Monday, November 17, 2008 - The Forgotten Princess: Chapter VI: The Death Game
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Theres alot of stuff in this chapter, (which is my favourite chapter) that you all may not catch. Sadly. Are you smart enought to catch it? Try looking. This is one of the most important chapters, so please take your time and read it!
~The Forgotten Princess~
~Chapter VI~
~The Death Game~
An ear piercing laugh emitted the air, chilling my blood in its place. Shivers and Goosebumps ran up and down my spine, adding to my discomfort.
I looked over, watching Dax’s chest rise and fall in a menacing laugh. E pulled her sword into a fighting stance beside her, making the situation clear enough.
Dropping Hai Bei quickly, (his white fur blotched with drops of my blood) I grasped my own sword and readied for the fight of my life.
My neck stung, the blood slowing its rush but still moving. But that didn’t matter. I had to stick it out….and fight….probably ‘til the death.
“You know, if I killed you…” Dax muttered, stopping his laughing, and drawing his own sword.
“I could mount your head on my wall.” He finished, drilling his eyes into mine.
“Shut up Dax. We’re only fighting to disarm, not to kill.” E warned, taking four steps closer toward me.
Breathing deeply, I prepared myself for battle mentally. If this was my end….no—I wouldn’t let it be. Within seconds, Dax charged at me, lashing out his sword, giving me almost no time to react.
Running his sword forward, it sliced against my shoulder. Splitting the skin, little droplets of blood poured out. Not caring about the slice, I jutted forward, blocking his next attack by clashing metal against metal.
I turned to the left, using the tip of my sword as a shield as I made my way in a circle around the man. Ducking downward in a low crouch, I missed decapitation by seconds.
Fighting one would be doable….but two?
I rolled to the left, under E’s own feet, and ended up slamming my side into a boulder when I rose back up to my fighting stance. Grasping a niche in the rock, I flipped upward into it sideways, until I stood tall on its top. My muscles moved under my skin as quickly as time would allow, blood dripping down my body and staining the rock from my shoulder and my neck. I quickly jumped back down—simply just to gain momentum.
Looking downward, I saw E was closest, staggering to her feet as Dax caught his breath. Choosing my target, I did something I had never done before. Gathering my willpower and strength, I half jumped half slid off the tip of the blood stained boulder.
Flying through the air, I stuck out my ankle, curving my foot inside my boot, only seconds before my boot made contact with E’s face. Falling forward onto my knees and quickly getting back up, I disregarded the moans from the blonde woman. She fell backward, her head twisted unnaturally, dropping to the grass, blood spraying across like water.
Standing to my feet, breathing hard, I tried not to lose my pace. Turning left and then right, striking out at each angle, I seemed to never land a solid blow to Dax as E struggled to stay breathing at our feet.
Gathering my strength and speed, I spun to the left, (splattering blood against the grass as my arm flung) and struck Dax on the side, drilling my sword between two of his ribs, drawing what seemed like a river of red, sticky, blood.
“PAYBACK!” I shouted, as I blocked another attack.
We all were bleeding, tired, restless, but would never give up; whether our pride was too great, or our will to live was too powerful, neither of us cared.
Fire and hatred burned in Dax’s eyes as our swords met once more, and our faces came close. A cut above my eyebrow forced a strip of red liquid to run down my cheek, the sensation tickling my pale skin. Our eyes rammed into each other metaphorically trying to strike fear. It didn’t happen.
I wasn’t scared of Dax, and he obviously wasn’t scared of me.
“Give up now, and I’ll let you live.” He whispered as pain and his hard breathing clouding his swords like a black cloth.
“If you think I’d give up,”
Raising my eyebrows, I took my left hand and did something I hadn’t done in a while. I had missed the feeling, no matter how bad I knew that sounded. Raising my curled fist upward, I took his hard stare and turned it into a distraction—punching his chin, forcing his neck to move upward in a crack.
“You don’t know me well enough!”
Pain jammed through his face as he slid backward in his boots, our swords departing. Lifting a beat and bloody hand he grasped his chin, trying to comfort himself.
This is dragging on. At this rate, I’ll never survive. I thought, looking down at all of the blood. Bruise after bruise, wound after wound, and cut after cut had begun to worsen as each minuet dragged on.
