It was Kitsune. They looked up at her as she faced the entering Guards, a look of pure determination on her face. She had no alternative: the lives of many rested in her hands, and her hands ALONE.
The Guard who had whispered her name stomped his way over and drew himself up to his full height, to tower well over her. He was about six feet taller than her, so he appeared very imposing indeed. His height, coupled with his strong scent, threatened to overwhelm her, but she refused to be intimidated. She stoically withstood his stench and glared him in the face.
"For you," he gruffed.
"What the heck's wrong with the Pharoah?! Sending all of you to capture just one girl?!" she almost shouted.
His glowing eyes narrowed. Then Kitsune found herself being lifted off her feet and facing him at eye-level, as his hand gripped her coat by the lapels. He had a lantern-jawed face, as did the rest of the Guards, but his was the most defined. She eyed him, unperturbed.
"He didn't send us," he informed her in his rough, low voice. This baffled her. Who else had the authority to dispatch the Royal Guards but the Pharoah?
But before she could ask, his eyes glinted maliciously and his thin, parched lips smirked. "You will be transported to the Master. He has very special plans for YOU, little one."
Special plans? Could "the Master" be Kenji Sasaki? Again, she had little time to ponder this as the Guard continued,
"Fellow Warriors, we have succeeded in our mission to locate and retrieve the Princess. Let us celebrate---with a feast! Let us feast on the flesh of all humans here!!!"
He roared the last part and Kitsune's emerald eyes widened in shock. The other Guards ululated and the train's passengers all screamed as mass hysteria took over. They all tried some mean of escape: running around frenziedly, screaming, crying, wailing---as the Guards chased after them, bounded in front of them, grabbed them by their necks or ankles, threw them around in the train...and to Kitsune's horror, some of them tried to escape by jumping from the train: they'd rather be dead than be tortured and eaten!!!
Tears streamed down from her cheeks, converged at her chin and dripped onto the floor. She had her head lowered and her eyes squeezed shut, afraid to look anymore. But she could hear. Ohhh, she could hear! The cries, the screams, the blows landing, the sickening, gut-wrenching cracks and crunches as bones were snapped and limbs were torn from living bodies.
All this was HER FAULT!!! ALL HER FAULT!!! All this would rest on her conscience forever! She dangled in the air, grasping the Guard's arm as his fingers curled around her neck. She was unable to lower her head and was forced to meet his glare. His eyes taunted her, and he laughed at the pandemonium happening around them, his entire being enjoying what his race was capable of.
Angry Kitsune Community Member 
|
|
