"Spare my life!" She screamed. "By throwing a dagger at my head? Is this how you treat all your guests!?
It was then she felt the intense burning at the side of her face. She instantly knew what it was, and she could only stand it for so long.
Rayj rolled off of Himion, unpinning him. In one swift movement she unsheathed one of her own less lethal knives and held it at the ready.
Waiting For The 7:18
"Phayte.."
He couldn't stop himself. His muscles coiled like a whip, then lashed. He flung himself through the air, fangs opened to slice the air. He cut through the atmosphere like a hot knife through butter. His bodice was death, corrupted by the demon that settled into his soul. His darkness wafted off of him in large waves. His body still in motion slowed, a raven piercing the night sky. Eyes coated with a murderous rage, a rage he no longer had a hold on. And he made contact with her...
He looked up at the beautiful moon above. It was full, gorgeous, breathtaking... In his hand, he clutched a single white rose. Being the rich man that he was, he found no greater pleasure than gardening. He dug up flowers and bred them into just the right kind he wanted. His peaceful nature was what appealed so much to his love. The rose had never been so rare. It was like a dove, gentle and full of hope. The smell didn't smell like a rose at all. It smelt more of lilacs mixed with plum blossoms. He enjoyed the flower, hoping she would like it as well.
Through all this peace, he neglected to become more aware of his surroundings. A cloud covered the moon, and he was shrouded in darkness. Whipping out his cell phone to make a call to his driver to come retrieve him and bring him back home, he froze as he heard a noise. He instinctively thought it was a robber, knowing about the rich boy and ready to maul the money out of him. He turned around, just dialling 911. He froze, staring at the dog before him. It wasn't much of a dog. It was scrawny and the fur seemed thin and very ill cared for. He felt a pang of sympathy for the creature.
Just as he cancelled the phone call, he regretted it. He failed to note the saliva dripping from its jowels. It was no dog. The moon came out to reveal that. It was a wolf.. Before he had time to react, it sprang. He screamed out in terror, closing his eyes as that monster took away everything he had loved and cherished. Everything...
Blood coated the flower, turning the white petals crimson. And he lay upon the street, his body housing a demon that would lay dormant until time awoke it. A demon that fled to the dark corridors of Phayte's mind. A demon that was virtually unseen... until now...
Snapping his eyes open, he was freed from the grip of the darkness. Her face had come into the scene that he watched. He ripped at the pool he felt chained to, screaming out her name. He screamed for her to run, and tears of hopeless heartbreak ran down his cheeks. History was repeating itself. It seemed as if God, himself, did not wish for Phayte to ever find happiness.
Just as fangs met flesh, the taste of blood jolted him out of the shadows. He flung back, falling into a heap upon the forest floor. His wolven body lay motionless, eyes seemingly dead. In another second, it sprang up and thrashed, going into convulsions of pain. Phayte would no longer let the monster take someone else he cared about. He was taking back control. He cried out inside himself, pulling at the chains until they broke. With a final snarl, the beast latched to Asa's throat, desperately trying to break the last bit of humanity it held inside. Just as fangs were about to rape flesh, he gave a final push and opened his eyes.
His jaws slowly parted, small pink marks appearing on her skin. The bite he'd made before had been on her leg. It would heal in time. Turning back into his human self, he stared into her eyes. Tears filled his own, falling down his cheeks. He stared at the grass, unable to meet her gaze any longer. He backed away, trembling and badly shaken. He made an attempt to run, but stumbled and fell to the ground. Phayte buried his face into the grass, hearing the screams replay in his head. He curled into a ball, sobbing into his hands. He felt so worthless, so sick, so demonic...
He was a freak...
Jessie laid their sweat forming on her face. She took a deep breath and the sighed. She sat up slowly and set the blankets to her side. The blood had slowed down a bit so not alot of blood had fell on the bed. "I Think im gonna go wash this wound out now,"She said holding it was she turned and got of the bed. She was sore all over only alittle bit and was gradually getting better. She smiled at Kenta and walked then stopped.
She sighed then let out a laugh. The she went in the bathroom and started water for bath she made it real real warm and climbed in with her clothes. She laid there relaxing. "Ahhh feels great,"She thought. She washed herself and then got out. She toke off her wet clothes that were clean now and squeezed the water out and hang them on the side of the tub. She grabbed a rob and put it on. She felt so refresh. She walked out and looked out the window. "I hope everyone is alright,"She whispered. Jessie noticed it had been getting dark and a sunset was approaching. She stared out the window smiling.
