Blemishes and roses (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3: Screams and rose petals

   * hello, this is me the author. I am to warn you that this section may be a bit saddening, so be warned. Even though I shall not be too descriptive about it, I want to say that the idea just may be heart breaking. I will inform you the start and end of the saddening part of the story. I hope you like it!* 

   Zephyr huddled in the mess of bushes that surrounded him, leaves caressing his face or poking him. He adjusted himself in a position to where the thorns on one bush didn't impale his skin and that the other one didn't keep whacking him in the wind. Doing all of these things in less than two seconds. Plus, so that he could see what was going on. 

   There was a tiny opening in the wall of bushes, only big enough for an eye to look through. But from here he could peer through and see what was going on, kinda. 

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   Levina gripped her babies in her hands. Prax and Crow, the names of her two daggers, jade and metal grips cold under her. The blades gleaming a nice faint orange from the flame that raged across the forest. 

   Her cloak protected her like a shield against the brambles that relentlessly tried to stab her arms and legs. The forest was calm, icy and the breeze was gently against the night. Picking her way across the mostly covered forest floor, she went fast, using her stealth to not trip on the nagging roots from the many thin trees that took part in trying to block her way to her destination. 

   Levina jumped over a log quietly and picked her way through the last few bushes. The orange light grew closer, lighting the forest, fools. Fire only helps conceal the monsters, and counting her. The daggers instead of growing heavier, they grew lighter, waiting. Waiting to be lead to their use. And they were waiting patiently just like her. 

   A curl of black hair touched her cheek as a breeze brushed past. There was the sound of barks and growls of dogs that filled the night with noise. Chocking out any sort of sound but it's own, and the men's. Yelling encouragement and yelling orders at one another, monotone voices leaving the wood in echoes. 

   She shaped herself to the shadow of a tree, feeling the rough prickly texture of bark against her palm. The boy, who was lying down on the forest floor like a doll, stomach breathing and eyes wide open. Like a child trying to keep the nightmares at bay. 

   His face was coated in dried blood and throw up. Hair messy and arms bruised, one of his feet didn't look right in the light, possibly broken. He was indeed defeated, and the girl, well, maybe Olivia got her already. 

   He stared at the tree, brown eyes blazing. She knew he heard her, but that part didn't matter. She waited for a second, the dogs were coming closer, which meant the men were to. Then, with ease, walked out from the shadows that had concealed her. A gasp. 

   The boy froze in place, even more then he had. Literally stiffened every muscle, staring at her with his mouth agape. Her hands, which were tucked into the soft folds of her cape which concealed the daggers, took them out. 

   The took off her cape, better to fight without it hanging like a slug against her shoulders. The boy gaped at her even more, and then the daggers that she had now raised in the air. Blades reflecting the light of fire. 

   " Get up." She said, looking around at the scenery. The dogs would be here any second and she would rather not have to fend a very vulnerable child in this condition. 

   " I can't." He croaked. 

   Great, just amazing. Levina snarled and gave one more look around and picked up the weightless body. Flakes of blood rubbing onto her shirt and vomit as well. The child cried out a high pitched shriek, oh gods. There was a faint stop from a few bushes not too far away. 

   The silence was unnerving. she quickly threw him into the thick underbrush, and poised her daggers. Another sniff, some more. There was a whine. And then another. 

   A paw hit the ground, as if experimenting on the area. One barked. They new she was here, and the boy that they were after. 

   Loud breathing came from the tall trees, men, men looming closer. Their light blanketing the woods. A dog appeared from a bush, it looked at her with beady eyes and all canines showing, growling. It smelled her, it new what she was. Maybe not who she was, but what she was. 

   * This is where the sad part begins, if you are big on animals, I am warning you to not read. But if you want to, read at your own risk*

   Her daggers were ready, Pax and Raven. The dog lunged, using it's long legs to jump up from the ground. Jaw open to chomp off her arm. But it was too slow, everything was too slow except for her. Levina allowed the instinct to take over her muscles and her daggers obeyed. The went for the heart. 

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   Zephyr held his breath and closed his eyes, water soaking his vision as well. She...she killed an...animal. 

   The sound of the yelp only echoed through his mind. And then he heard more. The sound of metal, a yelp, and then metal going through flesh and all over again. 

   Dogs fell to the ground, and the ones that tried to run away were blocked and killed. The blood could be heard splattered on the ground. There was a quiet and another breeze rustled in the trees. A silence that lasted less than a second. 

   *Okay, the sad animal part is done. Though I warn you that the gore hasn't ended. Read at your own risk*

   Men poured from the bushes and trees. Though Zephyr had known to close his eyes before hand. Her scrunched his them shut as the screaming began. And even a few clashes with metal against metal, but always ending the same way, screams, grunts and noises that could not be explained but only with that one terrible word, 'death'. 

   And soon as it has started, it was over. But that didn't mean his stomach was over.