Rewriting Seven Years

15. Her

"They got away," Makurow explained to Thresh.

"Sorry we couldn't make it but the lava cut off our path—we aren't as fast as you," Thresh explained his side of the story.

"Luckily the Darkness's minions didn't either," Snake reassured. "But enough about that—someone is waiting for us."

"Is she really?" Thresh asked clenching his shotgun.

"It's time to hunt," Snake cheered.

"She's not an animal," Makurow sneered.

The three brushed past burned trees and over hard rock. Makurow dragged his sword on the ground, he fidgeted with his gun burrowed into his skin, aggravating his nerves. Thresh walked beside him, five inches taller than him. With his gun stowed on his shoulder, held in his hand. Snake hobbled beside Thresh, shorter by a foot from Makurow.

Makurow had lost his anger for Snake since he helped Makurow recover from losing his left foot, but Makurow still didn't trust him. Explained by the fact that he placed himself on the opposite side of Thresh.

They hunted a monster, long and white. Veins clear as day embedded in her bone, and her bones strong as Makurow's titanium skeleton. She had a long head with pointed fangs—a bone stuck out the back of her head, like a pole with spikes, stretching to the bottom of her back. She walked on all four, on the needle point of her bonny spike arms and legs. She called herself 'Kirama', told through whispers and hisses spoken through her mind to her victims.

Snake met her a while back. Unlike Thresh, Snake, and Makurow, birthed from stone statues of light, Kirama crashed down from a meteor, and crawled out of her shell as a zygote, then absorbed the entire light in the statue behind her. Snake tried to introduce her to the power of darkness and tried to bait her to wish for the power, but instead she attacked Snake, beating him down to the ground. She repeated the word 'mission' to Snake as she tried to kill him, Snake finally felt scared. Snake luckily escaped into the forest of Darkness and healed himself from wounds inflicted by Kirama.

Snake wanted her dead, so he invited Thresh to tag along—Makurow felt obligated to join. Without the forest of Darkness Snake felt threatened and unsafe.

Passed the burnt forest, a path of clear cut trees followed. Trees lied on the ground beside their stumps. The three followed this path. Makurow investigated one of the trees' stump. The cut was jagged and irritated, clearly not cut with one swipe but with multiple swings with something bigger than Makurow's sword.

Kirama waited at the end of the path, clearly waiting for the bunch. She stood tall on all fours, taking the same appearance of a four legged spider.

"So this is Makurow and Thresh?" Kirama whispered. She whispered but the three could hear her miles away.

She had a keen eye sight, being able to see the three before they could see her.

"Who said that?" Makurow asked pointing his gun into the air.

"Where is she?" Snake asked squinting his eyes.

"Over there." Thresh pointed his gun towards Kirama down the path.

The three carefully approached Kirama.

"Mission... Mission... Mission..." she repeated, as if trying to calm herself over the word.

"What are you talking about? 'Mission'?" Makurow asked, yelling far away from Kirama.

"I can hear you when you talk softly," Kirama whispered. Whispering breaths and animal hisses crowded Makurow's mind, making outside sounds inaudible.