Tempered Steele

Chapter 2

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Emma:

“Patience-” She growled, ignoring the shuffling footsteps just outside her door as she took her sweet time to finish.

Emma fastened a well used leather bracelet to her right wrist, slipped on her necklace, took a moment to squeeze the circular pendant in her fist and kiss it, before letting the long silver linked chain slip down low under her tank.  She shuddered at the tingling coolness against the abnormal heat she carried, and smiled in grim satisfaction as the pendant pressed itself against her flesh in silent reassurance, just below her sternum.  Kicking up one booted foot onto the dresser, she roughly tied the laces that ran up to mid-shin and switched to the other before sticking the hunting knife into the sheath strapped on the side of her thigh.  Letting the three quarter, black, flimsy fabric of the skirt she wore fall with a whisper down over her long, lean, striped-tight-covered legs, Emma walked across the room.  The long slits on either side ran almost to her hip, exposing parts of the long, gleaming blade that glinted menacingly under the bright fluorescents.  She shifted uneasily to adjust her top as she made her way across the broken chair she’d kicked earlier, sidestepping past a heap of shredded garments that were once fit for a queen and crunching over broken glass left over from the drink she offered to the wooden floors. 

The footsteps grew more agitated, so did the grumbling just beyond the door.  Emma sighed and swiped a long lock of reddish gold hair behind her ear before coating her lids with thick black kohl. There was no need to add any other colour because her blood red lips stood out on her pale, heart shaped face, and her larger than life blue eyes shone brilliantly through dark, heavily lashed eyes.  Carefully, she clipped a wide belt over her narrow waist, and then threw a hesitant glance at the mirror as she filled the empty spaces with silver, hollow point bullets.  She avoided looking at the woman staring back too closely.  She didn’t want to see the despair behind those blue eyes, didn’t want to remember who she was in here.  What she did do, was imagine him with her, and her eyes fluttered closed.  Inhaling deeply, she allowed herself to feel his arms close around her from behind, squeezing gently and filling her with warmth that had nothing to do with temperature.  Sticking the last bullet into its slot with more force than necessary, Emma grit her teeth and exhaled the anguish that was steadily building inside of her, and then she breathed in and let her anger return, blue eyes sparking with unleashed fury.  She hated what was to come in the next few hours, where she would be showed off and forced to display her skill in a fight she wanted no part of.  Picking up her firearms of choice, she held them up, one in each hand before she crossed her arms over her shoulder and slipped them into the twin holsters at the back.  One more deep breath to pull off the show she was about to give, and Emma cringed, disgusted at what was expected of her just for being who she was.

And she would have embraced it, if it were not for that chance meeting that turned her world upside down.

Since she’d been back, there’d been whispers about her.  She knew no one would dare to call her out on her time out of the Bylands, but dammit, she missed the real world.  The life. 

The people. 

Fresh brewed coffee and bagels for breakfast. 

Hot chocolate beside the fireplace.