Shadow's Dance (V3)

Chapter 8: A Glass Full Of Venom Of The Viper

A wall lifted up that separated the two rooms and almost instantly the two gravitated to one another as Iwix came in. Instinctively Jane pulled Herring back with an arm.

"What are you planning? What's your endgame little sheep." He growled. "You have things that they wouldn't what to know about. Think of how the'd react to knowing what you really mean to Nick."

Jane swiftly pinned him to the wall with burning eyes. "I'll take you out so quickly that you couldn't even scream before chocking on your blood." A sharp blade pressed against his shoulder blades. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't."

"You're a bird with broken wings, I can fix them."She pressed harder. "You need the public, we can get you that." The blade disappeared when he turned around to face Jane and so did Herring.

"We aren't birds of a feather and you aren't my cage." She hissed. "You know the capabilities of both of us and we know about you. We both have leverage against one another yet do we know each other's goals?" Something peaked out of her suit near her jaw.

Iwix pointed to his own neck to mirror where it was. "I don't think you have much time left to play that game." His smile mocked as her own disappeared.

Her hand reached to stroke it like a unknown wound. "I can keep it under control. Besides, why should you care?"

He clicked his tongue against peal white teeth and circled to her back. "We both know that's not how it works." Iwix tranced the outlines of her shoulders. "You have too much going against you. You have faults and cracks that only get worse over time. You have only one thing going for you." His fingers coiled around her collarbone. "The illusion of power." They tightened and took her breath for a moment.

The sound of a rattle snake echoed through the room and Iwix let go. "I suggest that you approach with caution dearie, don't want you to get hurt." She spat out like venom in her mouth. " I have walls to build and riots to quell, Iwix, take my offer or get out." Jane stood still and showed no reaction, just a clay faced demon.

He gave a single short huff. "Fine."

Disappointed, Herring faded into view and grumbled. Jane still glared at him. "What will it be?"

"Well," He pulled up a chair. "...I still don't believe this act."

It was like a rat trap snapped back, Jane flew from her position to swing Iwix down to the ground. He scrambled nervously and exaggerated his fear with false please. Jane rose her scythe and it formed from the air above her head. Her grip was tightened on the weapon. Just before she swung the door slammed open.

She was pinned down to the floor and unable to use her hands as well by two men. Another person held her feet and chest down as she tossed in a fruitless struggle. There faces soon came into view, Scott, Quint, and Mae, while Iwix rushed out of the room. Jane couldn't see what happened to Herring though. She let her grip go from the scythe as it disappeared, taking in deep breaths. A small prick and she abruptly felt the effects of it. Her limbs wouldn't respond to her mind racing and trying to get out. Jane's eyes felt heavy, in a few seconds she couldn't keep from drifting off. As her mussels relaxed they released from their position.

Jane's eyes closed into blackness.

Both of them snapped open.

Lines of pure energy carved themselves into her suit and her skin. Her horns even glowed at the tips while producing more and more waves of heat. She got up like a puppet attached to strings, her glowing hand pointed infront of her with the palm facing away from herself.

Herring stepped infront of it. "Sharp as daggers." Her hands were balled in fists. "Killers like guns."

Jane's palms dimmed. "But we hold the triggers." She blinked and gripped her head before looking back at Herring. "It's getting worse isn't it?." Her eyes turned back and the blue disappeared from her horns.