11-17-2014, 01:52 PM
Aria felt the manacles disintegrate from her wrists and ankles. The strain was gone, but the sting remained from the cuts and the pain of the fall. She pushed the knowledge that he was holding the power of the gods away. She barely muttered "Thank you."
Aria didn't trust her feet, or her legs. Aria looked up at him and glared. "He wasn't the problem. I hunt monsters everyday!"
She knew if she'd been paying attention to her surroundings and not to the pain inside, she'd never have been taken. It was her fault!
He had followed her? Aria stood up slowly. The only pain and real fear left was from the man beyond the room. The girl beyond the man darkening her doorway was calm for once, still afraid, but she was getting stronger. Aria stared at him, trying to figure out who he was. She wished she could feel his emotions. Aria vaguely remembered the train before, a man... he'd followed her and she hadn't even know. Aria cursed the gods.
Aria caught a glimpse of something else and her anger turned on him. "That's mine."
Aria pointed at the sword he had looped through his belt. "I want it back."
Aria could have reached for her gun or the dagger in at her waist, but maybe diplomacy would work. Aria saw the tattered ruins of her glove she was pointing with and sighed. Another pair bit the dust.
Aria didn't trust her feet, or her legs. Aria looked up at him and glared. "He wasn't the problem. I hunt monsters everyday!"
She knew if she'd been paying attention to her surroundings and not to the pain inside, she'd never have been taken. It was her fault!
He had followed her? Aria stood up slowly. The only pain and real fear left was from the man beyond the room. The girl beyond the man darkening her doorway was calm for once, still afraid, but she was getting stronger. Aria stared at him, trying to figure out who he was. She wished she could feel his emotions. Aria vaguely remembered the train before, a man... he'd followed her and she hadn't even know. Aria cursed the gods.
Aria caught a glimpse of something else and her anger turned on him. "That's mine."
Aria pointed at the sword he had looped through his belt. "I want it back."
Aria could have reached for her gun or the dagger in at her waist, but maybe diplomacy would work. Aria saw the tattered ruins of her glove she was pointing with and sighed. Another pair bit the dust.