Hybrid: The Mark

The Dear One

Sirah rushed forward the moment she saw Mikaela, wailing with pain as blood dripped from her nose. Carlyle took a knife out of her cloak.

Sirah didn't wait for any of the Warlocks present around Carlyle to stop her. She stabbed her knife at Carlyle's shoulder with same force as Mikaela's wail. 

Carlyle shrieked, her hand gripping her shoulder. She turned around to face Sirah, her eyes filling with indignation. The Warlocks immediately got hold of Sirah, their arms gripping her. Sirah wailed as the pain momentarily forgotten invaded her again. The pain left behind by her Father.  Sirah grit her teeth and blinked away her never ending tears. She couldn't take it anymore. She writhed in pain. The image of Mikaela screaming at the sight of her blurring gradually.

"Mikaela" Sirah forced, "Run."

Sirah twisted the Warlocks arm. She glanced back at Mikaela running away. Sirah's heart calmed halfway.Carlyle flung her knife at Sirah to which she caught instinctively, mid air.
"Don't let her escape."  Carlyle gritted with a small smile.
Sirah pushed the Warlock away. She ran ahead and away from them.

Arrows flew past, waiting to strike her.The shouts of the Warlocks calling out to the others to hunt her down. She dodged herself from the maze of arrows flying. 

Sirah knew that they were still following her. She was being hunted.
Through pained breaths, Sirah found it difficult to focus through her stinging pain.

 Sirah frantically ran through the forest, jumping and avoiding the thorned bushes as she gasped through pain. She caught the sight of an Oak tree and immediately hid behind the tree. Sirah led out a pained relief as she heard the Warlocks run past her.
She balanced herself against the tree. She was weak and tired. Her eyes set on the torn sleeves of her gown, the dark blue scars on her arms, peeping out. Visions of Mikaela wailing with pain invaded before her. She tried to shut it down by closing her eyes.

A strong force ignited within her. Her pain faded as she clenched her jaw in anger. She had to stop it. Stop everything.

"And I will"  She strode with a scowl settling on her face.
 Anger pulsed in her with rhythm. She could feel blood filling within her. Rising with each step. Her eyes snapped at every moment. She knew she will find him because he was everywhere.

Sirah drew out her knife in a swift motion when she spotted the tree where she first met Malkov. She found it difficult keeping her rage at bay and lost it when the vision of Mikaela appeared before her again.
Malkov looked up at her approaching.

Sirah flinched at his sight and hurled the knife at him. The knife pierced the bark of the tree behind Malkov, inches away from his ear. He glanced at her with surprise. 

"Why won't you leave us alone?! " She shouted at him.

Malkov's thoughts were silenced.

" What do you even want from us and why are you even doing-"

"It's because we don't have a choice."

Her eyes knitted together in fury after witnessing how calm  he sounded.

"Answer me!" She spat her words out.

She saw his eyes turn a different degree of frustration. He forced his gaze to the ground.

"They started it."  His voice seemed restrained and overwhelming with vexation, "They were the ones who started endangering us. "

"You're lying" Her voice wavered, unrelenting.

His eyes met hers.

"Do you think I'm lying? Lying about the chaos we had to endure?" He sauntered towards her.

Her instincts kicked in to step back.

"Were you really thinking that I was lying about the dangers we had to outlive?" His slow steps ended until her back  nudged against the bark of a tree.

Her ears were ringing with the menace in his words.

She was trapped between his towering shadow.

" No" Her voice barely a whisper as she looked up to meet his gaze, "No I don't believe this"

She could feel his cape touching her arms.

"I won't believe any of this."

"You don't even know-"

Malkov's words were interrupted with a sharp ear-piercing scream followed by the shouts of people. Sirah instantly knew that the sounds were of the clans.

They found the Warlocks. 

Sirah's gut wrenched when the realization of a Warlock right in front of her, dawned upon her.

Malkov quickly realized her intentions and grabbed his scythe out from his cloak.

Sirah felt him move behind her. She slowly turned and stopped when she felt something sharp and cool against her neck.

Her jaws clenched.

Sirah didn't flinch and she turned to face him, the tip of the scythe scratching her skin until her eyes met with Malkov. 

His expression was perfectly calm, his hands unmoving.

Malkov heard Sirah give out a slight, exasperated breath. 
Everything around was silent except for the shouts of the clans behind Sirah.

"I don't want to hurt you." He spoke calmly.

Malkov's words infuriated her.

"Of course you don't."

She grabbed hold of his scythe.

Malkov pulled it back. Sirah felt something warm, dribbling down from her neck.

She touched and pulled her fingers away.

They were red.

Blood dripped on her hands. She drew a deep breath to calm herself down but she couldn't.

She instantly caught Malkov's arms and twisted it. He flinched in pain. She pushed him away and pulled her knife from the tree. Before Malkov could do anything she stopped him by pointing her knife at him.

"Stay away." 

Malkov led out an aggravated breath as he saw Sirah walk away, with his mind whirling with notions, he couldn't stop from happening.