Drips and Drabbles

Secrets

More Picture Writing!
I dedicate this to my friend who drew the flower on my hand(shown above) and inspired me to write this: Sunnylovesbooks.

"There is no were to hide. We will always find you. We are every were. You cannot escape." The voice echoed through the cavern. The echo made it seem if the voice filled the room, pressing upon us.
"You are wrong. You no longer have a hold on my people. We are free of you!"
"You fool! You are blind! You don't even see passed your own pride. We were always with you. You thought you were alone?"
"How then? Your goons were never even close to us."
"We were closer than you think. Ask her if your so sure!" The voice seemed to grow and fill my very being. I turned to Najiua. Her black hair fell down her back and ended at her hips. Her head held high in defience of this monster. She looked at me.
"Najiua, what does he mean."
She looked at me angrily, I strode over to her and pulled the black silk glove she always wore on her left hand off. On the palm of her left hand was a black flower. It's vines curled and curved up her hand to disappear behind her thumb and end in two leaves at the back. The mark of the Guandi. The mark of a murderer.
My hand dropped her glove on the floor so fast you could have sworn it had burned me. Her head dropped as the monster spoke.
"She was always one of us, she betrayed you." I glared at her.
"Why? How could you?"
"I am not one of them! I left them, the ink never comes off! I hid it as well as I could."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I knew you would react like this." I turned away, the feeling of nausea rose inside of me.
"He is trying to unhinge you."
"How do I know if he is telling the truth? How do I know Naj?" I yelled.
She did not speak, instead, she pulled off her other glove revealing a tattoo in the form of flames. The flames started at her elbow and crawled their way down her arm to her hand where they wrapped around her fingers. On the palm of her hand, the flames circled around a ring with a wolf in the center. 

I lifted my hand, on it was an identical tattoo, pledging my alliance to the rebels.