Savoirs

Jaclyn

It was terrifying, standing there waiting for him to do something, anything, that would allow me to defend myself. But he just stood there his sick smile plastered on his face. I saw the others standing at the top of the hill and wished they would do something. The man was a good distance from me but when he spoke it was like he was right behind me.

"I was hoping that you would have the sense to run." He says and I tense.

"I'm done running." I say and he laughs his shattering glass laugh.

"Admit it you want to run. You want to turn your back to all of this and run until you can't run anymore. You want to hide, to let them deal with it. To just be a simple girl with nothing to fear, with no gruesome past, with no blood on her hands. You want to believe that this is just a bad dream." He says and I shake my head, denying it.

"No. I want this to be over." I say and raise my hands. Light shoots from them but he just appears in front of me, unhurt. He holds up a finger and wags it back and forth in front of my face as if scolding a child who had done something wrong.

"That's not nice." He growls and I raise my hands again, ready to kill him right then and there. He grabs my wrists, his vise like grip only gets tighter when I try to get away.

"Let me go." I snap and he shakes his head.

"I don't think so." He says and his grip tightens and pain shoots through my wrist as my hands start to tingle.

"Let me go you bastard." I hiss and he throws me to the ground. I yelp and roll to the side as he brings a blade down to kill me. It buries itself in the ground and he ignores it as he prowls towards me.

"Now is that anyway for a lady to talk?" He growls at me as I get to my feet and he raises a hand and focuses on something behind me. I spin and duck but I'm too slow. The hilt of the weapon smacks into my shoulder and I fall onto my back from the impact. My eyes go wide as the man towers over me with the weapon held loosely in his hand and then he raises it high to deliver the final, killing blow but I throw my hands up and light hits him in the shoulder, throwing him off balance long enough for me to get to my feet again and scoop up a weapon of my own. I turn and bring the blade up, anticipating the attack and the clang of metal on metal rings in my ears as I face the mans fury. 

His eyes burn with hatred and his dark eyes seem to become darker. He pulls away and attacks again and I block it swiftly, the force of the blow makes my hands sting but I stand my ground and watch him carefully as the battle goes on. The next attack I block and he pushes me back, making me stumble backwards. He takes advantage of it and swipes his weapon through the air savagely and I jump backwards just in time, the tip of the blade catching the loose fabric of my sleeve and tearing it. Now we were on a hill and I take the next attack and manage to cut his arm. He growls in response to the attack and drops his weapon in favor of grabbing a hold of my arm and twisting it behind my back. I drop my weapon and he pins my arm behind my back.

"Stupid girl. Don't you realize? You can't win." He hisses in my ear and twisting my arm more. I grit my teeth in pain and shake my head.

"That doesn't mean I can't try." I spit back and open my palm towards him. Light shoots from it and he releases my arm with a cry. I spin around ready for a counter attack but face nothing but air. Suddenly there's an arm around my neck and I'm struggling to get away.

"Do you know what I can do, little girl?" He hisses in my ear and holds a hand out in front of me. Slowly a dark fog-like substance takes shape into a wicked looking knife and he holds the end of the dagger against my chest, right over my heart. He turns to make me see the fight going on below us and I see my companions fighting with whatever strength they had left and he laughs in my ear.