A young bitter woman has to do whatever it takes to prove her innocence and find justice for her family's murder, but to do this she has to become the city's guardian
Its dark, pitch black. The kind of darkness no life would exist. The city roars with life, but she cant hear it anymore. A tiny light sparks like a fire fly, Green liquid filling the hollow dark space with a neon glow. It rushes to her heart, covering it, mounting with it. Spreading through her lifeless veins in to her entire being. Her skin regenerates, wounds healing in an instant. Her body strengthen, her brain sharpen, her eyes open! The energy glowing around her is so massive that she now floats. The only witness to this majestic moment are only the cats, mice and owls of the night. or is it?
There's whispers nearby, up there, on a tall building. “Its too late, we should have took it while we had a chance“one strangely formed shadow said. “Lets just suck it out of it“another replied, “not in this form you fool“. They watch as the soft green glow around her fades, slowly landing on her back. “Where is the guardian stone?“ a third, darker voice caught their attention. “The...the..um the-“ “Shut up!“ a third shadow appeared. “I can sense it now, we need that stone's power to break out of this shadow prison“ in a calm voice. She stood up in front of their eyes, disorientated, trying to find herself.
Slowly starting to walk under the moonlight. Nowhere to go, no one to go to. She breaks and open a window of a warehouse, climbing in, a hard sound as she falls in. “She's so weak““No actually she managed to kill us-““you fool!i mean she could not see us right in front of her!did you believe you could defeat a raged future guardian while mounted on a bunch of homeless skeletal?you have a lot to learn of this planet, welcome to earth“
The morning came. Her body lay on boxes packed on wooden pallets, seems like she dozed off the moment she fell in last night. Few blocks away in the city‘s police station, a young, senior detective is addressing his colleagues. “Her name is Lerato Mokoena, a junior scientist at a private African mythology research center, graduated from WITS three years back“reading as the information slide is projected to the white wall. “She‘s originally from a small village in the low-veld. She had a stable love life, a husband and a baby girl- but somehow she was found soaking in their blood. She escaped on a transfer to await trial at the high court, she is now deemed armed and dangerous so approach with extreme caution“he continues
The warehouse door opens and breaks her sleep. Her eyes brown, with green artistic and symbolic lines engraved deep inside. She sits up, hearing voices in a distance as people marched in. Looking at the window by her, she somehow jumps out of it easily. It was a sunny morning one could easily tell it was summer. The sun recharging her body, her brown dirty skin radiant. Thick black dreadlocks with a brownish shade resting pass her shoulders while some strands covered part her face. Carrying her tall mid size shape as she walks in the open street. Her clothes she had stole to get rid of the prison jumpsuit was black with dry blood. She could not see anything to steal now, Maybe she was not desperate, yet
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Voices of playing children sent her looking up and around, Bringing precious memories of old. She was now at the residential side of the city. A poster on a street light pole locked her knees. It was a “wanted“ poster of her, said she was armed and dangerous. She glance at the detective‘s number as she walks away. “Hey watch where you going!“a middle aged woman yelled from a car on the driveway then drove off. She smiled and walked in to the woman's house
“DO NOT CROSS-POLICE ONLY“ a sign covering the area reads. Men and woman in blue all over, the detective, in a gray suit was there. It was the crime scene she survived, like everywhere she goes there’s a pool of blood to mark it. “Khumalo you have to see this“ the pathology lady said in a worrying shocked voice. The detective rushed over and immediately threw a shocked pause on his face. They had more than ten years on the job between them, but clearly they never seen anything like this before. There was dried blood tearing out the dead man’s eyes. Strange nerve swell makings like a web across their faces. Hair like they were jolted with electricity. They packed up and cleared the scene
She‘ s nursing a small cut on her face‘ reflection. Now in fresh clean clothes and her hair tied. She spots black sleeper boots, brown print leggings, a white tank top and a long coat. The angry woman must be same size as her the way they fit. Her look inspires a smile leaking through her bold black berry glossed lips. Images of two armed men with blood tearing out their eyes and strained nerve marks coming on the driveway flash her mind. While trying to process that, a heavy smell flood her nose. Looking back at the hallway she see only tiny smoke looming, she‘ s aware this spells danger. Grabbing a mop stick for a weapon, slowly making her way to the front door.
A punch through the wall sends debris flying but she was quick enough for it, though not the one from her back, sending her airborne only blocked by the TV room wall then slam the tiled floor. Laying there.. a clear memory of her with her late grandmother cloud her mind. She was a traditional healer, wearing red and white beads on her wrists and neck, and red cloth tied on her neck flowing down like superman‘ s. Its a constant visitor this memory, but for a change she see herself – Dressed like her elder. Though she was younger, she walked towards a roaring river among lioness‘ and black and green serpents - with markings like she seen on the box that contained the stone- the same symbols in her inner eyes.
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The men held her, one took out a long needle. Shes still stuck in her memory, her younger self touching the serpent‘s head, its eyes glowing a light neon green. The men shiver as they realize something is happening. “Hurry!use the needle!“one said. But the needle broke on her glowing skin, She stood up firm and strong, her glowing eyes burning through the man with a needle until he drops. She hit the other with an open palm on his chest while mumbling some words in a strange language and voice. Grabbing on, twisting her hand like opening a door knob. A dark fading shadow breaks out of the man's body and through the window
She watch both bodies on the floor as her glow fades, the other dead, the last breathing. She was desperate to know what was going on, who was after her, and if they had to do with her tragic family loss. She had to go where it all started if she was to uncover the truth, she had to go home. At that instant she teleported to her house, Blood soaked in the rugs, but their bodies were gone. She did not even get to bury her family. “welcome home,child“a warm trembling voice said behind her
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[foot note- Hello everyone. Thank you for reading and i hope you like but mostly enjoyed this second episode. If you did please vote and leave me a comment. If you did not like it please advice me on where and how i could make it better 😃 N.B- this is based on a TV series idea i been working on and only adapted for wattpad. If anyone can help me with the series cover art or episode banners please let me know]
