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Truth Revealed Chapter Nine By Blackdawn Da'tou swung high planning on striking her opponent in the chest but was dodged then counter attacked with a hard blow to her right shoulder, laying a hand on the hurt shoulder holding her training spear with her left hand. The opponent's training spear lifted for another strike and came down. She sidled to the right dodging the blow and swung the wooden staff but was blocked. "Quit playing Da'tou," Gr'it-in said, swinging the staff for her legs. Da'tou flipped herself backwards landing on her hands and feet then sprang back to Gr'it-in striking at him but was sidestepped. The end of his staff connecting with the back of her head in a sharp crack throwing her completely off balance making her right side hit the ground abruptly into an uncontrolled roll then came to a sliding stop. Pushing herself to one knee laying her right hand across the back of her injured head squinting her eyes in pain. Her trembling left hand still firmly holding the staff. Hearing Gr'it-in run to her then screamed as the top of his foot painful kicked her left side making her fall onto her other side then rolled onto her back looking up. "Never close your eyes during battle!" He instructed, lifting the staff into the air, its end facing toward her and forced it down. Da'tou rolled, barely missing the hit and clumsily jumped to her feet scowling at him. Tightening her mandibles letting the anger and rage flow through her veins then jumped for him with a howl. Gr'it-in sidestepped her again lifting his staff for his own blow but was hit in the back of the neck from her staff. He started to fall forward but Da'tou landed on her feet spinning around on her heels slamming the end of her staff just where his chin and neck connected. A guttural gasp escaped his lungs dropping his staff bringing his hands to his throat. The blow so great it had redirected his fall making him fall backwards. Da'tou fell to her hands and balls of her toes swinging around, staff extended, hitting the side's of his legs knocking them out from underneath him. He landed in a heap gasping for air with his left hand lifted trying to stop Da'tou's assault. Da'tou sprung back to her feet stepping across his body twirling the staff into a new position and pressed it roughly onto his throat. She stopped. The only thing moving from either of the two was their chests deeply breathing in and out. "Da'tou," Gr'it-in said in strain full gasp, "You must stop." "Should I?" She said, "Or should I beat you even further?" The feeling of power and desire for blood coursing through her muscles wanting, aching for more but was kept at a stand still from her brain finally taking control back over her Kurtishinn' instincts. "Gnh . . . no, this, this is but sparring Da'tou." Her body beaten and bruised, now feeling the tremendous pounding on the back of her head. Her eyes rolled and her training spear fell from her grasp followed by her body limply tumbling sideways to the ground in a dull thud.
Da'tou opened her eyes at a sound, looking up seeing nothing but blurry objects. They focused and soon found they were her bones and smaller skulls hanging from leather bands. She was in her bed. It was cooler then before, still warm but a few degrees lower, nightfall had come. How long had she been asleep? Again, the same noise that brought her out of her sleep came about again, it was a high pitch ringing sound that sounded like it was coming from a cell phone. Not even a second afterwards. A voice was heard. It was whispering. "Dammit," A voice she identified to be a man said, "I told you to never call this number. She squinted her eyes. That sounded like Mayara. She didn't know he had a cell phone, and who was he talking to? The tone of his voice sounding like he was trying to hide something. "He's dead," Mayara said angrily, "She killed him." Turning her head to her left looking to the wall of her adopted parent's room, his voice was coming from there. "How do I know? Because I haven't seen nor heard from him since the day she came back." Da'tou became confused. Whom hadn't he heard from since she came back? "She came back with a few nicks and scratches. From what she told me. He hit her point blank a few times and it but barely scratched her." He was talking about the assassin she killed nearly seven days ago. Why was he worried about him? "What do you mean you sent another? Why?" "Another" She asked herself, "Another what?" "Fuck." Mayara voice had raised another decibel but she could tell he was trying to keep it down to a whisper. "You should have waited for me to call." Her heart beating faster as a prickly feeling slowly crawled up her spine. The prickly feeling came about when something bad was about to happen. "Because she has reinforcements now. She found a male out there and brought it back here." Da'tou turned her head facing back to the ceiling. She would bite her bottom lip if she had one. "Superb?" questioned his voice in absolute anger, "No. Not superb, the thing is fucking over seven feet tall, it's built like a god damn tank. One man can't take down that thing and her." Her eyes widened taking in a breath, her heart feeling like it skipped a bit. No. It couldn't be. Mayara couldn't be the person sending the assassins after her. Why? Why would he do that? He had no reason for it. He and Usi-diu had taken over care of her when her first care taker, Hariwali, became too old to care for her. She was his daughter. He was her father. "Wait." The room fell silent, "I think she's coming around." Da'tou gritted her mandibles and clenched her fists as the same rage and anger flowed through her veins. He would pay for his outrageous acts against her. "Of course, she's in the next room. She was brought in by the male unconscious after a sparring accident." She narrowed her eyes, digging her talons into the very skin of her yellow palms holding back her Kurtishinn' urge to rush into the room and tear his throat out. "Alright. Fine, just get her out of the god damn picture. You hear me?" Seconds later he said his own version of "goodbye" then began scuffling around in the room. Da'tou heard a door knob turn then closed her eyes pretending like she was still fast asleep. Hearing him open the door then his footsteps heading into her direction, still, she stayed quiet. He turned around walking further away to the open front door onto the porch and onto the ground. Da'tou opened her eyes still wanting to chase him down and kill him. She sat up. Taking her arms out from under the blanket looking to her palms, they were bleeding . . . oozing from the cuts in-between the thick crevices of her tough and scarred hands. Her blood may have been oozing from her body, but she would make sure Mayara's would flow profusely from his. He was going to pay. Copyright © 2003-2005, Blackdawn. |