Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ The New Game ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

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A little before
hand comment from the author-- I didn't realize
that It'd be so hard to redo all this in HTML. Not only do I have
to go through the chapters, once again, for errors, then save it
in HTML, but then I have to go and fiddle around with
the thing even more afterwards. *Sighs* Oh, well. I'm
getting there.

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<Tysoni>



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I was running. I was running, full out
I'm-too-scared-to-think running. The trickle of fear had become a
flood, and now, I couldn't help but to run. I needed to get home.
Now. The worst part was, I knew I probably wouldn't make it home
before the. . . thing caught up. And I couldn't, couldn't let
that happen.

Wait. No, the worst thing was that I was
running, on a whim, only now I though I could almost hear
footsteps behind me. When I turned a corner in a intersection, I
could hear them stop and pause, only a moment before continuing.
After me. There would be times when I would think I had lost the
person, think that I had gotten away.. Then I would hear those
footsteps again, ever so softly.

I turned left. Felt a dizzying jerk, as if
I had just gone headfirst through a blender. When my head
cleared, I saw a dead end. No! There wasn't supposed to be a dead
end here! There was NO dead end here!

Stupidly, I guess, my pace didn't slow till
I was about a foot from the brick wall. Then I stopped dead. It
was true. I hadn't taken a wrong turn, I know I hadn't.. Yet here
it was.

"You're quite a fast runner,
Wildfire." Said a female voice from behind me. The voice was
like silk over water.

I spun. And felt my mind go numb.

The women who stood before me was
beautiful. And I'm not saying, 'oh, she's cute' beautiful, I am
saying gorgeous. She was easily the most beautiful
person I had ever seen in my life. I couldn't help but to stare
at her. She was perfect, in every dimension. Her curves were
highlighted, almost, hinting at what I couldn't see. The smooth
olive-skin of her face was the perfect shade. She stood, on hand
on her hip, her head slightly tilted to look at me consideringly.
Her gaze held promises that completely wiped my mind of every
rational thought. My mouth was dry and my heart was pounding,
just looking at her.

It didn't register what she was
wearing. Like a bodysuit, covering her from toe to under her
chin, the whole thing a creamy white. Her crimson red her spilled
around her face and down past her shoulders. It didn't mar her
beauty, it magnified it. My god, she was perfect. She was. . . a
god.

She smiled as she saw my reaction. I felt
my pulse go up a few more notches. She had smiled. At me!

<That's not a friendly smile . .
.> A small voice warned me in the back of my mind. I
pushed it down before I could think about it.

"Hmm. Very fast," She continued
in the inticingly beautiful voice. I didn't listen so much to the
words as I did the sound of her voice. She had me completely
mesmerized. "But I like fast prey."

<No! You mustn't listen! It's a
trick, don't you-> I pushed the voice down again. It was
hard. Little thoughts were breaking from the rock that held my
mind. Warnings, it seemed. I payed them no mind, only looked at her.


"I thought perhaps your Wildfire
powers would stifle my spell, but I guess I was wrong." She
started to move closer. "Now, the question is: To be
regretful, or thankful for that? I like my prey dangerous, not as
willing as a puppy as you are now."

<She's insulting you! Get mad! Get
something! Don't listen to what she says, she'll kill-> She
was only a few feet away. I was frozen to the ground. Couldn't
move. Her eyes held me as surely as chains.

She had something hanging from her waist.
She drew it out; a knife. No, a dagger.

She shook her head mournfully. "What
an unfitting way for you to die. Smitten with a women, her being
your deadly enemy, then," She demonstrated with the dagger,
"run through." She starting tracing the edge of the
dagger with a forefinger. "Well, it's what I'm best at.
Might as well stab you in the back. You won't even fight back,
will you, Wildfire?"

<Oh, for heaven's sake- YOU CAN'T
DIE YET, WILDFIRE! SHE'LL KILL YOU! KILL
YOU!>

Something finally seemed to snap in my
mind. What. .? I looked away. I couldn't seem to focus,
now.

"Will you? I asked you a
question."

<Good. Now you're not still
completely under her spell. I need you to listen. Wildfire, call
out your name.>

What? Who the heck are you?

<Never mind. Just do it! Or will you
wait till she figures it out?>

"Answer me!"

