Scorching

Deja Vu

A/N re-writing the chapter before adding a few more today

Kaien

"Kai, Lucky's on the phone," Maeve yelled over. "Well did you tell him I'm busy?" I'm fighting off 3 creatures on my own because we made a bet. "He says hurry up it's important!" I could have guessed his response. I finished hacking up the creatures with both of my pink swords. I chose it because people tend to be angrier when the weapon that beats them in training is pink. And my mom loved pink, my nursery was painted with the shade of pink that flushes your cheeks when it's cold outside, and no she didn't think she was having a girl, she just really loves pink. I chose that exact shade for my swords. Told me that colors aren't for girls or boys, and real men aren't afraid to wear pink. It's been my favorite since.

I walked over to Maeve and took the phone. "What?" "Detour. Before you come home I need you to get one more creature, you're the closest, and my best student, no complaints," he hung up before I could debate, not that I would have. I am his best student so how could I refuse, he knows how to stroke my ego. My phone buzzed, the location. About 20 minutes away, "We better go quick," Maeve pushed me away, "You go, I'll make sure there's not more lurking around, just hurry, it's not a highly populated area but you never know." I headed for the car and drove as fast as I could without garnering police attention, although I'm not bad at talking my way out of something, I don't have time.

I arrived at the location he sent and as soon as I'm out of the car I can sense it. I go closer and see a girl on the ground underneath it, holding its claws back as best as she can. She's holding him off pretty well for a civilian, but still. Shit. I run over to the girl, my swords quickly take shape, it's second nature to me at this point. I position myself behind the creature, pink beginning to overpower the heavy, cloud of the figure. I'm about to rip through the creature, my swords taking the stance of a cross, beginning to sink into its' sides. Then I see a glimmer of gold in the girls hand. It throws me off for a second, a hard feat. I don't get distracted. My curiosity is quickly swapped for back pain as I slam into a sugar maple. My cut was too shallow. She used that opportunity to roll away, at least she's not completely useless, but it's closing in on her for the second time. She gives me a quick glance, is she... annoyed? As if I tried getting slammed into the tree. Usually when I'm saving civilians they thank me, women even fawning over me. 

She turns back to face the creature, determination written all over her face until it catches up and wraps its hands around her throat. Any fight inside of her diminished instantly. She looks petrified. I regain my footing as quick as I can, I've got to get there in time. Something about her expression haunts me. Seeing someone who put up a good fight against a creature and having their resolve shattered instantly. I would rather see a helpless and terrified girl than that. Something must have happened to her before. Then I see it again, the glow in her palm, I wasn't crazy, but it's not catching me off guard this time. It begins to form something, maybe a dagger, but fizzles out as she passes out. The moment she passes out I slash up its back, my swords entering at its hips. As quickly as they meet at the creatures neck I let go of the handles and pull its arms off. I don't like the thought of them around her neck, even for a second more, displaying that morbid look in her face. A billow of smoke erupts and then dissipates, my swords clashing on the cold, hard dirt. I kneel down next to her, my stare lingering for too long. She has some bruising around her neck, and her clothes are tore up, but I can't see any life threatening injuries. I conjure up the raw form of my star, a skill we're taught at school for emergencies, and I begin to heal her neck. It's not an emergency, but I get the feeling seeing the finger marks on her neck will trigger her. I'm getting a weird sense of Deja Vu as I stare at her pale skin, sprinkled with freckles and dirt. She must be a diviner, that dagger she failed to conjure means she likely has no clue what a diviner is, but the look on her face when the creatures claws encased her neck. It wasn't just fear, it was memory, she knows a little about this world, and I'm gonna find out what.