Goddess Child of the Gods' of Justice

chapter 3 discovering powers, getting away, finding clues

*********************************Eliza-Beth********************************************

When I awoke later that day, it was to strange noises outside of my makeshift tent. Curious, I glanced out. There was Jareth and four other men. One with his hand over his mouth, two holding him in place, a fourth was hitting him repeatedly. The sound of flesh and bone on flesh and bone was enough to make me almost lose my stomach. What was I doing hiding? I had to help him.

With a shout, I flung myself at the attackers; kicking, clawing, screaming, dodging and evading their grasps. My body moved like water, smooth and evasive, quick as a whip. Jareth was staring wide eyed at me from the ground. I did not care. I was going to make these men pay for hurting an innocent young man. They were we nothing but filthy knaves, raiders praying on the innocent passer-byes. How many others had been affected by these very men? Had their whole livelihoods stolen in the dead of night, never to be recovered?

With an extra burst of anger, I launched myself into them twice as hard.

********************************Jareth***********************************************

Watching her was like experiencing a raging lightning storm ground level. Her hair flew around her head as if alive, her hands, feet, everything, connecting with deadly accuracy.

I should be up helping her but I am unable to rise. They managed to disconnect both of my shoulders in their man handling. I try to force myself up but it is of no use. I could scream in frustration if I weren’t so afraid of distracting her.

It looked as if she had been fighting all her life. With a deft grab, she had swiped one of the men’s daggers and was giving as hard as she got. One man was down, the other three circling her like hungry vultures. Their anger was palpable in the air. Their thoughts clear on their faces.

Who was this mere waif of a woman who dared to fight them? This thought was clear by the angry set of their lips.

But their eyes? They showed fear. Bone chilling fear as she hit, screeched, clawed all in her reach.

Yet again, it seemed my lack of attention was going to get me in trouble…

****************************Eliza-Beth*************************************************

A gasp, so quiet comparatively to the sounds around me, managed to reach my ears.

Paying half my attention to the ones around me, I look through my peripheral and notice the man I had downed. He wasn’t downed anymore. In fact, he had Jareth by the hair, a knife to his jugular, dragging him backwards away from the scuffle. He was using him as a shield.

With an inhuman shriek of rage, I threw both of my hands out of their own accord, and watched in grim fascination and shock as all the men flew backwards to slam into the surrounding trees, hands covering their ears, and with a sickening thud, slide to the ground, stilled.

I collapsed to my knees, feeling so very drained I could barely raise my head. I hear Jareths’ pained whispers of my name. My hands reach for him, too far away. I feel a strange tingle in my palms before blessed darkness descends.

**********************************Jareth**********************************************

I called her name, desperate to know if she was alright. As she falls, I see her reach out to me. With a shimmer of gold light, I feel my arms pop back into place and the pains that have been constant the past half hour disappear altogether. I rush to her side as she faints, catching her before she hits her head on a rock just waiting to be smashed into.

I cradle her softly and carry her to the tent. It is time to pack up and get lost. We definitely do not need to be around when they wake.

With a smirk, I decide to tied them up and leave them by the road to be found. I’m sure that someone must be looking for them.