{Glade Trilogy~3} Dreamshaker

{3} Hurricane Silly

In this chapter we see a whole new side to our funny friend Silly. I don't know what to say about her, only to ask you not to judge yet, we don't know what her time in the big house was like -well I do- but the point is, Silly is far more unstable in this book than she is was Skyrider. She is unpredictable and crazy -and not the quirky kind.

Her insanity is darker and more serious in this one, that's why this is PG 13, because some people might not get/understand Silly.

:P I feel slightly mean, but then again I am so much more self aware of how I wrote Sorel in Lionheart it's so weird.

Read On.

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(SILVER POV)

"Scarlett?" Smoothly, monotone. Add that side-grin, and you got a scared student. Wait no; tilt your head to the side, make sure there are shadows obscuring your eyes-

I think a couple of people wet themselves.

Sorel's eyes widen and her grin fades, but that challenging look is still in her eye, "Yes?"

"Would you join me up here, please?" Still calm, remain composed, side grin still plastered on face. My hand twitches to draw her attention to where I'm still holding up the barrier.

She looks at her boyfriend again, for what I don't know, who gives her the warning eyes (probably a wise choice) but she moves towards the ring anyway, ducks under the barriers and stands right in front of me.

She takes her time organizing herself, dusting off her clothes and then making sure to look down at me, demeaning me again by pointing out how short I am.

I clear my throat, dropping the half smile I glare up at her, "Do you know why they name hurricanes after people?"

Her brow furrows as if she's confused.

I continue, "I would like to sit you down in a room and explain to you why. I would like to show you, right now, exactly why hurricanes are named after people." I tilt my head to the side, lowering my voice, "First they ask 'what has the person done in life? You want to know what I've done?"

"No."

"Well, I'm gonna fucking show you." Then I feint to the right, aiming for her shoulder.

She throws her hands up to guard quickly, she's good- but then again I've always been fast.

Her guard is open on the left, and I twist, throwing my leg up to roundhouse kick the side of her neck. She realizes and guards at the last moment, putting both palms on my leg and digging her fingers in, I pause for a slight second as her power kicks in -lighting her eyes red, trying to intimidate but it just makes her look like an alien- and pain flares up my leg.

But I've been enduring pain like this for a long time.

She hasn't let go of my leg, and I push away the pain, using her grip as leverage, I hope my power is working as I leap up and twist again, kicking her straight in the head.

And hit! She tumbles like a stone, hitting the ground hard. She makes a frustrated noise and shoots back up, this time making the first move my backing away and heating up the air around us.

We circle each other, trying to decide who'd make the first move, "I would've done anything to be let out of my torture. I would have gladly murdered anyone, tortured anyone, for the chance to leave." I hiss, making sure no one can hear me. I tilt my head to the side I feel my face flush as the air heats up more, "I've faced my worst nightmares every day -without food, sleep- I went mad."

I spy a chink in her stance; her knee was weak on her left side. I dive towards the ground and strike out at the back of her knee, sending her to the ground again. This time around she wastes no time in getting back up and attacking again, rushing and trying to overpower me with strength rather than smarts.

We grapple, and I hold her arms in a deadlock, "Scarlett Moreau, the hero," I spit the words in her face, "You try and try but every time you go to save someone you crash and burn. The mere fact that Summer Glade is still missing, that half the population have left, your sister rusts at the bottom of the ocean only proves your incompetence."

Here we go.

Quit judging me okay? There is a reason for all of this.

She tries to break the deadlock, but I don't budge, "The truth is, Sorel, that you're weak. You think your past gives you the right to play at being the hero. But that's all you do. You play, you pretend, you speculate. But you only achieve results through luck, well that and by standing on the shoulders of the friends you make-"

Quietly -furiously- she whispers, "Fuck you Silly," She pushes through the deadlock and reaches for my neck, her eyes flaring a vicious red and I make the executive decision to end this game before she accidently attempts my murder.

It has happened before.

She goes for my stomach, knowing that's where I pull my strength from, and I draw the air around me, boosting me up to flip over her head and land behind her. Twisting her arms behind her back I stand there, "this is for the jab at my height-" then I twist more, and she groans, "this is for the jab at me."

"I concede," She hisses through her teeth.

I blink, then with a grin, "what? I didn't hear you."

"I concede!"

I let her go, "and that's why they name hurricanes after people."

The whole class has my undivided attention now; a lot of them have their mouths hanging open. I doubt they heard everything I said, but they are no doubt impressed that I beat their best fighter not once, but four times.

I cross my arms, "First rule of combat; people who have fought for their lives before will try to beat you through ANY MEANS NESSECARY." Then looking at Sorel, "By getting your opponent to think or talk about something that they care about -care passionately about- then informing them that it's stupid or that you don't care -OR that they are bad at it- is one of the best strategies, best used if you have a shitload of stamina. Which I will teach you that before you go back to hand-to-hand."

I consider Sorel, on the ground rubbing her shoulders, "remember the second rule; there is no such thing as honour among thieves, there are no rules and you shouldn't set yourself any if you're trying to win a fight." Then I crouch down and help Sorel to her feet before turning to the class and raising my eyebrows, "Well? I hope you shitheads are getting this down."