<Don't! call out your name!>


"I.. I.." More of my mind was
starting to break free. Then. . .

I took a step back, refusing to look at
her. Gotta fight back.. I told myself. But fight
back from what?

A gasp from ahead. I resisted the impulse
to look at her again. The spell had something to do with sight. .
.

"How.. You don't even have your armor
on! How could you have broken free. .? Unless. . " Her voice
took on a commanding tone. "Look at me, Tysoni."

Her voice was more then a command. It was.
. . powerful. I couldn't describe it. Unwillingly, my eyes
started to look up.

<She is your enemy, Wildfire.> Said
that strange voice, oddly calm. <Call out your name. I
will do the rest.>

My name? I was almost looking at
the mesmerizing woman.

<Wildfire. Say it!>

But that's not. . .

I started to feel an incredible rush.
Completely opposite of what had happened just moments before, my
mind wasn't stuck, it was moving! Going by so quickly I
couldn't make sense of it. Memories, of my childhood, of my
little sister, and more resent, when I had bumped into Seidi- So
many. I couldn't keep track.

And it was happing in less then a second.
My hand came up on it's own. I barely registered the marble
resting in my palm. I didn't even remember getting it out.

The woman saw it and gaped. She took a step
back. I found I could look at her now, look at her and not really
see her.

"No! Don't!"

The command seemed to slip in my mind; as
if it tried to grab on but was pulled back from the typhoon that
was my thoughts.

My mouth opened. A shout.
"WILDFIRE!"

Me, myself, I felt like I was just
floating. Like I was just watching all this happening from far
away. My body seemed to have a mind of it's own.

"No!"

<YES! Haha! Yes! It worked! He is!>


/FLASH./

/RED./

/FIRE./

/F IRE!/

/RED!/

/FLASH!/

Black...



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<Seidi>



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"Are we nuts?" Kasina panted as
we raced along the deserted street.

"If we are," I managed between
breaths--Kasina was in a little better shape then me--"Then
the rest of the city is as well. It's never been this
desolate, not ever."

"Yeah." She agreed. "But I
never knew we. . . lived so. . . so far. . . far away from
school." Her voice was in little catches.

I slowed my pace some. "Kas, we need
to slow down."

She bit her lip, then matched her pace with
mine. Which was a fast walk. "We need to get home,"
She protested, "Whatever it is. . ."

"I don't think I could run another
step." I admitted. Her violet gaze told me she still didn't
agree, but when she saw I wasn't going to give, she sighed and
nodded. "Alright. I just wish I knew why the heck I feel
like we should be running."

"The city is deserted. No one around.
Not to mention it's getting dark. Perfectly reasonable you would
want to get home fast." I pointed out.

She shook her head. "No, It's more
then-" Abruptly she shivered. "That. A feeling."

I nodded absently. I felt the same thing,
but I wasn't going to say that out loud. One of us had to be
calm. But I wasn't calm. I was scared. Frightened. So scared that
without Kasina there, I probably would have been hugging myself
against the wall and trembling. The sense of terror within me was
over-whelming. I was surprised I could stand up strait.

Kasina darting anxious glances around was
no comfort. I was beginning to regret ever saying that I had
heard that sound. Then again, Kas had heard it too.

"What if we-" She began, but I
cut her off.

"Don't say that, Kas. Nothing's is
gonna happen to us, alright?"

She hesitated before nodding. Hesitated.



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<Teren>


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I was frozen with fear.

The staff was leveled at my throat. He
would kill me. That was simple. It wouldn't even take more then a
second, and who knew? Maybe I wouldn't even feel it before I
died.

I'm not gonna say I saw my life flash
before my eyes. I'm not gonna say my mind was terrorized beyond
any rational thought. And I am certainly not gonna say I felt
like shouting something defiant at this person, something like
"You'll never win!" You know, like they say in the
movies. Because I wasn't about to.

This was no movie. This was real life. And
I was going to die. Yet some part of my mind, some part that
wasn't frozen in disbelief, saw a way.

He hesitated. The staff leveled at my
throat, he could have killed me instantly with one twitch, and he
hesitated.

That was all it took.

I jerked my head back, and at the same
time, dropped to my hands and kicked my foot out. I swept my leg
against the guy's ankles, knocking them out from under him, all
in one movement.

