Suzzana
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- Posted: Sun, 08 Jul 2007 08:59:01 +0000
The kitchen was quiet except for the clattering of dishes and running water. Placing another dish into the rack, Alaira looked back over the opening in the wall with a counter that overlooked into the living room. There lying on her stomach in the next room, a coloring book sat in front with crayons scattered around, a girl of four, with long, straight blond hair and blue eyes, hummed to herself as she picked up a blue crayon and began to color in the sky of a picture. Alaira smiled to herself as she turned back to the dishes. Meagan had his eyes, Dart's wonderful eyes. People always commented on how she looked just like Alaira but had Dart's eyes. A lot had happened over the last five years, what with Alaira becoming pregnant and whatnot, she had dropped working with Auntie May to become a full time mother. She loved it. Although it had been hard at first, she got a hang of it after awhile. After she had left her job, May had provided a place for them to live since she believed that they deserved it and wouldn't be convinced otherwise. It was a beautiful condo that over looked the city. It had three bedrooms, two bathroom, a kitchen, etc.. Smiling to herself, she continued to wash the dinner dishes. Suddenly, the humming stopped, turning to look over into the living room again, the dish she held slipped from her grasp and shattered on the floor. There standing in the doorway to the kitchen was a cloaked figure. He looked up at her, a grin spread across his face as his eyes glowed from beneath the brim of his hat. A shadow fell past him and Alaira looked up to see a towering figure. There stood a muscluar man, who almost looked inhuman. Alaira's gaze snapped over to the living room and she almost sighed with relief, Meagan was still there, without a clue. That was a mistake. As she looked back, the smaller figure was gone. Her temper that she had finally gained control over flared as she realized that her daughter was in danger. Kicking off of the counter behind her, she swun her leg around as she launched into the air. But he was ready for her and wrapped a large hand around her ankle and sent her flying down the hallway that lay on the other side of the doorway. Hitting the wall, she staggered to her feet, whipping her hair over her shoulder. That one blow wasn't going to stop her, but her opponent was keen on beating her; he swung his arm, which connected with her sending her down the joining hallway. This time as she hit the wall, the coppery taste of blood filled her mouth. Coughing, blood splattered the wall and floor. Wiping her mouth was the back of her hand, she looked up and saw the other man from before. He raised his arm and a crossbow along with it. Being slowed from the two blows, Alaira didn't move in time as the arrow impaled her shoulder, pinning her to the wall behind. At that moment she realized something: They weren't there to kill her or Meagan, they were there to take Meagan! Struggling to pull the arrow back, pain shot through her hand. Looking down, she saw that the end of the arrow was barbed and had caused deep gashed in her hand. Trying again in vain, she bit down on her lip in pain as she stripped her palm on the barbs. Bitter tears filled her eyes as she cursed to herself. Why hadn't she realized what was happening? Why hadn't she sensed the men? Had she grown soft? Incompetent? She rested her head back against the wall as tears burned down her cheeks as her vision flashed in and out, blood dripping steadily to the floor.