The Heroine [COMPLETED]

6. Rain

AT FIRST, IT WAS ONLY A FEW DROPS. THEN IT STARTED POURING. ALEXANDRA GALLAGHER was watching through the windowpane. "It's raining."

"I can tell." Brett replied. "And so we did not succeed in bringing him back. How are you going to face Master Kent." Alexandra looked at him, her eyes filled with disdain.

"Which one of you guys can beat me in a duel?" Brett rolled his eyes.
"Alexandra Gallagher, not everything is about winning and losing. Plus, you haven't dueled with Felix. If you can win him, then you'll earn my respect." Alexandra looked away, as she intently watched the rain droplets land on the floor and bounce back a bit as it got repelled by the force of the ground. Wonderful. From afar, she saw a blurry figure walk past, it was a tall...male. One with a slightly hunched back... Alexandra didn't pay much attention. He seemed to be limping.

All afternoon, Alexandra watched the rain dropping, not knowing what she was doing. She was most likely just killing time. She honestly had nothing else to do, until, through the hazy windowpane, Alexandra saw a blurry figure walking forward. Who is it? Who can it be? Alexandra walks forward to open the heavy doors and almost immediately, rain starts blowing in her direction. Grabbing a umbrella, Alexandra walks outside to meet the person. As she walks forward, his contours become increasingly clear.

"FATHER!" Alexandra exclaimed excitedly, as she speeds forward, only to see her father fall down onto the ground in slow motion. "DAD, DAD." In shock, Alexandra drops her umbrella with slightly shaking hands as she takes her father into her hands. He wore a black raincoat, which made his face ten times paler in contrast. No blood, no cuts, no injuries. Alexandra shakes her father as tears, mixed with rain starts strolling down her face, little by little. "FATHER, WHAT HAPPENED?" Alexandra screams. General Gallagher, holding out a shaking hand which held onto a turquoise key, mutters six words.

"Give t-to... the one with r-r-egal blood." With the last word, his eyes, very slowly, closes. Alexandra's lips  remain a tight line. She was used to death. Almost. She clutched tightly to the key, as if it was the most precious thing on earth, and held it close to her. The rain pouring down soaked her entirely, Alexandra let the rain pour onto her, so no one could tell that she was crying. It was just the rain, she hugged her father tightly. She couldn't feel warmth anymore. What is this key? What is father trying to tell me? These thoughts flash across her mind, as she tries, very hard to piece something out.

Tap, tap, tap... footsteps come closer and closer to her. Amidst everything, Alexandra looks up, meeting his penetrating black eyes as he staring towards her icily. Felix Fisher. Wrong person at the wrong time.

"What do you want?" Alexandra asks, her voice drowned a bit by the pain that lumps in her throat.

"I agree to a duel with you." Alexandra glares back at him.
"Are you blind? Do you think I'm in the freaking mood now?" Alexandra spats, completely losing her temper.

"This is your only chance." He says casually. Somehow, the duel should've been the least important thing right now. But as anger saturated her, she refused to back off. As she whispers a few words, her Earl 13 materializes. Gently, she lays her father down, took her umbrella and positioned it so that it shielded him from rain pouring onto his face.

As Felix casually held his sword, Alexandra clenches onto it tightly, and aimed her blade precisely at his heart. Then, she charged. Felix held the sword horizontally, blocking Alexandra's furious attempt. Alexandra pushes forward, letting her anger release into determination. Felix Fisher is not the best dueler. I am! Alexandra backs away and attempts again, and again, and again. Felix blocks out all her charges, which were getting more impatient and vicious as he kept resisting with force. Felix, as if getting bored, decides to take initiative. He holds up his sword, and gracefully, flings away Alexandra's sword from her hand.

Alexandra feels a cold sharpness on her neck. "You lost." Alexandra looks at him, with fresh anger, but her body feels like it has been sucked empty of energy. She had never lost a sword fight before. Ever. Not with the soldiers at military camp, not with her teacher, not even, with her father. They had only tied before. Twice, she remembered, that she attempted a duel with her father. She hadn't lost one.

Weary, Alexandra walks toward her father, hoping she can lift her father up and bring him into the room. She wished General Jeffrey was here. Then, the world faded as she collapsed to the ground.

It was snowing today, but update.