"I want you out of here, now!" Himion said. "You're freaking crazy! You've tried to kill me multiple times, so you can't really blame me for returning the favor. Just give me some time to think and I might just realize what the hell you think you're doing but until then just leave before I decide to kill you." Himion said. He was weak and needed some sleep...unfortunately the only place to sleep had been taken for about a day and a half.
Asa staggered back as the demon leaped through the air at her. Having little to no time to react, she was defenseless against him. The thing took her down as he tore at her leg, and she let out an agonizing scream as the fangs ripped through her flesh. Although the feeling was not new to her, it felt as if her skin had never been broken before. She had forgotten how powerful and out of control some wolves could be. Another mistake could cost Asa her life once again.
Blood poured out quickly, making a small pool in the leaves. Trying to fight it now would be useless, only making the pain and suffering more prominent. But Asa decided once again against her better judgement and went with instinct, flinging her free leg around trying to connect with the wolf's head, maybe to knock sense into it. It didn't work of course, and it caused her to lose more blood than needed, the creature becoming more and more angry with her.
Already exhausted, she stared at the savage eyes of the hungry beast unable to do much more for her own life. She could see almost nothing left of Phayte inside of them, and hot tears rolled down her cheeks from mental and physical pain as Asa watched it lied crumpled on the forest floor. As he started to jerk his body around, she slowly backed away as the war raged on. Though, that wouldn't be enough to pull herself to safety. Torn, broken, and bloodied, Asa couldn't get up and run, not that she could out run it anyway. She had no energy or willpower to force herself to transform into a werewolf. But maybe Phayte and the monster were finished with her, they had their fun, enough was enough.
Once again, she underestimated the force of blood lust, and Asa was forced to the ground again by the demon driven Phayte. She flinched, the razor fangs grabbing hold of her throat, ready to make the final kill. Asa held her breath tightly, trying to take death bravely. And then it let go. Did it not cause her enough pain already? Must it play with its food? Asa opened her eyes, and met the gaze of Phayte. She merely stared at him with a loss of words, feeling a bruise swelling where his teeth had been. Knowing none of this was his fault, she wanted to comfort him in the worst possible way. She wanted to tell him she didn't blame him. But no words came out, only deep red blood that slipped slowly down a corner of her slightly open lips.
Chest heaving with shallow breaths she half crawled - half pulled herself over to Phayte who was in a pitiful ball on the forest ground. Asa buried her face into his blond hair, and pulled her body closer to his. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks and Asa wrapped her left arm around him. She held onto him tightly, never wanting him to leave. Ever.
"Kill me?" She snarled "You know damn well that you would end up dead too. I tried letting myself trust you, but you are just too stuborn."
With a great deal of effort, Rayj raised herself to her feet. Thoughts of backstabbing him now rushed through her mind. After all he did the same to her while she least expected it. Dead or alive he meant nothing to her. But then she spotted his mark. The one thing they had in common. She just couldn't muster the strength to kill the one person she had a small connection with.
Rayj took a deep breath, rubbing the side of her face. "If you want me gone then so be it. You can face your enemies on your own." She said, her voice now much calmer as she strode past him and made her way for the door.
Jessie stared at the window for ahile and suddenly looked at saw someone being hurt. "No.....no way,"She said. She turned into her wolf form and shoke the wetness away. She bang the door down and everyone screamed seeing the white wounded wolf shot by. Jessie made it out and ran into an alley and saw a guy stabbing someone. She barked and growled feircly. "You sick foool,"She growled. They guy stared at her with wide eyes. "Your the one that Gabber tried to kill but was attacked,"He stated waving the knife around. "Well i'll finish the job!"He yell running at her. Jessie slid to her side the jumped at him sending him to the ground. The knife slid out of his hand and wasn't reachable due to Jessie's force against him. "You will die here!"She whispered and bit his face and tore him apart. Jessie mouth dripped with blood and she fell back in human form panting. She got up slowly and walked to the guy and checked his pulse. She began to cry and punched her fist in the ground. "I couldn't save him!!!!"She yelled crying. "I was too late,"She said examining the guy left dead and cold. She wipped her eyes and stood up staring into the dark sky. There was a full moon out and it seemed beautiful but death made it sad.
