Undead || Book 1 || Paranormal

VIII

Kathy's POV

"Logan!" I shouted. The bully pushed me aside along with Andie, whom he knocked to the ground. 

"Awwww, are you girly-girls gonna cry?" He teased. 'Girly-girls' really?

"Ok, that's it!" I finally blew it. "Logan, you have been bullying me, Andie and Akayla since the day we met! And you know what? We. Are. Not. Going to take it anymore!"

He looked shocked, that gave me the courage to continue on. "You call us losers, well time to break it to you, pal: it takes one to know one!"

"Ooooh...." There was a crowd gathering.

"You are just doing this for fun aren't you? Is it fun? Is it fun to torture people just for a good laugh? Huh? Is it fun to make people hurt themselves just so you can brag to your friends that they were so helpless? People take their own lives every day because of people like you, but you are hiding behind a shadow of your own fears.....you are the one who is worthless, you are the one who is a loser, you are the freak! Don't like how it feels right?  Well, time to turn the tables, boy. A giggly blonde airhead is the one taking you down this time!"

I slapped him across the cheek. I can't remember anything after that.

Andie's POV

I heard a metallic swish, like, a sword; but it was coming from Kathy's mouth. 

I looked up in fear, she was attacking Logan with amazing speed; first, she was here, then she was there. Everywhere at once, moving with a speed that gave me a headache, she looked-blurry. 

I was stunned, so were the people around me. We didn't scream, we didn't whimper, we just watched in horror and awe. 

Logan fought back with the same ferocity, but not the same speed, he was caught by surprise, but he looked ready now. He lunged and struck out, favoring offense rather than defense. Kathy balanced the two forces in perfect harmony and started to gain the favor of the skirmish.

This is crazy, I thought, How is Kathy fighting like she has been for a thousand years? This is not her....or is it?

Logan's stamina built up as hers seemed to seep away, but that didn't affect her, Logan had cuts on his arms, neck, and cheek. They looked like claw marks; like that of a bear or a wolf. Kathy was unharmed, she slammed Logan into a nearby wall. How were the authorities not noticing any of this? 

"Kath....." I whimpered.

She looked at me, I was frozen on the spot, my mouth wide open. Her teeth seemed to have sharpened, two of her teeth on either side of her mouth had lengthened and were the sharpest of all; like the tips of a sword.

 Her expression seemed to soften and I could see a glimpse of Kathy, Kath, my Kath. 

But it hardened again as Logan caught her off guard and struck out at her with a knife he seemed to have pulled out of his jacket. How did that get through the metal detector? 

Slowly, the knife grew to a dagger, then a lengthy blade, finally a broadsword. I felt that it simply hummed with energy and power, I felt a greedy sense of longing for that weapon. I wanted it, it was the reason of my entire existence; it is meant to be mine!

I shook my head, no. Why would I want a sword? 

Logan had cut a gash on Kathy's arm, she was bleeding. But it was a weird color.

"Kathy! You're hurt!" I felt like I was just making comments, no real connection at all with this battle, I was just one of the frightened bystanders. I tried to get closer. But I got another surprise.

Her wound was....it was.....

Akayla's POV

I woke up again.

"Urghhh," I moaned. I was in a sitting position, I tried to move but I was restrained by something; I lifted my head to look around but all I could see was blackness.

There was a piece of cloth over my eyes, I was tied with cold chains to a chair, obviously. I tried to kick my legs but they were tied too, the freezing chill of the chains seeping through the thin layer of my leggings. 

My chestnut hair was tied back with what felt like a rope, don't they have hair ties here? No time to think about it for now. My wrists were tied to the chair's arms, it felt cold in whatever room I was in, or it could've been just the chains. 

Escape seemed vain, I think I should just wait to see what happens next. Time for self-reflection; where should I start......oh yeah:

I'm an orphan.