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THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING AND I WOULD APPRECIATE IT IF I COULD GET EVERYONE'S OPINION ON IT. THANK YOU!
She screamed in her fury. Her eyes shimmered with a fiery rage. The air spun around creating a vengeful tornado that whipped her long, dark hair around her body. She began to shake with pure rage, losing control over the demon inside her. Her hands tightened into fists and her whole body tensed as she tried to contain it, finding her efferts useless. Her enemies, the two men standing in front of her, stared at her with a mix of confusion and disbelief. The demon began to emerge causing her hands grow into long, sharp claws and her body to became more lean, formed, and deadly. Her eyes began to glow a deathly red as the tornado around them spun even faster.
She turned towards the men and the demon launched itself at them, taking her with. She landed on one of the men, knoking him to the cold, hard ground. She turned and faced the other man, whos tood there with a sword in his hands. He made a wild swing at her and she sliced the flimsy sword into pieces with her bare claws. He stared at the hilt, shocked, then tried to run. She punced on him before he had even finished turning around. She sunk her fangs into his throaght and ripped it. His body went limp and she threw it to the side, making a dull thud as his dead weight hit the ground.
The first man groaned and lifted himself up until he was standing before the demon. He looked into her eyes as she breathed heavily and wiped the blood from her mouth. He pulled out a gun and aimed for her head. The wind began to die down and she stared back into his eyes. The demon receided back to its hiding place inside her. The man lowered his gun as recognition and disbelief swept over his face.
"Tyler?! I....I thought you were dead!"
"I am."
In one swift motion she unsheethed her sword and thrust it through his heart. He looked up into her eyes with a look of pain and betrayal in his own. his eyes began to sparkle with the tears that were trying to force themselves out.
"Tyler?" he gasped.
"Goodbye Eric," she whispered as she pulled out her sword from his body. She watched him fall to the cold, hard ground and land in a pool of blood. One lone tear excaped down her cheek as the tears began flow on his own.
She turned and fled down a nearby alley and hid in a dark corner. She leaned against a wall as the reality of what had just happened sunk in. She slid to the groound, brought up her knees, rested her forehead on them, and burst into tears. She cried for all her grief and sorrows.
Suddenly she stopped and listened. She heard the sound of footsteps coming in her direction. She shot up and pressed her back against the wall, sword in hand, ready to fight. She tried to look out and see who was coming, but her vision was still blurred by her tears. A figure aproached her hide out, but hadnt seen her yet. She hastily wiped the tears from her eyes.
When she looked up again the man who had been walking towards her was standing right in front of her. She tried to slash his throat with her sword, but was a moment to late. He shot her before she could even make contact. She fell to the ground bleeding and shocked.
The last thing she saw was his boots as he walked back down the alley, whistling. He had left her there to bleed to death in a dark, desolet corner on the cold, hard, dirty ground with nothing but the echo of the gunshot reverberating down the alley for company.
 · Sun Feb 27, 2005 @ 08:54am · 1 Comments |
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