, all she could do was take in quick sharp breaths and with one hand cradle the side of her face. Behind her she could hear the shouts, the screams. They knew the stupid colt was dead.
Damn, was her last coherent and sane thought for a very long time. “Its kill or be killed in this world,” hissed a man that stalked from the shadows. He only had one sword on his hip but he was strong enough to use it and use it well. He advanced and with practiced tact drew the metal weapon. It slid out of the sheath with a harmonious ring. The sword was wider than Kay’s, but the man was not as in tune with his weaponry. Kay’s head snapped up, she had been unaware it had drooped a bit. Her head throbbed like a drum, and sounds around her seemed amplified ten fold. Her fire eyes barely had time to focus on the man in front of her before he lunged. She blocked just in time. Pulling her swords up in a cross motion, the man’s large blade pressed down just inches from her skull. She glared upward into his dark murderous eyes. “Wrong Audun,” Kay growled into his face. “It’s live or die trying!” Dropping low to the ground Kay let him stumble forward before swinging her body around out of his reach. She stood up to get her balance and took in slow deep breaths. A cold sweat had broken out and remnants of her being ill were starting to show...
This is the middle of the sequal to Stray. It is truthfully called Strayed Ends for it seems our infamous Kay is in for a hell of a time. This is just the first page and I will be updating soon. A page a week.
Desert--Mirage · Thu Aug 23, 2007 @ 04:53am · 0 Comments |