Satan's Dance: Mastery In The Cards

:||: Where My Heart Leads Me :||:

"Look." Okura's tired yawn broke the chain of silence. We had traveled nearly all night on foot. Honestly, exhausting is an understatement. I let my dull eyes follow where she looked, seeing a cute little hut-like building. It was in the middle of nowhere, a big clearing with pretty dancing grass that waved across your knees. Peaceful. I imagined a quick glimpse of what our life would be like outside the walls. Would it be this pretty and secluded? Would it be this safe?

"Why don't we go and see if maybe they will let us in to rest? It's the best option that we have, plus if we keep standing around out here we are liable to get jumped." Okura reasoned. She looked like she was about to fall off her feet. I felt it too. I needed to sit or lay and just sleep off this ache, except my mind needed my body to move, it needed to burn all the raging anxiety out of my system. But at the same time, my body was spiraling deeper and deeper into what felt like an exhausting depression.

"We might as well." I agreed, walking forward on the wide spread field with Okura.

"Move another step and I will put an arrow in both of your heads!" There was a yell. A woman stood on top of the house, blending in well. Okura put an arm out-stretched in front of me, stopping as my hand fell to my dagger since it was small and easy to conceal. Even at the impossible distance, my reflex was to protect myself.

"No, don't even try Lilith." She whispered, "I'm sorry but you can't win this. She is way too far away and has the advantage here." She added quietly. I let out a frustrated hiss and let go of the dagger.

"There they are!!" There was a yell from behind us. Oh no! I know that voice. I thought, Lincoln. The woman yelled for everyone to stay still once again, but this time Okura and I exchanged a simple glance. We both knew exactly what the other meant it seemed like, leading to us both turning on our heels, dropping to the ground and pulling our daggers. Lincoln and his five assassins ran closer and closer from across the clearing.

"One." I counted in a whisper, "two..."

"Three," Okura yelled and turned on her heels once more, facing a guy who was with the anti-academy. An arrow shot and one of the guys near the back fell over with a large, steel arrow burrowed deep inside his chest. But as soon as I turned, my heart fell. I was face to face with Lincoln. This stronger, ripped character swung his blade at me, cutting into cheek. I screamed, punching him and pulling my dagger on him. But, to my dismay he had the advantage on me. Then there was yet another scream and Okura ran up, battle crying from behind. Lincoln's face lit with surprise and he turned, as if he were unsure whether he could risk turning and then as soon as he turned, without any warning, I jerked my hand up and sent the dagger all the way into his side, until the shiny metal had disappeared inside him and the black and blue marvel handle was pushing against his tearing flesh. The tip sank deeper as I twisted the blade, tearing his skin to shreds as the knife rotated with pure force and hatred. The sound of the muscles that protected his rib being gouged only grew louder. His cry was a horrifying sound from a nightmare, guttural chokes were harshly mixed in together with an agonized scream that filled and echoed and echoed the open field. I smirked, and pulled the blade out of my now weak and bleeding victim, a man who had once acted like I deserved the torture and starvation that he gave me, a man who once ripped my shirt from my body and whipped me until my flesh wanted to fall off my back in a bloody masterpiece. He sank to his knees, continuing to scream in agony as his body convulsed and trembling like a rabid animal that had just been slaughtered in the most of unhuman ways and thick blood flowing freely from the gaping hole in his ribs. His life gushed out in all directions before me, crimson squirting up all over me. I turned away as his, nearly absent, plead for mercy broke from his unholy, parted lips. His cries echoed through the field as Okura stared as if I had become so inhuman in my attack against someone who caused me so much pain.