The Crows Are Coming For Us
Phayte gripped a handful of grass. Digits captured each blade, begging for the redemption he was always cheated out of. He let a tear fall from his eye, rolling down his cheek and ending at the bottom of his chin. Why? Why had things gone so wrong so quickly? He had seen that lock of hair, and his heart had felt like a silver bullet shot it. He occasionally thought about grabbing a pistol loaded with the silver suicide and taking his own life. It would be better for everyone around him. If he ever lost control again he may never get it back.
Closing his eyes, he tried to think of a better time, a better place. None came to him. He opened his optics reluctantly, facing the forest scenery and cringing as he choked upon a sob. His body trembled shakingly. Phayte couldn't stop the tears from falling down his cheeks. Dying scared him. If ever he was to commit suicide, he would chicken out enough times beforehand to be a regular coward. Now, he wasn't so sure he'd run from death. If only he could find that pistol. If only he could end it all. If only...
Her touch made him jump in surprise, tensing like she was about to strike him. He wouldn't blame her if she did. Instead, her arm wrapped around him. In his ball, he felt her warmth. Before he knew what he was doing, he turned around and buried his face into her neck. Tears ran down his cheeks, wetting his face with salty pools. He sobbed softly against her chest, his body coarsing with tremors and numbness.
His entire world spun around him. He just wanted to find sanctuary close to her. He buried his face into her chest, taking large drags of her scent. He didn't mean to seem perverted, he just wanted the closeness of another. Phayte didn't care if she smacked him, but he needed her. He closed his eyes, a single tear falling down his cheek. Why had everything gone so wrong? The tears kept falling, showing no sign of drying up. Moving his nose to the crevice of her neck, he nuzzled his face into it. A whimper escaped his lips, and despite all the tears and paralysis of the events previously, he managed to speak,
"I'm so sorry, Asa. I... I thought you were dead. I'm so... I'm so sorry. I could've... I could've..."
He broke down, now nearly screaming out in emotional agony. He curled closer to her, still not brave enough to move his arms around her. His stomach churned with regret, sickness, depression... He felt like he'd vomit after tasting her blood on his lips. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to block out everything the beast had done to him.
Asa, who was now falling slowly in and out of consciousness, stroked her fingers gently through the perfect blond hair. Even as Phayte laid next to her, in his sorrow and pain, she could still see how breathtakingly gorgeous he was. It tore at her heart every time he sobbed into her chest and shook against her body, and she wished there was some way she could comfort him. As Phayte snuggled closer to her chest, she held onto him tighter. Her tears had stopped falling, yet she could still feel his starting to soak through her thin shirt.
Then he started to speak, his silk voice shaking and slightly muffled. Asa lifted his tear stained face from where he lied with her cold soft hands. She could hardly bear to listen to him apologize for the monster he had no control over. Asa remembered painfully her first true nights as a werewolf.
Edward had promised to come back. He promised. It became late and dark, and Asa quickly realized that he was not going to show up. No one was going to comfort her. She was alone in a back alley with nothing to do but sit in a pitch black corner with a street rat. Blood of an unsuspecting victim stained her hands and dripped off of her body. A sickening feel of disgust filled her. She had mutilated a perfect stranger for the acceptance of others, for the boy she thought loved her. Gagging and spitting out someone else's blood, she pulled her knees closer to her chest as if to keep away the demons of her mind. Asa was in such a state of shock, tears wouldn't even fall from her wide green eyes and her mind and body shut down completely.
Asa quickly forced the thoughts from her mind, not wanting to relive it. Ignoring the searing pain in her leg and shoulder, she held his warm face close to hers, their foreheads touching just like before they had been rudely interrupted. With her thumb, she wiped away his tears, as if that would easily solve everything. Taking the last bit of strength that was left, Asa looked into his watery eyes then whispered in his ear.
"It's over, it's all over. It'll be alright."
We're All Quiet Boys At Best
Phayte listened to her voice, and as tense and broken up as he was, he relaxed. His body fell into a jello-like substance, sinking against her like a rubbery goo. He felt her forehead touch his, and his entire world stopped spinning, facing her and smiling as their eyes met. The smile faded when salt was licked off his lips. A salty, crimson liquid... He shuddered, wiggling closer to her, if at all possible.
