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by Shi-chan on Mon Mar 21, 2011 11:11 am
The sound of a man screaming is something none of us are used to. Here, in our painfully normal world, ruled by routine, we know that women scream, and men roar. That is if you can even get them to make a sound. When a man gets frightened, or fears for his life, they tend to return to an early state of brute and expect everyone else to rely on them and their muscle to better the situation. These are the men that lie to themselves. Women are much more honest when it comes to fear. They scream and run. Instinct, one might call it.
See had heard many men and women scream in her short life. Many times, she had been the source of the fear. It was a strange position to be in, knowing that she was made to help humans, and they would probably never find out. Most of them would never even think that they were in danger. The dead lady on the dinner table probably hadn't thought she would be dead by now. Life has an odd way of making you realise that everything you believe in is fake. Perhaps the concept of belief is fake in itself?
"No. It's not." See thought as she slowly glanced around to count how many foes she was up against this time. Usually they moved in packs, like wolves, and in many ways, they could be compared to a wide variety of creatures. They just weren't quite like any of them. Knowing their behaviour like they knew hers, See was wide aware that what she was facing was a pack, four or five, she wasn't sure. They were old, these ones, and had grown large from grudges in the past. They kept mostly to the shadows, and she had placed herself in the light that shone from inside Isa's home. She stood there, her pale skin almost reflecting the light, like the moon would. A gentle and cold breeze blew across the area that now officially was a battlefield, and swept her hair from her face.
In that moment, everything came alive.
At once, the demons moved from their safe haven, they jumped from the shadows, ripping loose from their confining chains, and all ran for See. Their bodies no longer obscured, despite them moving swiftly, one couldn't help but to think how in hell they had managed to stay hidden, for they truly looked as tormented as one would think demons should. There was no beauty in the beasts, there was nothing that could trick the mind, they were not magical and mystical. They were monsters, and compared to them, See looked frail and sickly. Much more than she normally did. Her, with her thin limbs and lack of armour, looked like she would be smashed by the demons. Smashed and torn to pieces. No matter how different they looked, it was a fact that the demons had muscle. Their skin looked like someone had tried to burn them and that their wounds hadn't had the time to heal. Around their shoulders and armpits, the neck and their hips, the skin looked as if it had been stolen from something smaller, and that the demon had attempted to fit inside. It was stretched to the point where it almost burst. Their eyes were dark, and lay deep in their skulls, which were deformed like they had been bent out of shape by a giant with large hands. Their bodies were asymmetrical, looking like they were pieced together by a multitude of other things, almost created directly from idea.
But that was not See's biggest concern. Far away, she heard a voice calling her name, and it sounded so faint to her, that she became scared that it might not even have been there. But she knew the voice, and who it belonged to. It was Isa. Isa, who in this moment where the demons bared their fangs at her, them in mid air, and she finally moving. She lifted her hands above her head, the barbed wire following the movement, becoming an extension of what she was. It looked like the embodiment of whiplash, the wire several metres long, obeying her as their master. Lashing out, swirling and moving like she was part of a grotesque ballet, See showed that she was no mere loon. She was the fruit of generation upon generation fighting the same beings that she now was about to massacre.
Being the guardian of "God" doesn't necessarily make you nice.
The first demon now inches away from her, mirrored her motion, and as she lashed out at it, it reached to grab a hold of her. It's claws almost closed around her skull, as her fingers found the end of the wire, and she knew that it had worked, and that it now reached behind and around the demons head. At once, she jumped and placed one foot in the creature's mouth, mashing the wet, lukewarm tongue between the razor sharp teeth. Then she pulled, stretching her body, and pulling her hands above her head. The barbed wire cut into the back of the demon's head, carving the flesh, and with her next pull, damaging the brain enough to kill it. Blood cascaded from the mouth of the demon as she moved from it, ready to find her next victim, which was closer than she would ever feel at ease with.
It was in moment such as these she was happy that her gloves were plated with armour on the inside. Subtle, but fantastic. She stood face to face with the next demon, feeling it's humid breath on her naked skin, and her right arm was still connected by the wire to her earlier kill. The demon roared at her, laying it's head back for a howl, and an odd yapping sound that somehow resembled laughter. But the few seconds it took for the thing to laugh off was enough time for See to whip her left arm at it, and pull her right arm out at the same time. A crease in the shadows caught her attention, and a third fiend jumped at her, it's claws ready. It hung high in the air, but instead of running, See stared it in the face, just for a second, before nimbly jumping up atop the second demon, and then sliding down over it's back, and pushing it forward, just enough.
It was too late for the third demon to alter direction, so it landed heavily upon it's had been flock member. The grisly sound of bones cracking and flesh being squeezed filled the air, but See could waste no time. She had thousands of years of experience, and now was not the time to take breaks and whip out semi-awesome one-liners. Perhaps they had muscle, but she was fastest, and with that in mind, she wrapped the barbed wire around her knuckles as she crawled between the hind legs of the third demon, making a rather effective pair of boxing gloves. Laying on her back under it, she hit it with all the strength she could muster. In the stomach, in the groin, she wasn't picky about how to kill the thing. Or at least make sure that it couldn't breed normally.
As the blood spattered onto her once more, the demon tried to claw at her to remove her. She felt it's claws dig into her skin, cutting and grazing, and so she pushed it, and tried as fast as possible to get a little distance between them. She shouldn't have been stupid like that, she got too close. She had to keep her own safety in mind.
However, she didn't.
With the demon wounded and weakened, her spirits were raised. She was doing good. It stood still, about ten feet away from her, and as their eyes met, they both thought the same.
"Sudden death." See mumbled, drawing upon every ounce of strength she could find in her body, her task in mind. There was just a few seconds of peace until they moved towards each other at the same time. Nothing happened in slow motion, it was not like a film. What it was, was a display of complete and utter determination. See's face as she lit up the night with her pale skin that had been dimmed by blood, the roar of the demon as it tried to reach her, but abruptly was stopped by her fist crushing it's skull, was what became of those who believe in their own way.
Her breathing was laboured and short, every part of her was tensed up, she was ready to burst into a whirlwind of power, but the last enemy, See had trouble spotting. She stood at the centre of the battlefield, but couldn't find it. Her shoulders had been wounded, and there were more rips on her stomach and side, but none of them looked deep enough to be fatal.
The she spotted Isaac. She froze, her eyes widening, and then it dawned upon her what was happening. A crease in the shadows moved towards him, and the only thing she had time to do, was to scream.
"GET OUT OF THE FUCKIN' WAY! HIDE!"
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