Never Close Your Eyes

ZBD ✨ : C.8

|| Chapter Eight ||

"Try to knock her out." 10K advised the plan that I wasn't properly prepared for considering I had blades out and a mentality that was opposite of peaceful argument.

His plan was going to take an army, plus the help from a whole country; the task was worse than a cult of witches against a village.

Cassandra had the right idea, assuming that 10K was going to be the first one to go after her head when her body faced only him. He went for her upper body, but failed to keep his arms in front of his face.

With her body being squatted down, she did an uppercut under his chin before kicking him in the side. He hit the ground harder than what it should've been due to her inhumane strength.

Like a discarded toy, he moved out of her way for our one-on-one.

"You're not going down easy, are you?" I sighed, placing the knife back into my holster.

I can't draw blood from her flesh; out of respect for 10K's wishes. I could taste blood at every word of my sentence, though, which reminded me about her limits--there were none.

Metallic wasn't my favorite taste on my buds, but I have no choice but to claim the bodily fluid and deal with it on top of all this. Our minds linked as we went for each other's throats at the same time.

Adrenaline courses through my veins as I faced a hand-to-hand combat battle--with someone I once adored. I spun around to elbow her face, but she grabbed my shoulders to turn me back around to face her.

She was about to buttheads with my already broken nose, but I moved my body to the side and kicked her at the side of her waist with the bone beneath my kneecap.

She staggered from the abuse, but shot her head back up, her hair flying wildly in the air. The sight matched her new, becoming personality: wild, boundless and rebellious.

I went back for her this time, grabbing the back of her head with both of my hands. For some reason, she made me feel like I was getting the upper hand on her.

With my knee lifted, I brought her head down onto my hard bone, no mercy at the roughness of this wrestling. Knocking her out was the mission.

Right as she made nose-on-knee contact, she wrapped her arms around my leg and kicked my sturdy leg from under my body. I fell to my back in a huff, not expecting her to move so quickly after getting her nose broken.

Harsh breaths were released from the hard drop, pain springing into the back of my head. Taking my fall as a moment of weakness, she tried to climb on top of my fallen body.

Like hell, I was letting her back on top of this situation. I learned my lesson with that. I reacted quickly by pressing my knees to my chest.

The bottom of my boots collided against her chest, forcing a breath of air she didn't need as much as I did. My strength was tested in this moment as I sprung her away from me.

She went down for the count, bumping her head into the tree that had conveniently grown in the spot I needed for this day and time.

Our opportunity was shown, 10K getting back on top of her slowly recovering body. For a second, I had a glimmer of hope for us.

My moments were taken up on trying to get back on my feet while she raged like a wild bull that was coming back to it's senses.

"This plan sucks!" I shouted, catching my breath while she flipped them over.

Not this shit again. Truly, I didn't think she'd hurt him. Out of every single person in this group, my assumption would be him at the bottom of her hit list.