Short Stories

Ebon

 She struck the final blow to the man's head with the end of her rifle. Lifting it up she places it over her shoulder and starts to walk out of the warehouse. Suddenly excruciating pain crawled up her leg. A warm liquid fell down. She quickly whipped around and swung at whatever attacked her. She landed a hit to her attacker, and it was one of the enemies she was told to finish. The man fell to the floor with a thud. I was told to finish the job, so that is what Iĺl do. She raised her gun and aimed at the man's chest. "Descansa bien," she pulled the trigger.

Standing at the exit she waited and took one last look. To find any sign of life. Once she took a step out of the warehouse her leg buckled under her. She hit the snow covered ground and saw red. Damn I just got this new suit. Checking her wound she ripped off some cloth and wrapped it. Shifting her weight onto her gun she lifts herself upwards. Wincing in pain, she limps her way towards her town. She gets to a large tree just outside of her town and reaches inside. Inside there is a trench coat and a bag. She puts on the trench coat and puts her mask and gun inside of the bag. It's dark out and about midnight... I should be able to sneak home without having any townsfolk see me limping. Trying to walk as normal as she could she gets home.

The warm atmosphere of her home embraces her cold body. Limping she makes her way to the bathroom to grab some extra cloth. She drops her bag and coat on the couch; then takes off her boots and socks. Opening a slider door in the back of the house revealed a warm, steamy, natural bath. She went in and sat on a stool; the tore off the whole right pant leg. Grabbing a bucket, she filled it with the water and poured it on her leg. Taken back by the pain she waited a moment, then started to wrap the wound with the cloth. She laid back in the chair, all tension blowing away in the steamy air. If I keep this up I won't have any suit left. She chuckled. Surprising because she doesn't find much humorous. I wonder what will be thrown at me next. A companion? A new calling? Maybe a new life all together? Dozing off she laid there and fell asleep.