With ears to see and eyes to hear vol 18: Cold

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You're here. In this life-altering moment. You have Nicolas half dead in your lap. You are in a puddle of your own liquid waste. The tears and snot streaks are many across your face.

An axe is cutting through your flesh past your shoulder blades but you can't even register the pain or panic as you see your blood fly in mid air.

The bullet is heading straight towards her cheek in which she takes the blade from your skin and slices it in half. She falls over in shock.

She pauses getting up from the ground pointing the blade at the tip of your nose.

"You little bastard. Ha!" She laughs. "You actually tried to do something!"

You didn't respond your gun still poised in the air quite shakily and your mind is blank except for one thought.

'It didn't work. The bullet didn't even touch her.'

You were just striked by an axe and you could feel the blood trickle down and soak your shirt up like a sponge.

She raised her axe declaring.

"I gotta see your head roll down this street for that one North rat." She declared with a creepy smile.

You flinched dropping your gun altogether closing your eyes sensing this is it.. And your life story will stop on this chapter and those two final words are going to read...the end.

You waited for that deciding to open your eyes again to see where your soul ends up.

Instead, you saw a girl descend from the west like a canon only a blur of red was seen and a leg sent the axe flying were it got stuck on the wall  on the other side and the blonde killer is kneed in the chin. The sound of a broken mandible fills the air as she's sent flying down the street.

She quickly recovers back flipping and stilling her propelling motion with her hand. She stands up with her cocky smile a couple of teeth missing. She takes her crooked chin and puts it back in place.

You look at the person who attacked her. It was a woman who had spiky red hair down her back and she wore a tight green dress with black boots. You couldn't see the front of her but you could tell she wears glasses when she readjusted them. You could hear the sound of a tag clanking against her full chest.

You knew this lady was nothing to play with and had to be faster than your bullet. She had no weapons like Nicolas and other tags meaning she had no reason for them her fists and legs are good enough.

She wordlessly motions with her finger for the blonde murderer to come at her.

She has a creepy smile and her blue eye enlarged so much you thought it was gonna bulge out of her socket.

You catch her flying down the street while the red-head stayed flat footed in a fighting stance. The hunter kicks her in mid air and she simply dodges it by turning and punching her in the face.

The fighting becomes rapid at that moment meeting each other blow for blow. Your human eyes couldn't follow but it seemed like from the marks and black eyes that the hunter didn't have a chance. Before you knew it she was uppercutted straight in her gut propelling her upward to one of the buildings.

The ginger was still in her fight stance as she came back down to try and land on her feet. She swiftly leaped raised her feet and crashed her straight into the ground were the street crumbled from her sheer power.

'We're safe. Thank God.' It was only after you came to this realization that your eyes felt heavy and it was hard to stay awake. You're sight went from dark to light for some reason she's able to grab her feet and slam her to the ground. She tries to retreat after that leaping and crawling up a building with the ginger following suit.

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