His face nuzzled close to her's, an affectionate sigh escaping his lips. A few sobs forced themselves out, but no others followed. He was left in silent tears, none having any plans of stopping. Yet, each tear following after the other, soon left him in exhaustion. His body was trembling, begging for him to just shut his eyes and fall asleep. But could he? Would nightmares invade his thoughts like so many others? Would he dream of the blonde, Asa, the blood he'd spilled? He wouldn't be surprised. His dreams hadn't been filled with happy rainbows and fluffy bunnies lately.
Fight as he might, his lids soon fell into a content position. As the tears continued, the sobs ceased. He was left with nothing but dampened cheeks. His body seemed to slacken against her grip, as if numbed by her touch. Phayte nuzzled his face beneath her chin, feeling safer there. Half-asleep, he managed to mumble out,
"Promise you'll be here when I wake up?"
He didn't seem to wait for an answer. Before he knew it, his body had gone into complete relaxation, soon ending with him slipping into the void of unconsciousness and thrown into the world of fantasy. Yet, he dreamt of nothing. He occasionally twitched, but no dreams haunted his thoughts. Simply the darkness created by his shut lids, but nothing more would taunt him. It seemed as if the nightmares, themselves, were too exhausted to fight against him...
(Sorry it's so short. I'm running low on muse lately -.-)
Originally posted by SilentWolfRight before Rayj walked out the door Himion turned "No," he said. It was simple but really all that he had to say. He stood there staring at her. He couldn't face the destined alone, and she was the only marked he had met since his tribe was killed. Granted, she was a little annoying, but in a way, she taught all a lesson, that one must always watch their back. She was crazy and unpredictable and himion liked that. "We've got to be a team through this" He added. He was being honest, nearly sentimental. They needed to work together...that and he did kind of like her.
"Kill me?" She snarled "You know damn well that you would end up dead too. I tried letting myself trust you, but you are just too stuborn."With a great deal of effort, Rayj raised herself to her feet. Thoughts of backstabbing him now rushed through her mind. After all he did the same to her while she least expected it. Dead or alive he meant nothing to her. But then she spotted his mark. The one thing they had in common. She just couldn't muster the strength to kill the one person she had a small connection with.
Rayj took a deep breath, rubbing the side of her face. "If you want me gone then so be it. You can face your enemies on your own." She said, her voice now much calmer as she strode past him and made her way for the door.
Rayj ignored him for a moment, her instincts told her to simply shove him out of the way and keep going. She no longer had the strength nor energy to fight him. One more trick of his, and it might just cost her her life.
But then again, he would need her, and maybe he had finally gotten it through his thick skull. Staring at the door, she spoke. "A team is made up of people who trust each other. Call me stubborn but I often have a hard time working with other's due their backstabbing abilities."
Rayj then redirected her gaze to Himions eyes. "But I dont have much of a choice here do I? If I leave you'd proably just kill me, and we both know you would have no problem with that."
His eyes met hers and her heart struggled to keep up with the waves of emotions that started crash. Asa could see now how exhausted, not just physically but mentally, he really was. His eyes struggled to hold hers as both of them fought to stay awake and away from what their nightmares may bring.
As Phayte ducked under her chin she took in his delicious unforgettable scent letting out a sigh slowly into the cold night air. Asa couldn't help but to take blame for everything that had happened that night. It was her that had caused Phayte so much pain and anguish. It was her that put him in danger and had almost cost him his life. It was her that had caused him to be reduced to this ball that she now held onto tightly and felt obliged to protect. Asa barely even knew Phayte and she had already sent him through hell and back in mere hours. In fact, she knew nothing beyond those perfect watery brown orbs and it could possibly remain that way if she put him in another life threatening situation.
Stroking his hair gently, like a mother would a child's, she listened to the steady beating of his heart as he lied sleeping against her. The sound was soothing as her body screamed with pain where the warm blood still dripped slowly out of her torn flesh. She knew it would heal eventually, but the scars of something such as this will leave would never let her forget about this night. She would never be able to escape the past, not now, not ever. Haunting her until her last breath.
