After The War

Stained Grass

Now
Jeremy

As I was walking back to the bus I weirdly couldn't stop rubbing my now smooth cheeks. It had been such a long time that shaving hadn't been much of a problem for me. I hadn't even cut myself. A smile made its way on my face and happily I made my way home.

Everything seemed to be alright with the world at that moment.

As the bus started coming into sight I could hear fighting noises but even that didn't change my mood much. It wasn't anything unusual to come home to and Kyla could handle herself.

Leisurely I strolled towards the bus my thoughts still on the how many inconveniences I could avoid now that I had shaving cream. Of course I could have grown a beard but it was hot and itchy and neither Kyla nor I liked the way I looked with my face hidden in hair.

I arrived at the back of the bus shielding me from whoever wasfighting in front. That way I couldn't see anything either, but atleast like this I wouldn't be too much involved.

I appreciated a good fight as much as anyone else, but right now I wanted to continue to revel in my new-found cheerfulness.

Still, as I climbed up the bus, I kept lying on the roof for a few seconds to assess the situation.
I considered my weapon arsenal. I had one knife on me, which ordinarily would have been enough, but there was a chance that someone had visited, who I didn't necessarily need to meet today.

The fight seemed heated and messy and it was hard to tell who was fighting whom. It seemed to mainly consist out of men.

For a moment relief flooded me. No matter how strong Kyla claimed she was, if she'd been in a fight alone with Jack and Jill I would have come home to find her dead and the bus taken.

I had seen enough of the fight to know I wasn't needed and so I let myself fall through the hole in the roof, onto the floor.
Two little shrieks welcomed me and suddenly I was looking into the eyes of two scared kids.

I wasn't easily surprised or dumb founded but for a moment I just stared at them.

They were eating my birthday present. Great.

Kyla would use this as another reason why she needed to return to the Lost City. That was just what I needed today.

For a while both parties simply looked at each other in silence until I said, "I hope you know she'll gut you for this."
With that I moved towards one of the windows and looked outside.

My mood had a visible dent in it now and my worry-free attitude had vanished. I sighed. With the two brats in here I couldn't even relax.

Kyla was fighting about estimably ten big, muscle-packed men.
She was grinning and I rolled my eyes at how easy it was for her to enjoy a fight in which she was clearly outnumbered.

"Boys, boys", I could hear her say, as she thrust her knife into one. "The bus is way too small for all of you! You're going to have to fight each other for it, afterwards!"

I didn't yet know whether her intention was to kill or or just incapacitate them, but from the look on her face it was probably the former.
They were definitely out to kill her and if I was honest I didn't know what we would do with ten hurt men lying in our front yard.

Kyla moved swiftly and as I looked at her I could see her dancing. This wasn't a fight. It was a dance.
And Kyla was leading.

Kyla ducked under one of the men's swords, pulled out her knife and quickly killed him. The next man came running towards her but she dodged him easily, as well.