Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 27, 2009 22:40:12 GMT -5
Chapter Fifty-Five – Perception
Across town Chris pulled an athemé out of a young woman. She glared at him with dark eyes blazing. “I won’t die that easily, traitor.”
“Me?” he scoffed. “How about you, a demon and a darklighter who helps people? It’s pathetic.”
“Clearly, you wouldn’t understand,” she spat back as blood bleed out of her stomach. “Those demons don’t know any about love. I was different, so they tried to drown me. Guess who could orb out. I was a baby and they tried to kill me.” She looked down at the blood gushing out of her torso. “I won’t let you get the satisfaction of doing what they never could.”
He snorted. “I don’t think you have a choice. I’m going to see you dead and I’m going to have that interesting power of yours.”
She shook her head. “Not a chance. I can’t let someone like you have it. I can’t let you have that power. I’ve never seen an aura like yours.” She forced all her energy into grabbing the athemé out of his hands. Before he could react she activated the athemé and sucked the powers it had absorbed into her. Using one of the powers held within it, she formed fire in her hands and used it to melt down the athemé. She slumped down to the ground dropping the now useless athemé. She looked up at him and through gritted teeth she struggled to breath. “I was wrong. You will kill me.” She shook her head slowly and gulped. “You won’t get my powers though.” And then she stopped fighting and breathed her last.
Chris scoffed and kicked her dead body. “Stupid woman. I may not have your powers, but I will make you regret fighting me.”
The dead woman didn’t respond.
Chris sighed as he picked up the melted athemé. “You had to go and make this hard.”