Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 13, 2009 10:31:51 GMT -8
SUNDAY---3 A.M.
It was just like any other night for Kevala. She had woken up to the sounds of the voices running wild in her mind. Pain threatening to split her mind in two as she struggled to make her way out of bed and get dressed. She needed to go running. She had to get the voices to stop.
It was becoming a routine for her. About the same time every night she woke up and went running. A pattern in her life that she had not even noticed. Soon however, that realization would come…and it would hit her hard.
Exiting the house, she would make her way out of the drive, through the gates and down the same usual path she had toward the park. Yet something was in the air. Some strange feeling that she could not shake. She found her pace a bit slower as she tried to figure out what was causing it.
~Turn around and go home~
~It is probably nothing. I cannot stop running yet~
~Please go home~
That made her all the more concerned. The voices never said please….never sounded so worried. Yet still she pushed on. She was sure it was just the stress of everything that was happening in her life as of late. That was all.
As she turned into the park, the feeling grew stronger….almost as if somebody was here, yet the emotions she felt were…empty….as though they were…not even really there.
Gods she was losing it.
Suddenly the sound of breaking glass ahead caught her attention as the lights that lined the path began to explode and fall dark. Instantly stopping her in her tracks….
Another light…..another step back…..
Home…she needed to go home…
Turning around to head off in the direction of what she knew to be safe….only to have a fist, seemingly from out of nowhere slam into her face, sending her back as blood filled her mouth.
Somehow she managed to catch herself just as a voice interrupted the silence of the night.
”Well hello there little abomination. It seems your time has run out.”
Instantly those eyes turning to crimson as the words struck a nerve, dragging up memories for years ago. When the first attempt on her life had been made. Her ‘family’ had finally come back to finish what they had failed to do all those years ago it seemed.
Eyes shifting to see a male, at least 7 feet in height looking down at her.
“Are all of you this fucking ugly?”
Another fist thrown at her face, this time using her height to duck out of the way easily as she went at him, slamming her fist into his ribs and another into the opposite side…..sending the male back.
Apparently her family thought to send one of the weaker members after her. Judging by his height, he was still young….probably sent to kill her as a test of some sort. But it was not going to work.
Again he came at her, this time drawing a knife from the inside of his jacket. Oh yes, leave it to the Katashi’s to never play fair. A swipe made, cutting her upper arm in the process. Then another, this one catching her deep in her side. Stabbing through flesh and causing more damage than she had any clue about at the current time.
When he tried again, she managed to kick the knife from his hand. Watching as it landed off to the side of them. Then his fist once more slammed down into her face. Sending her to her knees as blood poured from the wound on her arm and soaked her shirt where she had been stabbed.
“Honestly. They send you? After me?”
She laughed. A dark and menacing laugh as she looked at him. Seeing the rage build in his eyes as he lunged at her again, this time his fist slamming into her face once more and sending her down to her knees.
She could take him, but it would be a long time before she could manage. It would take too much out of her and could end with her unable to get home. Never a good thing. So she let those eyes fall upon the knife, rolling out of the way just as his foot slammed toward her head.
Managing to grab up the knife just as he came for her again. This time she would be the one to use that weapon. Ramming it into his thigh and hearing a bellow of pain from above her. She did not wait, she was up and at him again, this time swiping that knife across his chest…Ducking another blow as he tried to fight back. Never give a small, crazy girl a knife when you are not a match for her in strength…..It never would end well.
Just as he reached down to grab her. She reared back and with all her strength plunged the knife deep into his chest. His rasping and gurgled breath showing she had hit the mark as she twisted the knife inside of him.
She should have felt remorse of some sort for taking another human beings life. But instead, she felt the evil in her stir as she pulled the knife out and again plunged it into him. His hand wrapping about her small throat, cutting off the air supply.
But honestly….was Kev one to give up without a fight? Never. And again she stabbed him…..his grip weakening as he lifted her up off the ground……the knife staying stuck in his chest as he did.
She then would proceed to punch him in the face a few more times. Struggling to breath, gasping for what air she could manage…….thinking perhaps this male would get the job done after all. But then, he started to fall…….dropping her to the ground and sending pain through her body as she felt her rib crack from the impact with the cement.
Coughing and gasping for breath she watched him hit the ground…his own struggle for air heard…..Somehow she managed to find the strength to get to her feet. Moving over to him and jerking the knife out of his chest as he knelt there….eyes staring up at her with disbelief.
She would cough, a bit of blood slipping from her mouth as she spoke.
“Fuck you Katashi…”
Making one swift move to drag that knife across his throat, watching the blood pour forth and then using her foot to push him back, watching as he hit the ground…his blood spilling onto the cement of the pathway.
It was only when he had drawn his last gurgled breath that she would step back, dropping the knife as she pulled her jacket open to look down at the wound to her side. Her white shirt now crimson as she continued to bleed profusely.
She shook her head, feeling the weight of all her lack of sleep, excessive training and loss of blood slam into her. Staggering back a few steps….hand reaching into her back pocket and grabbing out her cell.
Bloody finger slipping as she struggled to push the right button…..she needed help…..she was not so stubborn that she could not admit it…..
As the phone rang, she would wait until there was an answer….
“Come on….Come on…..Pick up”
Speaking to herself as she leaned back against a tree, trying to steady herself……Finally, the reply came on the other end…
“G..Gabriel…I need help…..the park….”
She paused as suddenly eyes fell upon three very large, very pissed off shadows making their way toward her……..SHIT!!!
“Hurry…”
Pure panic in her last word as she hit the end button and stuffed the phone back into her pocket. This was not good. She knew by the size that they were Katashi, not to mention….they never fought fair…of course there would be more if the first could not get the job done.
Problem was…Kevala was slowly bleeding out and against three she knew she stood no chance…..Looking down at her shirt, she would quickly move to zip up her jacket. She could not let them see that she was wounded…if they did, the would go after that area and if would be over before Gabriel ever had a chance to get there.
Nobody would see she was injured….not yet….she had to force herself to suck it up and keep on, had to give him time to get there…….
”Well well well….seems like our little abomination has learned a few tricks….How about we see how she does against us?”
Eyes falling over the three as she drew in a deep and raspy breath….her broken rib sending pain through her with each breath she took…..
Gods let him hurry……
Her last thought as another fist slammed into her face…..This was going to be bad….Very very bad….
