Chapter 5

I am deeply apologetic about the large delay in writing. I went to write this many, many times, but every time I did the draft felt wrong. I have written and rewritten this part at least six times sometimes getting five pages (on Microsoft Word) long before feeling it was quite artificial and scrapping the entire thing. I feel most comfortable releasing this, but I am still nervous. I am always open to feedback and am always thankful for it. 


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    Everyone remained still. It almost felt that time itself stayed still to keep the monster inside Xephyr from appearing. He clutched at the wound in his chest, feeling the blood lightly flow. Although the wound appeared to be shallow, it was just the catalyst necessary for Xephyr to change.

    He had lost control of his hand, another entity moved his body for him. His hand wiped across the wound and moved up to his lips. His tongue flickered out involuntarily and slid up the palm. A questionable look came from both Max and Cylvia, but Adva started to sweat. He knew what was settling in.

    Mmm…your blood tastes exquisite…

    Please, stop Auvyr. Get back inside me! I don’t want you fighting my battles for me!

    I wonder…what would her blood taste like…, the voice inside his head, dubbed Auvyr, completely disregarded what Xephyr said. Auvyr was now in control. He was going to relish his time out.

    “MAX! CYLVIA! Get the hell outta here now!”, Adva barked. They needed to get out of there. If he drew any weapons, they would all be murdered in moments.

    Auvyr licked his lips. His bloodlust was unquenchable, but it could be fed. He slowly drew his swords and focused on Max. As mentally unstable as he was, there was still a high manner of intelligence creeping around in that skull. Auvyr observed the firearms Max had and knew that he posed an immediate threat compared to the swordswoman.

    His eyes and his muscles tightened, ready to leap at his new enemy. Cylvia saw this quite obvious sign and stood between the two.

    “Get out of the way woman.”, she did not respond with anything more than a dark look of defiance. He clicked his tongue and tilted his head hoping she’d move. Her eyes narrowed to match his own. It took very little for him to garner a hatred for it, and she was quickly becoming something he utterly abhorred. Just the mere sight of her face, her sharpened eyes, expressionless but calculating, was enough to drive him mad.

    "If you're so eager to die, you can be next", he licked his lips lavishly. She stood her ground.

    “Fine. If anything this just means I can taste your flesh and blood ahead of schedule."

    Auvyr lurched forward with his two swords thrusting one towards her chest which she expertly deflected, but used the momentum from her reflection to propel a sweep down by her legs. She managed to jump over it, but barely. He continued a spin but sliced vertically downward.

    Cylvia foresaw such an obvious movement and sidestepped ready to exploit the opening he had just made. She swung horizontally expecting to quickly end him. Unknown to her, he wanted her to do that. He planned for it. He knew she would instantly recognize the obvious opening he made and was going to exploit that. He dropped down on all four and as soon as the sword passed over his head, he tackled her to the ground.

    Auvyr tangled his arms in hers and had her in a painful shoulder lock. Although it hurt, she did not scream or even show the slightest hint of pain. Auvyr prided himself on being an extreme sadist; not seeing her show any signs of pain furthered his anger. He pushed farther and farther until he felt her arm pop out of its socket, but even though her muscles tightened up, she still made no expression of pain.

    He looked at her with frightening contempt. She stared back, but made no signs of intimidation. Auvyr spat on her, he was done with her for now. He now had a bigger target to take care of. He looked over to his other enemy, but he was no longer there.

    Max had moved to a different location. He couldn’t find a better shot against his enemy. With how close he got to Cylvia and how quick both of them fought, he couldn’t afford to miss, cripple Cylvia, and be the reason she gets killed. Max moved about, trying to find a better viewpoint, but every time he thought he had a proper shot, Cylvia would move right back into the way.

    Then Cylvia made her mistake. She got knocked down and this monster of blinding speed had her in his control. Max cocked his gun as this beast twisted her arm further and further. He aimed, determined to get him directly in that tormenting smirk. Until a heavy punch to his jaw connected.

    Max, though confused, instantly recovered and pointed his gun in the direction of his assailant. His gun was instantly smacked aside as another jab came straight for his face. He dodged, grabbed the arm, and threw whoever it was over his back. A woman flipped over him, but was able to twist her body to stop herself from falling down.

