Masky and Mara

Mara

I grin, watching my torturer's life fade from his eyes.
"Mara," Noah warned. "MARA!"
I turn ever so slightly, and lose my focus and bloodlust. I scream and jump backward. "No! No! NO!"
Blood pours from the rapist's nose and he passes out, dead I can't be sure.
"Mara!" Hissed Noah. "Shh, shh it's okay."
"No, no this isn't right. Noah, leave."
"Mara, I'm not just gonna leave! Mara, are you listening? Listen to me, we will learn to control your ability, this isn't your fault. It's the gene. Not you."
I shake my head back and forth, fast and frantic.
"No, no, no, no!"
A figure emerges from the city's streets and into our alleyway.
"Trouble in paradise?" He purred.
My head snapped up. "What do you want?" I subconsciously lifted my body upward, the way a cat would when threatened. I'm aware I'm not threatening looking at all, but my brain thinks people can sense it.
He was masked, I couldn't tell who it was, or what they wanted. All I knew was that it wasn't friendly.
A hooded creature looking thing followed from behind, and I sucked in a breath.
I started to focus, and Noah put his hand on my shoulder, "Mara, no.."
"Mara is her name?" The masked man said. "Hand her over."
"You're mad." Noah glared. "Never."
"We want the girl," the hooded creature growled. "Give her."
Masky pointed a gun at Noah.
"No!" I screamed. "Don't hurt him! Just don't! I'll go, I'll go."