Chapter 4
"Mirry, I'm bored! When do I see some action?"
"Soon my dear, be patient. We need to go far far away."
They sped forwards.
Jetta sang as the breeze touched her cold skin.
Mirry stopped suddenly and swiftly. Jetta objected until hushed by Mirry. She was set dead still, close to a tree. The rustle in the grass was what she had been waiting for. She shot up in to the branches of a tree.
A young man walked past, whistling. It was a shame really. He was wearing a guards uniform; the armed guard. He chose this. With the war that was going it would be better to die trying to protect something that mattered than just being shot by a stranger who had probably shot a lot of other people. It's better to be killed by someone who would actually remember they killed you.
She dropped in front of him.
"Hey what are you doing here?" asked the surprised guard.
"The question is what am I not doing here?"
Mirry swung for the guard. She hit him hard over the head.
"Mirry!" said Jetta "That was my job! Let me have some fun!" she pleaded
"Stupid girl don't mention my name in front of people. He might not be out yet" said Mirry
"Mirry, you know that you and Sky are the only ones who can hear me! Now let me out of this stupid harness and at least let me mark him."
"Oh alright." said Mirry as she lifted Jetta from her back "but only because we have to mark them."
The guard lay on the floor, out cold. His arm was lying outstretched, wrist facing upwards towards the night sky. Most people would be almost blind there, although it was well lit that night, with a full moon and stars brighter than electric lights, they were surrounded by tree's that made it so dark around them you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. But Mirry could see everything. She wore dark glasses not only to cover her identity but also to make odds slightly more fair on the other person.
The guards wrist seem to call to Mirry.
"Mirry, Mirry, mark me Mirry."
"Jetta" said Mirry "you know what to do"
"Mirry, Mirry." she sang delightedly. "Mark him! Mark away!"
Jetta moved lightly and swiftly to carve a small letter H into his wrist. It was curved and the calligraphy was excellent. It wasn't cut deep enough to bleed to death, but it was cut deep enough to scar, to leave a mark.
Mirry slid Jetta back in to her harness. She leaned forward and fell face down. She stopped and at about a 25 degree angle, she shot forwards.
Forward she sped it was interesting that everyone still chased her. Stupid considering that they would never catch her. No one could out run her. She's even gotten faster than Sky. Even if they did catch her everyone knows she could just disappear.