    She reversed the grip between the two and instead pulled him down. She rocked onto her back and flung him backwards. If anything, he was just as acrobatic as she and was quickly able to regain his balance.

    “That’s it, I’m tired of this shit”, Max said, taking a few large strides backwards and brandishing his gun once more.

    Bang!

    Max went down and crumpled into a heap. His head now had two more holes in it and blood was starting to seep into the sand. Beside the body, a terror stricken Jack stood, quivering, gun in hand.

    Jack had no idea what to think. His mind was blank of any tangible thought, but his emotions ran rampant. He felt disgusted, confused, angry, terrified but above all, and almost paradoxically, empty. He hadn’t taken a life before even though he had been in many battles. His role was always as medic and support. He never knew what it would be like to kill someone, but he didn’t think it’d be like this.

    He doubled over and threw up on the body he had just murdered unable to contain himself. His body started to feel cold as the shock started to creep and swirl through his veins. Jack felt as cold as space; might as well have been space for the emptiness he felt lingering.

    Jack felt dizzy, his consciousness was quickly spiraling out of control. He tried to destabilize himself, but felt his mind slip away. He was close to falling into his own vile mess of regurgitation and blood, but was caught by Skylar.

    “Hey, c’mon now. I need you. You did well”, she looked beyond her troubles with personal contact and held him close, “don’t you dare fall just from that. Nobody here will carry your ass outta here. You need. To get up. NOW.”

    The words rang in Jack’s ears. He remembered that he had to be stronger and abandon his weak self. A warmth started to rise within him as fragility gave way to a stubbornness to continue fighting.

    “Good, good, now get up, Jack!”, Skylar helped him to his feet and slung her backpack over her
shoulders.

    “Wait, I have to ask”, Skylar looked at him, her eyes still as crisp and cool as usual, but the bitterness was not as biting.

    “Is…that how you feel every time you kill somebody?”, he glanced back at the lifeless body.

    Skylar hadn’t thought about it, but was unsure on how she wanted to answer. His eyes were searching, but she her patience was quickly wearing thin.

    “It’ll get easier with time”, is all she said.

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Chapter 4 Final Part

(It's been awhile, I know. Thank you all for your patience. It's been a really busy weekend and I had no idea how to wrap this up. Thank you for all the support you have been giving me and in return, you all have mine.

The story thus far: The Rogues have started to plant bombs in the Egyptian catacombs of Kom El Shoqafa. A team has been dispatched from Revenant to put a stop to them. They have met and begun to fight. So far, Xephyr is in a state of mental instability against two members of Revenant, Damian has quickly dispatched Lucas, and Anya is fighting Hanabi.)

