The Runaway Huntress

CHAPTER 18

     Melisca moved towards Lorna. Her eyes still fixed on her tattooed arm. She held the girl's arm to get a closer look.

    "What are you doing?" Lorna looked at her with knitted eyebrows as Liz encircled her hand just above her elbow. She had stopped moving to let the girl stare at the writings on her skin.

     "Where did you get this?" Liz asked, almost not blinking and even bent down a little and lifted a hand to trace a finger on the markings. The tattoo doesn't look special or unordinary at all, but it is interesting.

      Two bold black vertical lines stood opposite with a single serpent, its tail starts from the top side of the standing line then the body went through the second line, forming a letter 'S'. Its head under in the middle of the two verticals, with a tongue sticking out, hissing. The two slanted eyes gazed as ready to strike its prey. The serpent's blood-coloured body made it look like a 3D art. It somehow resembles a viper, the scales of its skin is realistic.

       "Wow, this seemed like a real-life snake in your arm. It's intricately made." Melisca expressed and let go of the girl's arm. She stood straight to end up her marvelling. "It looks like a viper." She added. The markings now engraved in her mind. She just have to think deeply from where she had seen it before. She felt like it was somewhat important to her.

     "It is a Saw-scaled viper." Lorna stated as she walked past her and went straight to the outlet, where Melisca had plugged the charger she borrowed.

      It's in front of a small vanity table, with a single drawer. "I thought you were charging a phone." She said when she noticed a little rectangular shaped shiny black metal on the desk.

      "Nah, it's my electric lighter." Liz replied, sitting on the bed, she bent down to fish her knives inside her boots and placed them beside her.

      "You smoke?" The hair blower's slight buzz echoed in the whole room. She started drying her hair when she settled down on the chair.

       "Yes." Her accompany's short response.

      Lorna stilled in the vanity table as she looks at Liz from the reflection of the mirror, pulling out her hidden weapons from her boots. Was it the thing she used to flatten one of the wolf's wheel earlier when they had been chased?

     The woman is something.

     Melisca turned to the other one when she finished yanking her boots off her feet. She noticed the air buzzing of the blower halted, she glanced at Lorna who stared at her from the mirror with a tense look.

     "What? You're not the only one with a sharp objects here." She said with a shrug and kicked off her boots, finally, her feet can relax. She stretched her long legs and stood up. Though the bed was summoning for her to lay down already, the sweat of exertion and the frizziness of her hair bothers her to remain feeling like a mess.

     "What do you do, Liz?" Lorna inquired, turning on again the blower and the slight noise from it started. Combing the strands by the hand as she dried her hair. Focusing her eyes to the woman she just met, following her every move through the reflection of the vanity mirror.

      "Do you mean for a living?" Liz asked back with a shrugging expression, she appeared like who doesn't care at anything at all, as if talking about having weapons in each of them is the same as having their lipstick when an occasion arises.

      "Yes."

       "Hmm, Nothing really. Just a bounty huntress." Melisca wondered if she had made the right choice by saying the truth of where her money came from or what she does the whole time. But saying most of the truth along the lies is a greatly effective one to make people believe.