He was surprised. And it probably hurt my
foot more then it did the guy. But he stumbled, and the staff
dropped. That did it. I was OUT of there.

There was side door leading into one of the
buildings on either side. I didn't hesitate on banging it in. If
I expected workers or someone inside, enraged that I had just
burst in, I was wrong. There was nobody inside, it was as
deserted as the street. I allowed myself a small shiver before my
mind went back on track: to find a hiding place.

It was a kitchen I had run into. There were
carts and different things spread about, but nothing to hide
behind. I ran through the swinging doors to the restaurant part.

I heard footsteps behind me, unmistakable
about who it was. The armor made a steady 'CLANG, CLANG. . .' as
the hallucination drew nearer.

For a crazy second I was disgusted with
myself. I shouldn't run, my mind said. Running is
the coward's way.

<You should stay and fight, then. At
least you can die with honor.> I pushed the mad voice
down and dove under one of the tables.

I heard the swinging doors open again, then
that sound was accompanied by the armored footsteps. Only one
pair, though. Only one.

<One? How easy do they thing you
are? They will soon learn just how hard you will be to defeat,
Hardrock.> It was a thought not my own. Great.
Not only was I hallucinating, but there were voices in my head.
And the voices were calling me weird names.

I felt what could have been a laugh. <'Weird
names'? Oh, if only you knew. . .> It took every once of
my self control not to grab my head in my hands and shake it.
Voices! If there were any doubt I was going crazy before, now it
was confirmed.

I suddenly realized something. The
footsteps had stopped. Was he gone? No. Just stopped.
Why? It didn't make sense. Should I look?

<No. Don't let the enemy know where
you are.>

It had the ring of being said many times
before. For a moment, I almost answered that I was too scared to
move anyway, but didn't. I would not acknowledge a voice in my
head. It was all too crazy.

<Crazy? And when Brail put that
blade at your throat, was it crazy? Honestly, you're more
stubborn then your legacy.> I focused my mind on the
matter at hand. I would worry about little voices later.

The footsteps started again. Softer this
time, but. . . different. Like it was searching for something.
Me.

<And that is no small feat, I assure
you..> The voice continued, softly. It sounded like it
was mocking me. I ignored it still.

"Are you there, little warrior? Hiding
from me? How simple of you." The armored thing--Brail, the
voice had called it--spoke up. "I am not too happy about you
getting away. I can guarantee it will not happen again."

<Of course, you don't have all the
former bearer's habits,> the voice continued as if I was
not right then in mortal danger. <If you had his full
appetite, I don't know what I would->

I blew.

Will you shut up!?!? I screamed at
the annoying little voice, inside my head. Forget all pretenses,
the little thing was making me mad.

"Are you here? You must be. Come out,
Hardrock, come out. . . so I can kill you." I shivered.

<Oh, talking to me now, are you?>
Asked the voice, slightly amused. <I'm not just a->


If you have one thing helpful to say,
say it, else GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

"Come now, Hardrock. Surely you, of
all people, would not be a coward."

<Calling you a coward.> The
voice sounded--maybe 'sounded' wasn't the right word--angry. <Doesn't
that make you mad, Hardrock? Don't you feel angry?>

Will you stop calling me that?
It's not my name!

<Oh, yes it is.>

"Oh, very well. We can play this game.
I'll find you, no matter where you hide."

<Will you fight him?>

WHAT? Are you insane? I could
die! In case you didn't notice, Mr. Strange Voice, he has a
deadly weapon!

<First off, I am a Misses, not a
Mister, and I'll thank you to remember that. Second, his name is Brail,
I suggest you learn that as well. Third->

I will not run out just to get killed!


<Third,> The voice continued
as if I hadn't spoken--thought--, <you have a weapon as
well.>

What have I got? My clothes and an
annoying voice in my head. Yeah, that will really help-

"Almost there, warrior. Last chance to
fight me as a man."

<You have more then that.> The
voice was hurried, as if I had little time. <You have one
of the five most powerful strengths in the universe.>

Excuse me? And what would that be?
I asked sarcastically. I surprised myself by actually having
sarcasm in my thought. Anger was starting to overpower the fear.
Strange.

<That would be Earth. . .>





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