"He wants to see us?" Lyrical questioned, eyebrow raised. Kalypso nodded. Exchanging a glance with Kirtash, she followed Kalypso into the ship, dodging the occasional robot body.
They hurried to the sleeping quarters and walked into what Lyrical realized must have been Zaylee's room. The black and yellow decor, makeup, and hair accessories were a dead giveaway, not that Lyrical had seen Zaylee ever wear any of them.
What must have been the person from the commlink lay in the middle of the large bed that dominated the room. Now that she wasn't fighting life-threatening robots, she was able to pick out certain features that she hadn't noticed in the initial look over. She recognized him almost immediately as one of the people who had taken down several robots.
He, or what she assumed was a he, had deep blue hair that seemed to glow slightly covering all of him, save for his face and palms, where it thinned. It was thin enough to see the skin underneath without much problem, which was a slightly lighter shade of blue, but dark enough to change his appearance slightly. Large ears that were the size of her face spanned on either side of his head, drooping as his chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. He had some sort of mark in the middle of his forehead, something that looked a lot like the upside-down mark on Kirtashs mask, only black. Long silky black hair lay splayed around his head, silken strands wet where they met his sweat-covered forehead.
"What happened?" Lyrical asked, her voice nearly a whisper.
"He was stabbed," Zaylee said solemnly. "We found him like this. It doesn't look like he's going to make it through the night. He saw the footage from the camera on the ship of you guys fighting and wanted to talk to you. That's why we didn't help you fight." She explained. Her reason was logical enough, but Lyrical noticed her moving the ring around her hand, a habit she did whenever she was nervous. Lyrical sensed something was off and was about to ask what it was, when the man on the bed coughed and inhaled shakily, eyelids lifting slightly to show deep purple eyes.
"Black warrior." He rasped, his dark blue lips barely moving as he wheezed for breath. Lyrical realized he must have meant Kirtash. She tried to nudge him with her shoulder, then remembered her shoulder only came up to mid-bicep. Kirtash took the not-so-subtle hint and stepped forward so that the man could see him. A smile reached the lips of the man on the bed, lips cracked and dry. "So that's what you look like." He inhaled shakily, his lungs struggling for breath. "You are a good fighter."
"Thank you," Kirtash replied, bowing his head slightly.
"No need to thank me, dark one. You probably won't thank me for what I'm going to say next." The man let out a breathy chuckle, though this one was more filled with malice than the smile. A shiver ran down Lyricals spine, and she fought not to step in between them. "You and your people..." His breath hitched and he started coughing violently. Blood splattered across the bedsheets and Zaylee hurried forward, offering a glass of water. When the coughing fit subsided, he lay back down, a small sigh escaping his lips. He looked back to Kirtash, ready to continue. "You and your people...are scum." Lyricals gaze shot to Kirtash, unsure of how he would react to this. "You are sons and daughters of all the devils in the world, morticana." Lyrical didn't need to know what he meant, for the meaning was clear from the venom and the anger in his tone. The man inhaled shakily. "Your people have been enslaving mine for thousands of years, and it is time for you to pay the price of your sins." Now rather than wanting to stop Kirtash should he try anything, she wanted nothing more than to see this man punched in the face. But she stood still, hands clasped behind her back, her mouth set in a grim line. "But you... have saved my family. For that, you have my thanks. As a sign of gratitude, I will not kill all of you." Lyrical sucked in a breath, the wording not lost on her. All of them? "Dark-skinned one." Lyrical looked to Kalypso. There was no one else he could be talking about. "Come here." They all tensed, hands going to wherever their nearest weapon was. Kalypso stepped forward to stand beside the bed.
The man took Kalypso's hand. "You." He rasped. "You will be the next one to take my name."
"Your name?" Kalypso asked. He smiled grimly.
"My power, and my life source." He closed his eyes and the mark on his forehead abruptly began to glow. Kalypso's face contorted in pain, and she struggled to get her hand out of the man's, but she couldn't get free. She let out a cry of pain, and Lyrical watched as the mark that was slowly disappearing from the man's forehead appeared on the back of her hand. Once the mark was completely gone from the man, he let go of Kalypso, who stumbled back into Zyan. The man then opened his eyes, miraculously. "You... will avenge... my people..." He looked to Kirtash. Lyrical knew what was going to happen before it did. "But for now... I will take my vengeance!"
He pulled out a small knife, and sitting up with the last of his strength, threw it straight at Kirtash. Lyrical saw everything in slow motion.
The knife hurtling towards Kirtash.
The man slumping back into the bed, dead.
Then, without thinking, Lyrical pushed Kirtash away with as much force as she muster at that moment. She lost her balance, arms still splayed out in front of her, legs instantly screaming in protest at that much force being exerted at once.
The last thing she felt was the knife sink into her shoulder before the world erupted in pain.
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Little Lightning
Ciencia FicciónLyrical Cyrax is dead. Dead as dead can be. But she wasn't always that way. After launching on a mission from Earth and crashing on an alien planet, her daily life is gone. No more Earth. No more school, no more missions, and no more normal. For fo...