Pain shot up my leg. I looked down to see that when I had kicked E, I had also twisted my ankle. Just what I wanted.
Sticky blood dripped down my leg, sinking into the cloth, and soiling my skin. It drooped slowly, barley even moving. I stood there, leaning back on my hips, panting harder every second.
E rose up behind me, recovering quickly from my blow to her face. She rose, slowly, and I turned to meet her.
Her appearance made me want to run away—horrified at what I had supposedly done.
Her clothes were ripped, her braids had come undone, and her skin seemed practically dyed in red fluid.
Her eyes burned with fire, not passionate fire….but fire read to kill.
“You’re quick.” She pointed out, wiping blood down the back of her hand from her mouth. Her chest rose and fell in a panting movement.
I grinned manically, blood running down my own cheek from my mouth, and my forehead. “That I am!” I shouted, charging at her.
Shoving my sword into its sheath without care, I moved my legs as fast as possible. But E just seemed to stand there, stunned, and seemed to be in something like a trance. Starring at me….looking through me….Not showing mercy or concern, I quickly reared my right hand backward, curled it into a fist, and punched her perfectly white face once more.
She flew backward, her body twisting and spinning in the air. Hitting the ground with much force, she turned and rolled, until she finally came to a stop all the way on the other side of the clearing. She lay still, almost dead and not breathing she seemed.
Landing on my feet, I stood there, staring at her….wishing I hadn’t. Her sword was lost, (it had flown off somewhere when she flew backward) so did that mean she would simply just rely on her hands or Spirit Magic?
“E is weak, and follows the old ways,” Dax said. Metal slid out of a sheath, and I turned quickly.
Turning around in a split second, I held up my sword, just in time to block Dax’s death blow.
“You’ll have to be quicker with your Dark Arts to beat me!” I shouted, pushing forward onto him.
Our swords clashed again, pushing down upon each other. My face was inches away from his. So close, that a drop of my blood fell on his forehead.
Wincing, he pushed upward in a jolt, casting my strength away, and forcing me to the ground.
My back arced in the air as I fell backward, a perfect and painful curve of human brilliance. My hands grew loose, my sword dropped to the grassy floor. Grass, pine-straw, and anything else snapped in two as its sharp side hit the ground, my form following in seconds.
Everything seemed to stand still; time seemed to stop completely as I fell.
My breathing slowed up, practically not even there anymore.
You can’t fail now….
My hair flew upward, slowly and gracefully falling into the stale air like a bird free from its cage. It wasn’t attached to my scalp….
My beautiful black hair, long and wavy, my pride and the only thing that made me beautiful, had been cut.
Sliced
Torn
Ripped
I watched my hair, my black beautiful hair; fly away like a freed animal into the air, never to return.
Each strand began to split from their partner, ripping in half their union.
My head hit the ground first, with a loud bang, my body followed.
I lay there, just laying there.
My hair was cut half its length.
My body was beat and bloody, tired from the sudden battle.
My mind screamed, emotionally shot.
But I wouldn’t give up.
Dax towered over me, a sinister smile spread upon his face.
Lifting his sword, his eyes gleamed and seemed to reflect a strange emotion.
I tried, but I couldn’t move. My muscles were shot, and considering how much blood I had just recently lost, I didn’t blame them.
“You know, she only came along to make sure you got to the West Spirit Realm without any bruises.” He murmured, looking over at his limp sister, barley breathing, simply fighting the will to stay alive and keep breathing.
Wiping his sword the edge of his cape, draining the black cloth in red blood, he smiled me a sinister smile.
“But I came to kill you.”
I closed my eyes, spent. Shot. I didn’t care about asking what the West Spirit Realm was now, which I probably would have if I was even able to breathe.
“Then kill m….e….and fulfill your pit….pitiful manly p…pride.” I spat, fighting pain and rolling over onto my stomach.
Blood poured out onto the grass from my neck and every other wound as I turned, gravity forcing it to leave me.
Staggering to my knees, and then to my feet, I put a hand over my left eye.
Red blood drained down my face and accidentally lapsed into my eye. Covering it red, I couldn’t see out of it.
The losses of precious blood made me light headed and slow to my speed and wit.
My neck stung, blood pouring out like a tiny river. My feet pained, my twisted ankle not helping.
