Random Writing

Fight

[prompt is first line of  story] ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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She pulls the knife from her chest and smiles. "Was that supposed to hurt?"

I don't know what to do. I have never had to fight anyone like her before. So, naturally, I panick.

I pull the gun from its spot hidden beneath my shirt, tucked into the back of my pants, and I shoot her. Empty the entire clip into her chest. But she never blinks. Never even flinches. She just stands there calmly, watching on as her wounds close.

She slowly raises her head, her glowing yellow eyes meet mine and just like that I know I'm screwed. No matter what I do, I will lose this fight.

Water drips from the ceiling and I can hear it make contact with the solid ground. I can feel the cold liquid drip onto my head, shoulders, back and run down my shirt. A chill runs up my spine.

"Is that all you've got?" she asks. "Surely you can come up with something better than that." Another gruesome smile stretches across her lips.

Dropping the gun I try to think. My knife is gone, tossed somethere into the dark depths of this god forsaken cave. My gun is empty and even if it weren't it just proved itself useless.

So I pull out the sword. The one my grandfather gave me. As soon as my hand makes contact with the hilt, the blade begins to glow. The light grows srtonger and stronger though it doesn't hurt my eyes. It fills the cavern bathing the entire room in an unearthly glow.

It is warm in my hands, though it doesn't burn. It's comfortable. Which is exactly what I feared. He trained me for this, though I never wanted it. I only wanted to be normal, to fit in. To not be an outcast.

But the moment the light reached her eyes, those glowing yellow eyes, she recoils like it has burned her. And maybe it has. I wouldn't know. Griping the blade firnly in both hands I take my stance and face my opponent.

"Well now that's just not fair," she whines. "I don't get a fancy weapon like that."

I shrug my shoulders and begin advancing, slowly. She takes a step back, then another and before I know it she is up against the wall.

"No where to run now," I say.

She looks around, panicked, before turning her gaze back to me. That wicked smile of hers makes another appearance. A second later she is gone.

I back up and in doing so reveal to myself more of the wall. That's when I see her. She is over halfway up, almost to the top, when I catch sight of her. Scaling the wall like a spider. A super enhanced spider that is resistant to knives and bullets.

My feet move of their own accord. I back across the room never taking my eyes off the mutation before me. Crawling across the ceiling now she is almost directly above my head. I dread the moment when she decides to drop.

Water drips into my eye and I flinch. I turn my head to the ground and rub my face dry with the bottom of my shirt. Just as I am turning back to the ceiling, a heavy weight lands on my back and I am forced to the ground.

The sword falls out of my hand and slides across the ground. Just great. "You really thought you could win?" she asks ad her long nails bite into my back. "You really thought you could best me?"

Pinned beneath her I can't move much. Still, I try. I reach out for my sword which lies only a few inches out of reach. She sees this and kicks the blade out of my grasp. While she is distracted with this I flip her off of me and take off.

I reach the sword just as she scrambles to her feet and, as she is charging, raise it up over my head.

Wait. Wait.

She grows closer and closer and is nearly on top of me when I bring the blade down.

Hilt first.

It strikes her on the shoulder and she falls to the ground. Though not fatally wounded, she might have a sore shoulder for a few days.

Smiling I sheath the blade on my back and offer my hand. "Good fight, Ceria."

She scowls up at me but accepts the offered hand nonetheless. I pull her to her feet. Brushing off the dirt on her pants, she glances at me laughingly. "Yeah," she says. "You too."

"Same time tomorrow?"

"Of course."