A certain numbness had taken over her, and she was slowly enveloped in a darkness like one she had never felt before. It was frightening. Like the darkness she had felt when her mother had died. When her brother was murdered. When her father abandoned her. Muscles tensed as a instinct reaction to the memories. But a weak hum escaped her lips, hoping to chase her nightmarish demons away. It was a song that came to her only from a preconscious memory,a small reminder of the few things that went right in her life. Asa continued until she could hold onto consciousness no longer. Her arm around Phayte loosened, her heavy head lolled to one side, and her whole being went limp, into and endless void of blackness.
Basil woke up."Aw my head hurts!!"he said in pain.He saw a man come up to the cage."Were going to get some good money for you"he said smiling."C,mon let me out "As he kept pulling on the cage bars.The man pulled out silver.Basil started to act erractic and broke through the cage.He ripped the mans arm off and beat him with it.He rushed out the facility with a cage bar in his hand.He ran outside and saw a soldier blocking the exit.Basil hid on the ceiling.He saw a giant hook and pulled down behind the soldier.He then pierced it through the hunter's back with force."Dammit, himion you backstabbing son of a"He gritted his teeth.He jumped in the tree and howled heading towards himion following his scent.
You're So Good At Stretching Truths
His mind swirled in a sea of thoughts. They weren't really dreams, just questions in his mind. He pictured her face. Those blonde locks of hair flying around her and that smile spreading over her lips. She was frozen. She held no movement. Like a picture caught in the ice of frozen time. He leaned down to kiss her lips, but she simply stood frozen. Her eyes stared at the nothingness behind him. He touched her face, and still there came nothing but the feeling of cold flesh. He dragged his fingers down lower, brushing his fingers against the cleavage of her breasts. They weren't warm, they weren't inviting. They were cold and hard. He pulled his hand away, looking at the statue. He peered into her eyes, his finger brushing along her lips. Still she was cold and hard to the touch.
"Why did you let her die?"
His own voice boomed in his head. He watched as she dissolved into nothing. Tearing after the blonde he made a desperate attempt to return her to her standing position, but only got himself dirtied with whatever goo she was made of. He watched as her face smiled up at him. Then it contorted and a scream escaped her lips.
"why did you kill her?"
He shook his head, backing away and making a desperate attempt to free himself from the blackness. He slammed himself against the wall, crying out for help and clawing at the darkness that only seemed to become stronger. He was thrown back suddenly, laying upon a cold tile floor. He groaned, rubbing his head and sitting up to stare around him. A single light shone upon his frame, making him wince as it hurt his eyes.
"YOU killed her..."
He made an attempt to back away, but the voice came closer to his ear.
"YOU ripped her open..."
He darted for the opposite direction, slamming into something unknown and making a desperate attempt to free himself.
"YOU tasted her blood..."
He whimpered, clutching handfuls of hair on his head and falling to his knees.
"YOU destroyed her dreams..."
Tears ran down his cheeks.
"YOU murdered your own fiancee, Phayte! YOU KILLED HER!"
Her scream pierced the air, rocking around him and throwing him down into a ball.
"NOOO!"
He jerked awake, in a cold sweat. Like it or not, a nightmare had shown itself. He looked down at Asa, watching her still slumbering frame. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. It caught suddenly when he spotted the blood upon her leg. He curled close to her again, this time wrapping his arms around her to hold her under him. He nuzzled his face into the crown of her head, holding her as close to him as he could. He feared that if he let her go, she'd never come back.
"Asa... You shouldn't be with me. I'm a killer... I... I don't know if you can hear me but I need to tell you something."
He took a deep breath, running his fingers lightly over her soft skin. She was warm and soft, not cold and hard. It surprised him at first, having the experience of running his fingers along the statue of his lost love. He didn't know if he could stand losing someone close to him again. He nuzzled his face against her cheek, begging for her to understand his words.
"B-before this happened to me. I used to be this huge rich snob. I.. I had it all y'know? A huge house, anything I wanted with a snap of my fingers... But it wasn't enough. Not until I met this girl. She was my best friend since we were kids and she went away to boarding school for a few years and came back. We fell in love and... and I asked her to marry me. Then I... I got bit and ... killed her..."
He shivered, unaware that tears were running down his cheeks. He buried his face back into the crown of her head. He didn't want the same fate to befall Asa. He didn't know if he could handle that. Phayte held her closer, soft tears running down his face.
"Please don't ever leave me.."
