Her hands turned into fists and slammed the ground. ---Get up you two! I need you now than ever! Please... She heard footsteps get closer, when they stopped in front of her she raised her head. Blood ran down her face, some of it dripping into a small puddle. The man forced his face into hers, "What's wrong, doll face? Cat got your tongue???" he said chuckling. His leg rose a bit then kicked her across the ground making a path of destroyed floor. She coughed of blood after hitting the wall. He laughed once more, "What!?!? You're so weak! Don't even try your preciouses boy friend didn't even lay a hand on me! And you, you think you can, learn your place you bitch!" he said. She slowly stood while arms shaking, feeling like falling over again she placed her back against the wall. She looked at her self, seeing torn clothes and blood pouring out. (Damn it...!) She murmured to herself as tears fell. Her boyfriend raised his head, "Shut...up, bastard....!" as she watched the guy who kicked her stomped his head into the ground making blood spurt out from the impact. Her eyes closed saying in a low voice, "Stop....please..." He looked at her, "What did you say? Pour thing can't say anything, so useless! What if I try to provoke a better response?" he said chuckling louder. He continued stomping her boy friend's head into the ground making more blood cover the floor. She began to fall into tears, watching this unfold, she did not know what to do, her brain couldn't think. Her tears mixed in with the blood making it smear down her face. He laughed more and more while she watched, something sparked in her heart. After a few minutes of tears she felt her blood boil within her veins. She gritted her teeth, in a full throat full let out a huge pile of rage saying, "STOP IT YOU F#$%ING BASTARD!!!" He stopped and looked at her, "What a dirty tongue, girls should never speak like that..." he laughed while walking towards her. She looked down feeling the rage boil throughout her body like a burning inferno. As soon he was close she looked up at him, and he almost showed the horror that went through his spine. The look of pure evil echoed through her face. Eyes pure dark red, pupils like a snake. Then she punched him in the chest, then he laughed. But slightly after regretted it. He flew towards the door smashing it and slammed into the wall outside in the hall. She walked forward, with a devilish smile sprinted forward slamming her knee into his stomached making him cough up blood. He said in fright," The hell are you! You're no girl or maiden, you're a monster! A damn demon from Satan!" She slammed her opened hand through his chest, making sure to hit the mark of the heart, then gripped his heart firmly in her hand. He coughed and gasped. She looked at him with a evil grin then whispered, "Demons are the ones who protect the world. People like you are nothing more than hell's pawns to begin with... ROT IN HELL!" Then she ripped out his heart with blood pouring from the severed cords. Blood poured from her hand, she watched his lifeless body hit floor in a pile of blood. She then licked her hand and laughed. She then realized what she done. Watching the blood drip she dropped the heart and backed up. "I-I didn't...." she said slowly touching the cold darkened wall, then slowly slid down it touching the floor in silence.
She stared for awhile, watching the blood ooze out and fall into a splat of paint on the ground.. Watching the body turn pale. She began to cry, not knowing what she done. She thought it over trying to give a reason, (It was to protect... Nothing more...) More echo through out her head (You're a demon! You slaughter someone! Ripped them to shreds! No one will like you after this... Alone forever...). She began crying and whimpered while placing her head into her knees. She was shaking, cold harsh sweat dripped from her head to the floor below them. Footsteps echoed, she flinched to them. She looked up slowly and saw her lover stand above her, he gripped his arm and whipped the blood off his mouth. He crouched and rubbed her head, "It's fine... It's over, we won.. Don't think too much of what you-" she cut him off. "I killed someone! My hands are covered in his blood! I-I'm a horrible human being!" she whimpered loudly and began shaking more. He kissed her head, "It'll feel like that for awhile, it's normal. Please lift up your head..." he said as he hugged her. "Listen, the truth is... I didn't make it..." Her head lift quick, "W-what....???" her eyes widen, "N-no... no...no,no,no,no,no,no,NOOOO!!!! You can't be!!! I TRIED SO HARD TO...!" she trailed off and began screaming and crying. His eyes closed and began rubbing her head, then placed his hands on her cheeks when she stopped, "Listen right now isn't the best time for that! Listen, this place at the moment will be gone, the portal is opened as we speak, you need to leave, please. You need to get back safely, just leave . Please hurry!" She go up wiping her tears, "but what if?-" "No! It'll be pointless you know this, when someone dies that's it don't think crazy right now!" She nodded and they ran through the hallway. She panted when they hit the outside world, Her boyfriend motion her towards the portal, it was close. After she regained her breath they went towards it watching the ground crumble. They reached the portal; and gave final goodbyes, then separated.
