Warning: Pg-13 due to gore
A loud obnoxious annoyed irritated cough invaded the moment. At that moment I swear I could’ve thrown Kent into the pond with the high hopes he’d drown.
Kyxa and I both got up as Kent decided to stomp over like a child. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side. I could punch him right now, but for some reason I’m not going to. Yet. Depends on what he’s going to say.
“Okay, once was acceptable, but twice is too much! I’m working my butt off to track down that person for you while you’re working up to making out with the fairy! Do you see the problem here?” He protested. No, see, the real problem is you trying to recruit her without her permission.
I held out my hand so he’d give me something to write with, giving him the most dissatisfied look I could make.
He rapidly took out a folded piece of paper and managed to find a pencil in his pockets.
I tried. It’s impossible for me to control her.
I wrote, giving it back to him. He read the words for a few moments. Then he let out a sigh.
“Afraid it’d be like this. Well at least you tried, and that’s what counts. There’s not much more we can do. Here though, this is what I did.” He said as he pulled out the witch’s book. My eyes caught on the piece of paper he pointed at, saying he’d written the address they’d been at the most. They’d wandered a bit.
“Alright, well this is where we part.” Kent looked away like he really was heartbroken at the thought. I sighed, just turn around and walk away Kent. I’m giving you five seconds before I make you do this.
Seeing as I didn’t give him any sort of goodbye, he sighed and walked away.
Kyxa came up behind me, checking over my shoulder at the book in my hands.
“A book? What’s it about?” She asked, a serious look on her face as she plucked it from my hands. I looked at her in mild surprise. Why does she seem so worried about the book? Does she know it was the prison to a powerful immortal witch for over a century?
Panic started to stir in my chest at the idea. I don’t know why, but I’d rather she didn’t know. I placed my hand on the book to take it back.
Her seriousness vanished and she hastily handed the book back to me.
“Sorry,” She laughed a bit nervously. I knew something was off though, I’d seen and heard enough of her cheerfulness in the last hour to know when she wasn’t been genuine. “It’s none of my business. He was one of the talent troupe wasn’t he?” She asked, changing subjects and gesturing at where Kent had gone.
That’s when something struck me. It’s when I saw past Kyxa’s vibrant personality and I realized what the sword on her back or the various odd tattoos scattered on her skin could actually mean.
I nodded, confirming Kent was a member of the talent troupe.
“I thought so. They all look the same to me.” She said, trying to keep the smile she’d had just a few minutes ago on her face. But it was clear Kent’s visit had ruined the beautiful atmosphere and on top of that Kyxa seemed really bothered with something. “Look James. I know it’s probably not my place, no it really isn’t, but there’s something really wrong with that book.”
“It’s just a weird gut feeling, like something bad is waiting just right around the corner, but my instincts are usually pretty good.” She said, concern filling her voice. Was it…concern for me?
I looked down at the book in my hands. Is it something I want to do? Do I really want to tell Kyxa everything? The things the Time Keeper promised I was meant to do? The things that witch did? The things I want to do to Assaria?
Kyxa let out a small sigh. “I’m sorry, I’m making things all serious. Can we go back to how it was before we got interrupted? I was actually liking where it was going.” She said grinning at me.
No, I don’t want to tell her. What would it bring? Nothing, I’d just end up ruining the nice start we have right now. And there’s no telling if I’ll be able to meet her again after this, it’d be useless to burden her with my sh*tty life. I’d rather just appreciate the time we actually get together.
Seems that time was going to be short-lived.
A sudden blood-curling scream tore through the neighbourhood, making both Kyxa and I turn around in surprise.
Just across the street we could see a young teenager screaming her head off. The strength of the fear that girl projected into her scream was enough to send both us running (and flying) towards the scene.
I should’ve known, damn it, I should’ve seen it coming.
“Please!” The girl hiccupped between sobs as she saw us arrive. “I didn’t mean to! I don’t know what came over me! But he’s dead! He’s dead! I killed him!” She wailed, trembling violently from head to toe.
Kent, I recognized that jacket and that stupid hat. It was Kent who was on the floor lying in a puddle of his own blood.
Kyxa was the first to act. She flew over Kent’s dead body to the girl, as if it wasn’t the first time she’d seen a corpse. She reached out and touched the girls shoulders, and at the simple touch the girl fell to the ground still sobbing harshly.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t want to!” She kept choking out as Kyxa leaned her head against hers. Her desperate cries were enough to convince it wasn’t her who’d killed Kent. It sounded more like she’d been controlled.
I was stuck frozen on the spot, my eyes glazing over with fury. I know I didn’t like Kent, but I never wanted him to die. I should’ve known. It’s the same thing that happened with Jamie.
And the more I stare at his body viciously torn apart by that girl’s hands the more the image of Jamie’s mutilated body invades my mind. Damn you witch. It almost feels like you’re gloating in front of me.
I pulled the piece of paper out of the book and looked at the address. There’s just one place for me to go now.
Just as I was walking away, Kyxa came over and grabbed my arm to stop me.
“Where are you going James? We need to call the police that girl-”
I couldn’t look at her, I was too angry at that damn witch for doing the same thing again. I don’t care if I’m not strong enough yet. She was asking for it! And I was eager to be done with her. That damn witch who got freed because I was too easily manipulated.
Kyxa’s face softened as she saw my expression. “Well, wherever you’re going…can you at least let me tag along?”
Unexplainably moved by her words I placed my hand over her hand and turned to stare into her eyes with astonishment.
Who is this girl? This girl who can so easily make me feel in a way I don’t remember ever feeling before? This girl whose body is covered with weird tattoos and whose back is covered by a huge sword? Whose personality somehow reaches deep inside me and pulls out a side of myself I didn’t even know existed?
How can she keep surprising me with each second that passes by? Each surprise more fascinating than the next. There are still so many things I don’t know about her, and probably just as much she doesn’t yet know about me. But…with Kyxa, I somehow feel like I’ve found a kindred soul.
I give her a small nod.
Where I am going, where I want to go, is probably the worst place I could go to. I want to go into the hornet’s nest and kill the queen. There’s no mistaking it, this is going to be goddamn dangerous. But there’s nothing about Kyxa that tells me she couldn’t handle herself. It’s quite the contrary actually.
A smile spreads across her face, gracefully reaching her eyes. “Let’s go then.”
Like…what is this people? Ever since I’ve introduced Kyxa in the story I can’t seem to not write this sappy romance XD
This chapter wasn’t supposed to end like this NO IT REALLY WASN’T. It was supposed to go all dark and stuff as James got real pissed at the witch, but NOOOOO Kyxa had to be the type of girl she is and totally just make me write this. These two just…aren’t I the one with the mouse? Aren’t I the one writing on the keyboard?