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Blood went flying in all directions, as body parts, intestines, bones, and other organs moved past me and littered the ground. The man's eyes grew wide as I took the final step that landed me before him.
Before he could blink, I punched him right in the face. Whatever spell he’d conducted was suddenly broken, and the pounding pressure on my head stopped, making me smile in triumph.
The man slowly turned his head to look into my eyes, but my knife was now pinching the skin above his racing heart. The words that left my mouth weren’t English. They were a language known to mages of power - witches and wizards that held the key to unbelievable power. The were the words of olden scriptures, used by that man who’d taunted me again and again for weeks while I lay there on the verge of death after every harrowing session.
"Your ability of Compression will not destroy me. No one will dare take me from this earth until Mother Moon herself has deemed me useless!"
I lifted my knife to stab him, and he didn't move as he watched me intently. I knew those eyes couldn't see me, but I wasn’t a fool. I didn’t think he could hear the rapid thrum of my heart rate or the swift inhales I took, or the feel of heat blasting off me or the charge of magical essence coursing through the blade I was about to stab into his heart.
I expected him to stop me. Any enemy would. But as I lowered the blade, he didn't move a muscle, forcing me to stop as a hint of the blade dug into his flesh, but not deep enough to murder him.
"Why?"
The single word drifted from his lips, and we locked eyes in an intense stare that gave me a glimpse of his desolate soul. Those spheres of black tormented me with hints of confusion, curiosity, and striking lust.
I didn't answer because I knew the reason why I stopped. Why I couldn’t slay him in cold blood like I was sure he’d deserved at some point in his past.
I would never confess how those lost orbs reminded me of myself. The endless despair that would reflect in my own jewels of teal when I stared in the mirror and viewed the image of the woman who withstood it all.
This man had a story to tell. One deeply rooted in the deepness of those orbs that had lost their ability to see.
Vision that was surely stolen from him at the hands of people far eviler than me and him.
My body seemed to lose function then as the blade shattered into specks of glowing embers and my legs that had somehow healed themselves buckled under my weight.
I was caught before I hit the ground, but it felt as though my consciousness was falling and falling. This was a bad sign. I knew it was because I felt the flickering transition that arose and couldn't be tamed.
That being of power that begs to rise and makes even Father quake in horror.
I couldn't stop it now, and I wondered if this would be my final dance with life before I ascended to meet Mother Moon herself.
Only time will tell...
~NEO~
The painthat ignited from the blade that pierced through my flesh caused a wave of light that splashed my dark vision with dramatic hues of color. The energy pulsed in slow motion, enough for me to take in every bit of detail of this woman who should have killed me.
I was still in shock after watching her silhouette of pulsing power rise up. I’d heard her very bones break within her legs when she was tossed off the cliff. I didn't interfere because it wasn't my place, and yet the idea she'd somehow survived and feigned unconsciousness just to try and survive whatever those three douchebags who were about to kidnap her would do…I took a hit to my cold heart.
I wasn't a hero.
My track record of killings was far too high to count anymore, but watching this woman who fought endlessly to live?
It sparked longing I'd never experienced before in my life.
It went beyond the lust that ignited at her perseverance or the beauty of her energy that danced around her body as she fought against my most lethal ability.
I was captivated by the sheer beauty in her eyes that now came into view, the clock ticking nice and slow while I watched the blends of teal blue with hints of turquoise flicker to life. Specks of gold seemed to harvest in those wondrous spheres as the slight tan of her flesh came blossoming through.
Pink strands that harbored multiple threads of white were next to reveal themselves, and I took in the tiny stream of blood that left her nose and cloaked her cut lips of pink. Her body was covered in bruises and cuts, blood trickling from the spots that she cut from her fall and the chase of those who wished to kidnap her.
The way the crop top buttons were undone was enough for me to take in her cleavage and give me that glorious glimpse of her fine breasts. She had a tattoo on her left arm, one that reflected a wolf howling with thick lines all around - cradling the image that must represent a part of her she wished to expose to this world that negatively defined her worth.
The magic that oozed out and danced around her was truly spectacular to take in, the streams of color the very energy I'd tracked down since she left the doors of the training facility. I was supposed to keep an eye on her like we'd been doing since we gave her a warning.
We knew the consequences that would be involved if she caught us, but bigger fish were trying to hunt her down.
Sharks that weren't swimming in our part of the vast ocean.