Thirty Years Later....
She stood tall gazing over a grave stone she made her self for her boyfriend. Her name is Naomi, a strong willed person that had a burning flame itching upwards, but she was able to control this flame into a power that flowed outwards. In the mist of the years she was determined that revenge was needed. She lost and won, losing an eye, scars that looked like burned marks. She lost the will to cry a long time ago, her face is expressionless and cold, her black hair flowed slightly with a pony tail. Her eyes had a look of death. Cold, dark and a sense of evil. "I..." she whispered "....Will get every single one of those bastards..." her voice was cold and harsh. Loosing all of her family before hand then loosing the only thing that kept her alive made her soul into a devil. The dark nature sprouted out into a monstrous human being. She helps, but it doesn't seem that it's the will of the people, but she knows it's better to help innocent people and kill the evil. Lately creatures were popping up. She battle them, some the same size of her, some that were huge and covered the landscape. Her blood stains the ground yet keeps going, not caring how much blood is being lost. Rain began to pour on her head, she put her jacket on her head and shoulders, never once ever placed her arms through the arm holes, she managed to use some magic to keep it from coming off her shoulders. She turned and walked down the path back to a village she was staying at. A light echoed through the village, the time of day was night around Ten. Some people were hanging about, outside there houses or finishing up shops for the night. She walked hanging her head, she's been feeling a bit sick lately. She sneezed, "Damn this weather..." she whispered, the she walked up the steps to a rented house. She opened the door and entered then flip a switch that lit up the room, a bed in the corner, just her size, kitchen area with island, bathroom with door, has a bathtub and other utensils. She lifted her hood and placed the jacket on the chair next to her bed. Then grabbed her luggage she brought, taking out her night time clothing, then walked towards and in the bathroom. She placed her clothes on the sink and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was dirty with dirt on her cheek and blood stains on the opposite side, this was from a battle at the grave yard from before. She took off her shirt and gazed at the burses and scars. She coughed and placed her shirt in the basket, then finished undressing. She then hopped in the tub and ran the warm water plugging up the drain and letting the tub fill up towards her chest.
She let out a sigh and took down her pony tail. Her hair hit her back and some of it down the front of her face. (What is the meaning of all of this...? Fighting....? I want to take a break...but...people need me....I can't let anyone get hurt, I can't let these damn bastards hurt anyone....my boyfriend, nick, sacrificed himself so I can live...) Nick a powerful person, protected everyone, killed more evil than any other hero, yet lost in a battle that was predicted, he knew that he will loose, he protected Neomi from death, he trained her for the moment if he died, his life ended in hope that she could protect. His spirit stands by her side watching her every accomplishment. Wishing he could be next to her, but knowing she is well and alright was fine by him. Her hands cupped in the water and lifted towards her face, washing off the blood and dirt. She then lifted her knees towards her chest and gazed at her face in the rippled water. (What did I...do....to deserve this pain?... My heart hurts every time I hear his voice in the back of my head. I miss him, he hugged me when I cried, but...now tears don't flow, it's more anger than anything else... My tears are dried up... Hopefully I can rest for tonight...) She began washing herself then after this she got out dried up and wore her sleeping wear. The clothing was a black tank top and simple under garments. She rubbed her head a groaned at the headache producing from her skull. She had a pouch on the sink and opened it, grabbing some medicine. She filled the cup next the fossette with water and took the medicine.
She then walked out of the bathroom, after cleaning it up. Then walked towards the door gazing through the peep out double checking, then locked the dead bolt. She flipped the switch turning off the lights. The moon lit up the area of her bed and she walked towards it, then sat on it. Then laid on her back staring at the celling and covered her self up. She felt the warmth of the blanket around her, she sighed and enjoyed it for a bit. She whispered, "Goodnight Nick...." she said with a sigh and turned towards the wall and slowly drifted to sleep.
