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"This is exactly why that fucker screwed shit up!"
"How could she run so fast and fight like that?"
"It's called survival of the fittest! Fuck. She has some sort of magic ability. She could be a witch of some sort."
"What if she's a fae, Sir?"
He was silent for a long moment. "Then we're fucked."
The snap of a branch caught their attention, and mine as well. I forced my eyes to open as they stung and watered. It was still foggy as hell and it felt almost impossible to lift my head, but I did it because I didn't want to perish from this sudden new force that had made its entrance.
"Who's there?!" the leader called out and stepped forward a few steps while the other two got into fighting stances. I tried to move my legs, but I couldn’t even feel them. I resorted to using my arms to try and lift my upper half in preparation for yet another confrontation.
I wasn't going to die without a fight, even with my crippled legs, but when I looked at the person who walked out of the mist, I was shocked to see who it was.
Wait. Isn't that...Neo?
There was the red-haired male, wearing ripped black jeans with a red hoodie. His face was expressionless and he wore his typical black shades that sat low on his nose. His hands were in his pockets and he slowly looked at the three individuals then returned his head to the center, where I was.
The others were too preoccupied to follow his gaze, but I knew those hidden eyes were locked on mine as I slowly gripped the ground beneath me and prepared to fight against him.
Another enemy who wants to take me. I think not.
"Who the fuck are you?!" the leader demanded and took another step forward. "Blind freak. You're on the wrong side of the forest, so mind your fucking business or I'll slit your throat!"
The threat made Neo smirk before he reached up for his glasses. I held my breath as my eyes widened, watching every movement that followed as he gripped the sides of his shades and removed them from his face.
His eyes remained closed, but the three of them seemed to grow rigid as they noticed what looked like tattoos along the lids of his eyes. The ink was a bright red that made it seem as though the tattooed images of magic circles were freshly carved.
When he opened his eyes, it was as though an invisible force blasted before us, enough to lift the leaves around us while my hair whipped upward. I felt the pressure within my head as if something were desperately trying to squish my brains from the inside out.
The other three men were screaming like madmen, the shrill sound of their pain echoing around us as the wind picked up further. I gritted my teeth hard, feeling the trail of blood beginning to leave my nose, but that was nothing in comparison to the three men, their bodies beginning to convulse.
One by one, they crumbled to their knees, blood dripping from their ears as they lifted their heads back, which gave me a glimpse of the streams of blood coming from their noses and eyes. Their heads were denting in on their own, and I began to hear the ripping sounds of bones being crunched out of place.
Their mangled screams struggled to leave their throats as they gasped for air and fell back, continuing to shake uncontrollably. The pressure only continued to fight against me, but I bit my lip on purpose, tasting the blood that came from it.
I'd dealt with this kind of pain before, and the familiarity of it all seemed to change the environment entirely as I was suddenly screaming in the black chair, my arms and legs strapped by leather belts as I begged for it all to stop.
My eyes were on the hidden enemy wearing a red cloak. Standing next to him was my laughing father, who was watching the pain I was experiencing like it was the latest entertainment channel. In the background, within the darkness of his cell, was Onyx, watching the madness.
Sheer horror is in his eyes as I can see the desperation that floods them.
He couldn't do anything, just like me. I was helplessly strapped, left to suffer, feeling that boiling rage that craved vengeance.
Craved salvation.
I was suddenly back in the present with a blink, but the burning power running through my body encouraged me to rise and face this man head-on. I wasn't strapped in that chair with silver chains around my burnt neck.
I wasn't locked in the cell after weeks of starvation and torture. I was still strong. Alive with a beating heart that thrummed for justice. I was filled with the desire to prove myself to all those who thought of me as nothing but a human. I’d show them what I could endure.
What I could survive and conquer.
My body moved on its own accord. Slow, calculating movements that made Neo stare at me in question. His eyes narrowed as if he were readying to scale up his punishment, and it only made me grin wickedly as my eyes stung with so much force that tears were running down my cheeks.
The liquid could have been blood for all I knew, but I didn't care. I suddenly took a step forward. I was sure my legs had been broken moments earlier, and the pain was still fresh and rushing through me, but it was only another reminder of life. Another indication that I was a warrior, pushing through the chains that worked overtime to hold me back.
My target was before me, the culprit of the surging force that now upgraded further to the point where the three men who’d wished to kidnap me were now exploding in slow motion. I walked towards the man with pure black eyes with spinning wheels of red that expelled the source of power booming around me.