My head swung side to side, used to the heaviness of my long hair. I looked down at my black strands sprayed across the ground, mourning my loss. It was probably obvious I wasn’t too happy about loosing my hair, if you looked into my eyes, you’d probably find your answer there.
“Pathetic wimp. Hair is hair. But a woman’s hair is her pride, as they say.” He whispered, digging into my emotional strength.
“Your more….p…athetic then I…..am—” I gasped, blood trickling out of the left corner of my mouth, making it hard to talk.
“Oh? And why is that?” He asked, sheathing his sword, which was now clean.
I turned my head slightly, trying to cause as less pain as possible to my neck slit. I looked down at my sword, which would be impossible to grab in my condition and situation.
Looking back at him, who seemed to stand tall and proud, I cursed out his name under my breath.
Is he some super mortal? Staying here in the Spirit World this long, should have killed him by now...
His face was dirty, bloody, bruised and scared—but he still seemed to retain his menacing smile.
He seemed a little hunched over, probably from the broken rib I had enforced. Blood dripped down off of everyone—no one seemed to be spared by injury.
“Because,” I finally spat out, calling upon my Spirit Magic I knew he didn’t have—like his sister did.
Raising my hand, my fingers stretched out, I turned away and closed my eyes.
I could feel the power rising up inside me, ripping and slashing to get out already.
Releasing it by clenching my fist, a small tear began to build up upon my closed eyelids.
A choking sound emitted the air, along with a gasp.
I turned my head away from my act, I couldn’t watch, even though I was doing it.
E raised her head, lightly at first, but then almost completely. Watching what I was doing with mixed feelings, our eyes met.
I tried to show in my face I was sorry, but this was how it was going to end….but she didn’t seem to return the message.
“You….r….brave.” She stuttered, pain clogging her words.
Tears fell down her eyes, seeming so beautiful was if they were crystallized.
I looked away and down at my feet, but clenched fist growing tighter and tighter.
“If you only knew me, you’d regret saying that…” I replied, trying to clear the blood from my throat.
“You’ve broken my neck….and I…can’t last much….longer…” her words twiddled away at the end, shock and awe coursing through me.
“No life can be held higher then my own.” I muttered, starring through her blonde hair that hung in her face, hiding her tears and fears.
I turned my head, back to what I was doing.
“Fight me…instead.” E pleaded, trying to save Dax from his fate I was pressing upon him.
I shook my head back and forth as my grip on my magic tightening. I was killing Dax….grip my grip…inch by inch…second by second.
Dax gasped and chocked again, his breathing almost stopping completely.
“No.” I finally said. “I snapped your neck. It wouldn’t be fair; you should be dead by now anyway.”
“Then give….Dax a…fighting….chance. We all have….another ch…ance.” She pleaded, her last words spilling out along with her life.
A soft thud hit the ground, vibrating all the way toward me. E’s head fell and her heart stopped beating.
Emotional pain coursed through me, forcing me to do what I knew was right, but I didn’t want to do it.
Come on….let go…you know you should…
Biting my bloody lip, tearing the pink skin, I closed my eyes again and gave up. Completely.
Dropping to my knees, and then onto the balls of my hands, I stood there, blood and sweat draining off of me, panting, staring at the ground that I grasped between my long and blood fingers.
Dax dropped to the ground, his breath returning quicker than usual.
Having me kneeling there, hunched over and beat, blood and sweat pouring down like rain, made me realize what I had just done.
Dax lay on his left side, blood pouring out of his wound slashed across his ribs. His hands were wrapped around his throat, his lungs gasping for air.
“If you….think I’m weak….for letting…you go—” I said, a clog of blood spattering out of my lips, probably from the wound on my own rib cage.
“Think again.” I finished.
Dax looked up at me, silently thanking me for my mercy. If I would have tightened my fist anything inch tighter, this man before me, would have died in my supernatural grasp.
His head then turned to E, lying on the other side of the clearing. Dead. His eyes widened, flicking back from my face and his friends body.
“My….sis…ter…” He muttered.
My body went cold. His sister?! I killed his sister!
Sour realization hit me as quickly as possible, draining out the last of my strength.
Crawling to my feet, grasping my sword, I walked away from the clearing. | 