The lights were a blinding white, just like the sheets on the hospital bed, just like the linoleum floor under her dangling feet, just like the last time she had visited. The tiny room was all unbearably clean, she felt trapped and claustrophobic as the plain walls surrounded her. Her nose was filled with a rank smell of cleaning products and sterilized medical equipment. The air was cold and quiet sending shivers of not just chills but of fear down her spine. There was an annoying constant and steady beep that matched the pulse of the limp hand that she held. She simply watched with blank and vacant eyes as her mothers chest rose and fell with every breath, each one as painfully the same as the last.
A muttering of voices came from the hall where her father and brother stood conversing to one another. Asa picked up a few of their words, but soon wished she hadn't eavesdropped. They were discussing about telling her that her mother was dying. Sure, she was only seven, but that gave them no reason to keep secrets from her. It's not like Asa didn't know anyway. Her mother had been in a comatose state for over two months now, it was obvious that she wasn't going to be alive much longer.
"Asa won't understand."
"Dad, she deserves the truth."
"She's too young."
"Maybe, but she needs to know. What are you going to tell her when Mom isn't around anymore?"
Asa blocked out their voices, not wanting to listen anymore to her brother and stubborn father. She didn't need to be reminded once more that her parent was leaving forever. Staring unblinkingly with her innocent evergreen eyes, she never wanted to leave her mothers side. But a cold hand on Asa's shoulder told her that her visiting hours were up. Asa turned to look at her mothers peaceful face one last time.
She was shaken from her dreams as Phayte stirred beside her. Asa now curled up against him as he wrapped an arm around her. It was so calming, his soft touch washed away any of the fear that her dream had brought and his voice was like pure silk, soothing her mind. He told her she shouldn't be with him, and her heart nearly tore in two. Asa listened intently yet defensively, her eyes closed tightly, wondering if he was going to tell her more bad news.
Phayte told her a short summarization of his life, he was rich, a snob, someone she had envied growing up. Then a wave of jealousy drowned her as he talked of a love he had once had before her, and had asked her to be his wife. Why was he telling her something she did not want to know? But every harsh emotion towards him was lost when he spilled his heart to Asa. He had killed his fiance. She felt for him, knowing how torturing it is to lose someone, but she didn't know nor could she ever imagine what it was like to kill someone you loved.
Asa ducked under his chin and nuzzled against his warm skin as Phayte had paused. She wanted to comfort him in anyway possible, for her to do anything for him. Then he spoke once more, as if he read her mind, telling her to never leave him.
"Never. I will never leave you."
She whispered her promise to him, one she actually intended to keep.
"But... I think it's time we leave these woods."
True, Asa was perfectly comfortable where she was, she was next to him and there was no other place she would rather be. Yet paranoia had snaked its way into her thoughts and every small movement was starting to frighten her. She wanted to be far away from this place where horrible memories had been made.
Originally posted by SilentWolf"It's rather hypocritical of you talk badly about backstabbing" Himion said smiling and closed the door. "I agree that a team should not backstab each other, I just never really thought we were a team, and I'm surprised that you think of me in such a good way." he said cocking his eyebrow flirtingly. "Very well," he continued "I swear upon my mark and my tribe's graves that I will work with you as cooperately as possible...until the end of the destined." He said.
Rayj ignored him for a moment, her instincts told her to simply shove him out of the way and keep going. She no longer had the strength nor energy to fight him. One more trick of his, and it might just cost her her life.But then again, he would need her, and maybe he had finally gotten it through his thick skull. Staring at the door, she spoke. "A team is made up of people who trust each other. Call me stubborn but I often have a hard time working with other's due their backstabbing abilities."
Rayj then redirected her gaze to Himions eyes. "But I dont have much of a choice here do I? If I leave you'd proably just kill me, and we both know you would have no problem with that."
Rayj smiled right back at her fellow marked. So long as she was still alive in the morning, she was more than willing to join forces with him. Once she had healed, the two of them would prove nearly invincible. Perhaps in the end Himion himself might end up dead. But then again that would be asking for too much.
"Well that's more than agreeable. The destined wouldn't dare show his face around here again. He'd have to be a suicidal idiot to pull that off." Rayj replied as she strode past Himion. She was immediately reminded of how painful her shoulder had gotten. It would need some work before she was to fight again.
"Where's your kitchen?" She asked Himion, her eyes scanning the messy apartment. It looked as if a tornado had blown through the cluttered room.