    It continued like that for mere minutes, but at the speed and rate of fire each supplied against the other, it seemed to carry on for hours longer. Anya was getting nervous. She was quickly running out of  ammunition not coming as prepared as she normally would have not expecting an opponent so difficult. She knew that Hanabi on the other hand came prepared with everything she needed.
    “Running out of munitions ne?”, Hanabi asked. Anya’s slowing rate of fire must have tipped her off.
    Anya kept her mouth shut and kept firing. Every moment when Anya believed to have had her in the crosshairs, Hanabi would make the smallest of movements to dodge her projectile. Firing again and again, it made no difference, they all seemed to be repelled.
    Hanabi stopped and smiled. She stared directly at Anya as she raised her weapon one last time and squeezed the trigger.
    Click, click, click.
    Anya swore to herself. They were both aware that she was out of ammunition, and she was willing to bet that Hanabi was still well armed.
    “Take cover de gozaru”, Hanabi figured she could play with her opponent now. She unloaded her half full magazine and refreshed it with a new one while bringing out a second weapon.
    Anya threw her weapon to the ground and quickly dived behind the large structure in the room. Hanabi laughed and recklessly fired off rounds after her. She had nothing to fear so long as she could control the Anya’s range, she was certain of it.
    Anya refused to cower in fear, quit, or surrender. She still had one last trick up her sleeve. She pulled out a baton from a holster usually reserved her knives from attached to her lower back. She pulled out a zippo and lit it on fire and pulled out a large pouch of kerosene from her shorts.
    “Don’t think you can hide back there forever ne”, Hanabi slowly crept around the side, unknowing of what laid in wait for her.
    Anya filled her cheeks of the foul tasting fluid, pursed her lips and waited for her assailant. Timing would be everything.
    “Gotcha”, Hanabi quickly turned the corner ready to fire, but did not expect the fireball that engulfed her.
    “Kuso!”, Hanabi accidentally switched back to her native tongue out of surprise.
    Her over shirt quickly caught flame, but she took it off before she could suffer any major burns. The downside was that she was now more unprotected from the flames.
    “They don’t call me the Fire Breather for nothing. Let’s hope your clothes aren’t made out of polyester or you’re about to go up in flames”, Anya took another swig of kerosene.
    Anya was confident that she could win now. Although she didn’t have the speed or instant death of a bullet, in a smaller room like this, the area she could spray was much larger.
    Hanabi was no longer able to fire anymore. All she could do was roll around and hope that her clothes wouldn’t catch fire. Anya was smart though. With each burst, she worked to get Hanabi into a corner. Hanabi caught on, but saw that she could do nothing. Fear started to creep up into her chest.
    Finally, Anya knew that one last burst would finish the job. Hanabi knew it too. Anya took one last large swig and blew out as hard as she could. Hanabi no longer able to dodge took a blind shot. The bullet hit Anya in her collar bone and passed straight through. That one shot caused her to grimace and turn her head in pain and stopped the flames from enveloping Hanabi.
    Anya failed to falter however. Hanabi was ready to shoot but Anya was too quick. She rolled to the side and quickly took one last sip of her kerosene. Hanabi continuously fired no longer underestimating Anya.
    Anya had Hanabi still in the corner, but now had to take the defensive. She knew if Hanabi moved out, she would lose the battle. If she got closer, she could win. It was now down to a battle about distance. Hanabi ran out of bullets in one of her guns and tried quickly to reload it but was not fast enough.
    Anya flanked her from that side and pinned her other gun up above her head and held the flame between their faces.
    “Wait!”, Hanabi pleaded. Anya was close to setting Hanabi’s face on fire, but she felt the cold barrel of her other weapon pressed into her stomach. It appeared that Anya was not fast enough to prevent her from reloading.
    “I’m a woman of honor. We call this a draw and let each other live?”, Anya thought about it for a second. She didn’t have to think long. If she kept the fluid in her mouth, there was a chance that the fumes could build up in her nose and possible ignite, blowing her mind quite literally.
    Anya also knew spitting wasn’t an option. Fire wasn’t an instant death and so Hanabi could still shoot and kill her. On the other hand, Hanabi knew she couldn’t shoot. If she did, it could cause Anya to spontaneously spit out all of kerosene and set her on fire. They truly were at a stand still.
    Anya not being able think of any other option, decided all she could do was trust her and so nodded. Hanabi dropped her weapons and Anya turned her head, spit out the flammable liquid and dropped her torch. Slowly, Anya let go of her Hanabi’s hands, still apprehensive to trust her, and with good reason.
    Hanabi’s hands quickly snapped down to grab presumably another weapon, but Anya was still much too close and Hanabi much too hasty. Anya spun her around and wrapped her arm around her throat. Hanabi struggled, trying to take the grip off of her neck feeling her air way become restricted. She started to feel light headed and it felt like needles were starting to press into her head.
    Hanabi kicked off the wall she was now facing and knocked them both down, but Anya still held on. Hanabi struggled desperately trying to force the lock around her throat to loosen, but her fight was getting weaker by the second. Shadows started to creep in to her sight as the world around her faded from view.
    Anya was screaming in pain as Hanabi constantly slammed her head into her shoulder and collarbone wounds, but held on fiercely. The seconds ticked by, and Hanabi was finally greeted by a world of darkness. Anya breathed out in relief and released her limp captive and laid there in the dirt, her wound creating a small pool of blood. She was out of breath, in pain, but she was just thankful to be alive as the darkness soon came to take her as well…

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