Spirit of the Wolf

Chapter 27: Lisa

I stared at the fallen tree before me. My heartbeat slowed, blood rang in my ears. I was frozen in time, the scene that my eyes had just witnessed played over and over. Always coming back to the image that I am staring at, at this moment in time. My best friend's brother had just sacrificed himself to save me, just a human, nothing special in particular.

   "J...JJ..." I whispered out weakly. I tried once more, but that was all I could muster to come out. There was a rustle to my left, and then a groan. A boy with brown hair stood up from the newly made tree stump. He stretched and cracked his neck.

   'Why does he look familiar?' I asked myself.

   "Ouch, I got to admit, that hurt like hell." He rolled his shoulders and looked around. As he saw the tree, a sinister grin began crawling onto his lips.

   "Well, it looks like he took care of himself without me having to lift a finger." A bone-chilling chuckle rumbled up from his chest. As my brain started to process everything, I swiftly snached up my dagger that had fallen a few inches to the right away from me. Having a firm grip on it with my right hand, I quickly stood up from the fallen position I was in.

   "It...It was You who shot Loretta! You were the one who JJ was fighting! It's your fault that they are gone!" I shouted out, finding myself in a fighting position. It was all a blur from when Loretta and JJ had a runin with him. I was mad at myself for not recognizing his face the second he stood up.

   "Why the hell are you here! Your supposed to be dead! A hit like that should've killed you!" I yelled at him, clutching my dagger tighter, turning my knuckles white.

   "Now, now, let's not jump to conclusions. Your buddy over there underestimated me, HA!" The boy joked mockingly. My jaw clenched at his remark.

   "I'm not just a ordinary human." He said with a smirk, "your friend here had no chance against me."

   "Oh please, he would've kicked your ass." I spat bluntly, "and since he is not here, I will have to do that for him." I readied myself. Bringing my dagger to my side, I built up tension in my legs, waiting for the right time to charge. I saw my chance, and took it. I sprung forward, heading to the side of him, I charged for the tree next to him. I jumped, and in one, swift movement, both of my boots hit the side of the tree with a soft thud. I then pushed myself from the tree, heading straight toward this stupid boy. I swung my silver dagger, bringing it around to stab him in the shoulder. I aimed it precisely, but found myself missing the target. I rolled across the ground, saving my legs from taking shock on landing. I landed in a squatting position, my left hand on the ground, my right holding the dagger out. I stood up quickly, ready to attack, or to defend.

   "Missed me," I heard from behind. I swiftly lunged forward then rolled on impact a couple of feet right before he could get a hit on me. As I looked up, I was glad I had gotten out of the way. In his left hand, there was a short, iron dagger, that he probably would've stabbed me with.

   I regained my balance, and charged at him again. He moved out of the way, but I now know his movements. I stopped, sliding and inch or two at the sudden cease of movement. I turned around and lunged forward, swinging my weapon at him. A splatter of blood came across my hand and dagger, as I successfully made a deep cut along his shoulder. I heard him take a sharp intake breath at the sudden pain I caused him. As I was in the air, I spun in a circle. With as much force as I could muster, I kicked him flat on the back, the impact pushing me away a few feet. He fell to the floor forcefully with a loud thud. Once my feet hit the forest floor with a small tap, I lowered myself once again, preparing to attack if he got up and tried to do something.