Light of the Scourge (POSTPONED)

Chapter II

"Get up."

Was that a voice you heard just now coming from somewhere beyond the void, or something your subconcious conjured up from the depths of your chambers?

"I saved your sorry ass from the dumps, the least you can do is wake up!"

It grows clearer, louder, more amplified. So close you can almost touch it. Or it can touch you.

"I said wake up!"

You jolt back into your skin, alive and a little slow from long time dreams. Your breathing was the shallow tide desperately grasping for land as a mighty wave approached. You couldn't tell if this was reality, or an illusion. Everything looked the same. Black.

You mumbled something incoherent, bottom rested against a wooden surface. you almost believed you had been placed in a rocking chair and were an infant again with undeveloped vision. Had the world always been this loud and overbearing? Collision of objects formed a friction that burrowed into your ear drums and you winced because sounds had never been so debilitated and unstable to your senses. And loudest of all was the breath of an invisible form that leaned down beside you. The one that spoke to you when you were under, you had a gut feeling it was them.

"Now, open your eyes." The voice was authoritative and feminine with a twinge of amusement added to the mix. You realize you still had your eyes partially closed, and opened them though it didn't make much of a difference because you couldn't see anyways.

"Who is speaking? Where am I?" You twisted your head to the left, then to the right. The voice emanates from in front of you, and you tighten up as the young woman grips your shoulders and her nails burrow into your flesh. You hiss at the physical contact, but oddly familiarize with it.

"You, miss bounty hunter, are on my ship. And my whereabouts are going to stay confidential, if that's alright with you?" She gives your nose a little playful boop with her index finger. You sputter a "Wha-what?" and feel distaste for her impertinence. You reply with a confidence your handicap stripped you of.

"I see you recognize the position of authority that I am in. My name is widely known, so I expected that. But have you considered how many people I have solely brought to justice with these hands?" You make a fist. "If I were you, I would reaccess my priorities, the priorities being your liberties to breath the oxygen of this world and your privacy. So tell me, how important is your confidentiality compared to breathing?" You smirk as you imagine a chess board and you've just fenced in the opposing king.

Your smirk fades to a scowl when the girl laughs in your face. "What, really? Is that some kind of threat? You're going to take me to the slammer with those two dead eyes? You can't even see me!" You blush. She falls backward, "Oh man, you're a riot."

Suddenly your body is shoved against the wall of the ship and her hand on your throat. The back of your head pricks and throbs from the impact. Her hand is like ice tightening around your neck and searing your skin. You gurgle and cough.

"Shut the hell up. I'm not even the slightest bit afraid of you, Pyrope. All you've done is talk shit and you haven't even shown me what you can do as as a powerful bounty hunter. I can't believe you failed to even once notice the position you are in, guess you're getting that through your thick skull now with my hand at your throat. So listen closely to what I'm about to say with those heightened senses of yours."

"I found you helplessly suffocating under a bunch of garbage sacks and dragged your luggage out of the gutters and back to my ship. You couldn't remember the strain I was put under having to carry a dead weight through the streets without looking suspicious. After this, an IOU would have worked nicely but it seems to me you don't have a lot to offer." You swallow hard and swish the remaining saliva around your mouth.

"I rescued you from a grim death not for the faint of heart. I saved you when no one else would have. Now do you grasp the situation? Do you? Hm, Pyrope?"

She sticks her mouth closely to your cheek, hot breath against your ear.

"You're my prisoner."

You spit in her face.

She vocals her disgust and wipes the saliva off her chin with the back of her hand, then tries to fling it off like it's dirt on her rag. You snigger a little.

"Oh, well played Pyrope. Well played. Is a spit ball the only best move you've got?"

"No, I've got more." You knee her in the sweet spot and she shouts in alarm as pain swells in her reigons. With the new strength you've suddenly gained, you're back on your feet and fleeing. You put out your hands and wave them in a circular motion around you, you have no idea where you are going. You could run forever until you trip on some object or fall off the boat into the ocean. You realize you didn't think this through enough. You're a bounty hunter! You don't run away from others you chase them!

You get to the other side of the cabin and run into a wall with a steel door, you prod at the door until you find the nob and twist it frantically. Oh god, it's locked.

"I locked it, sorry if that's inconvenient for your grand escape." She snatches you from behind and before you can blink she's pinned you to the metal door with a blade at your throat. Your chest heaves as your adrenaline is fuelled by the tip of the dagger. You aren't blind to this scenario, with your training the blade will be putty in your hands.

"You.. you've won! I'll be your prisoner- just don't hurt me, I'm begging." You plead and slowly lift your arms above your head in a surrendering position. The assailant pauses for a moment, somewhat dissapointed that you gave into her so soon.

In a flashing moment you bring your hands together into one fist and bash them down on the attacker's skull. Your fingers throb painfully from the impact and She smacks a hand to her scalp and drops the dagger, you hear it fall to the floor and make a clink. You drop to the floor boards and pat the wood for any contact with iron. When your hand breaches the blade the tip slices your finger and you hiss as it stings but grip the blunt handle and jump back with a growl.

"We've had our fun with this little game, it's time I say we ended it so I can get back on with my life reprimanding criminals like you." You edge closer with the dagger in your hand, hearing foot steps receding as the young perpetraitor retreats.

"I agree, hunter. Let's finish this." She charges you and grabs at your wrist, both of you wrestle for control over the knife. She grunts and pushes you to the ground, knocking the blade out of your hand and sending it flying into a dresser. She attempts to hold you down but you seize a good chunk of her hair and yank hard on it, she howls in pain and punches you square in the jaw. Your mouth fills with a rusty vermilion and one tooth feels like a loose screw. You muster all of your strength and knock her body over to the side so that you are now the one on top. Using both hands as cuffs you tether her wrists to the floor boards and as she puts up a struggle to wiggle out of your grip she begins to laugh.

"What now? Have you finally come to your senses and realized your pathetic defeat by a blind woman was inevitable?" You cock your head, still keeping your squirming assailant immobile. She chuckles and stops resisting under your weight. Her sudden change in character is making you bothered.

"Pyrope, I like you."

A/N

Lots of sexy bits in this one hue hue hue.

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