Crimson

Chapter 12: The Boy Underneath The Cloak

Hannah's Perspective:

While the figure took his non-dominant hand and reached upward toward his face he grabbed and pulled back the hood of his emerald green cloak. As he did so, my eyes were immediately drawn to stray pieces of dark hair that began to fall out from underneath the hood. I watched the pieces fall from underneath the hood, but what I didn't expect was his hair continued to fall down toward his chest, getting longer and longer by the second. When I looked away from the boy's long hair toward his face my stomach dropped and I could hardly breathe. Standing before me was no boy...

It was a girl...

The girl's eyes were a rich, chestnut brown, similar to the fallen leaves that covered the ground. Her dark hair fell just above her elbows, holding soft waves within it. She stood tall, almost an inch or two taller than me. Her complexion was flawless and her overall appearance would be sought after by any girl that laid eyes on her, making them fume with jealousy at her near perfect looks. She was the definition of beauty, at least on the outside.

She eyed me with her golden orbs and suddenly swung her sword only an inch in front of my face. Taken by shock, I stepped back to keep my balance and avoid her swing. I swung my sword back at her, only for her to deflect it. She quickly spun around and sliced her sword through the air close to my face once more. Taking in deep breaths I did my best to focus, but she was too fast. One after another her sword sent wisps of air near me, only making me continue to step away from her. Her sword clashed against mine as I tried to strike once more.

It was now that I was close to her and could truly look into her eyes. They were fierce and focused directly on me. But what made me uneasy was how cold they appeared. Despite the warm red and green colors swirled within them, they were lifeless and bleak. She pushed me away from her and whirled her sword in my direction. This time I successfully blocked her sword. But as I pulled away and attempted to strike she had already veered away and avoided it. Any time I attempted to swing my sword remotely near her she deflected it. It was like she knew my every move...It reminded me so much of someone else I knew...

I stepped back once more, keeping my eyes locked with hers. But as I did so I felt something push the back of my calf forward and underneath me. Suddenly, I didn't feel the ground below me. I fell flat on my back as the girl had tripped me with her foot, making me drop my sword. As I landed on a ground with a thump the leaves around me blew outward. Feeling sharp pains course through my back I just barely opened my eyes. I looked toward the sky momentarily as I tried to comprehend what just happened. Clenching my fists I sat up and leaned back on my elbows, looking up at the girl standing above me. The Lost Boys observed quietly and intently, other than the murmurs that were being exchanged amongst themselves. The dark haired girl took a few steps closer until she stood directly in front of me.

"I'm just a lost girl..." she spoke, her eyes staring directly into mine. Her voice was smooth and pleasant, yet it seemed almost fake, or as if her voice wasn't used to being used very much. I inhaled and exhaled deeply as all of the Lost Boys' eyes were on us. They observed my defeat and my obvious embarrassment up close. I wanted to hide from the fact that I was easily defeated after I was so confident in myself.

"I'm Lea" she continued. Sheathing her sword, she outstretched her hand toward me, offering to help me up. Looking up at her I felt a sort of animosity towards her. First, she acts all tough and beats me to the ground, then she pretends to be caring and offers to help me up? I see right through her. I see right through all of the fake people I meet, and I can already tell she's one of them. Declining her offer, I rudely stood up on my own and turned away from her, beginning to storm into the crowd of Lost Boys.

"Seems like you have quite the trouble swallowing your pride."

I stopped in my tracks as her voice rang throughout the silent forest. Any and all murmurs amongst the Lost Boys immediately ceased. Turning my head I glared back at her. Who the hell does this girl think she is? Without considering the consequences I stormed over to her. Feeling my blood begin to boil in my veins like burning magma I raised my hand, ready to smack the cocky expression off her face. But before I could even build up any momentum the girl quickly grabbed ahold of my wrist with her right hand and clamped down on it. I hissed as the amount of strength this girl had was shocking and alarming. When I tried to pull away from her she gripped my wrist harder and scowled at me.