Chapter 23 #2
The feeling of absolute annoyance for being so affected by someone is most definitely mutual, though I’m sure she’d deny it with a dagger to my throat.
So very vicious, that one.
Something glints in the light of the sinking sun, catching my eye.
There, hanging from a branch to my right is a sheathed sword, its silver handle winking in the light as I step towards it. It only takes me a moment to climb up and untie the belt from the branch before hopping down from the tree.
There’s likely weapons and other items hidden all over the Whispers for us to use.
Easier to draw blood that way. Easier to make things interesting.
I sling the belt and sheath low on my waist before drawing the sword to chop through the thick foliage.
Almost there.
The ground is covered in shadows, and I now have a rabbit that needs to be cooked along with a stomach that needs to be fed. I’d come across a single throwing star lodged deep into the bark of a tree and used it on the unsuspecting rabbit now tied to my belt.
I pause, hearing it before seeing it.
Gurgling, glorious water. Then a small, shallow creek emerged from the trees, running water skipping over the rocks that occupy it. I hesitate, eyes scanning the seemingly peaceful place.
All was clear—for the time being.
I creep to the edge of the creek, sinking to my knees before it and darting a look over my shoulder every few seconds, not wanting to leave my back exposed. I splash the cool water on my face, letting it drip down my skin and bare chest.
The bubbling brook flows from a small pool a few dozen feet away, the water clean, crisp, and cool.
Man-made.
And fresh. The work of Hydros, no doubt, allowing us this small favor of fresh water. I thank the Plague that the water is so clean, so purified, that it saves me the trouble of having to boil it somehow.
I’m scouring the area for kindling and firewood when I nearly smack my head on something hanging from the tree above, hidden in shadows. Canteens. Two of them, swinging in the evening breeze.
I find myself thanking the Plague once again.
Whittling two sticks together is about as fun as it sounds, but with years of practice and patience, I soon have a fire crackling before me. And though skinning a rabbit with a longsword is as difficult as it is damn annoying, it’s soon roasting over the flames.
And then—
A trickle of power tingles through my body, igniting my nerves and sending a familiar chill down my spine. The hair on the back of my neck stands up, feeling that power, that strength, flood my body.
Someone’s coming. And I know who.
A twig snaps to my left. Then another.
I don’t remember when I stood up, but I’m now dancing on the balls of my feet, unable to help that familiar itch for a fight and looking forward to that dance of dominance and destruction. Fighting is my favorite waltz, and I know the steps by heart.
Braxton barrels through the line of trees, eyes wild when they land on mine. He saw the smoke from my fire and figured he’d ambush whoever had lit it. But unlucky for him, I felt him coming before I even heard him sprinting through the forest.
I see him hesitate as if he’s debating turning back around rather than risking a fight with me. But the uncertainty flickers from his face as he begins slowly striding towards closer. He steps into the ring of firelight, his silhouette large and lumbering.
“Hello, Brax. Nice of you to stop by.”
He tips his head towards me in that same way he always has. “Evening, Kai.”
The Brawny has never been one for talking, instead choosing to patiently observe before uttering a word, making both him and Sadie oddly similar. We slowly begin to circle each other in silence, sizing one another up.
“So, I’m assuming you’re here for my band and not a friendly chat,” I sigh, taking a step towards him.
“Your assumption would be correct.” He tosses a glance at my cooking rabbit. “If you offer it to me, I’ll leave and let you get back to your meal. There’s no need for this to get messy.”
I don’t see any weapons on him, so I refrain from reaching for mine. We’ve known each other since we were boys, and I’d like to keep knowing him if I can help it. “You and I both know I can’t let you have my band, Brax.”
Because it’s my mission to win these Trials.
I think I see him nod in the growing darkness before he is suddenly charging at me. I drop low and use his momentum to throw him over my shoulder, hearing him hit the ground with a heavy thud.
I’ve trained with Braxton for years. He’s predictable, but that doesn’t make him any less powerful. He’s back on his feet in a flash, fists raised and ready to knock my teeth out.
And then calculated chaos ensues.
Fists fly, heads bob, feet weave. A dance. A brutal, bloody, beautiful dance. We are currently equals in ability, seeing that I’ve let his power escape from my veins and flood to the surface. My blows are brutal and swift in the flickering firelight.
His fist connects with my jaw, nearly breaking it, causing hot blood to pool in my mouth.
I stagger back as he steps behind me and he wraps his massive arm around my throat in a chokehold.
I can feel his hesitance before my head snaps back, skull meeting his nose with a sickening crunch.
Now he’s staggering, blood streaming from his nose and into his mouth.
I use the split second to pepper him with swift blows that he can barely block. He recovers quickly, jabbing at my ribs with a powerful fist. I duck under his next swing and land a blow to his jaw.
It’s a vicious cycle. I hit him. He hits me back. To his credit, I’m impressed. I’ve never seen him so focused, so determined. This is the best fight I’ve had with him to date. It’s a shame I’ll have to put an end to it.
A dark hand comes flying straight at my face. I easily take a step back, my heels connecting with something, as heat warms everything from the back of my legs to the nape of my neck.
The fire.
He’s cornered me against the fire.
Clever.
I bob under a fist intended for my nose and bury my own deep into his stomach. He grunts, doubling over but grabs my arm in one swift movement. Then he twists, pulling both my arm behind my back and my chest towards the fire. Pain laces up to my shoulder as the flames glow in front of me.
Maybe I should have tried harder.
He kicks in the back of my knees, hard, before the even harder ground sends a jolt up my legs when I collide with it. The flames are close to me now, nearly licking my bare chest.
“Just let me cut off the band, Kai,” Braxton says from above me, sounding like a plea.
It’s good to know that he doesn’t exactly like the idea of burning me alive.
“This can all be over.” His voice is deep, but I catch the slight quiver in it.
He’s caught off guard, shocked that he has me hovering over the flames like the now burnt rabbit beside me.
I was sloppy and tired, a fool who underestimated him, but now he has the future Enforcer at his mercy.
“This is the best fight we’ve ever had, Brax.
I’m impressed, truly,” I pant, the heat of the fire drawing beads of sweat down my face.
“But you’re going to have to burn me before I let you have my band. ”
He heaves a sigh. “I had a feeling you’d say that.” A pause. “And I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”
Flesh meets fire.
Skin meets searing, hot flame.
I expect a scream to tear from my throat, but nothing but a strangled cry slips past my lips. Braxton’s knee drives into my back, angling my body and forcing the left side of my chest into the flames.
I’m burning, boiling, blistering as he holds me there before finally pulling me back, allowing cool air to wash over me. I’m gasping as he reaches with his other hand towards the sword at my side, ready to draw it from its sheath and cut the band from my arm now that I’m dazed with pain.
Oh, but I’ve known pain far worse.
His arm reaches beside me, and I grab it, standing to my feet in the same motion, adrenaline drowning out the ache of my burned flesh.
I pull his arm over my shoulder and tip my body forward, using my momentum and Brawny strength to lift him off the ground and send him flipping over my back and straight into the flames.
He lets out a cry but doesn’t linger for long before rolling out of the flames, yelping as he wriggles in the dirt to smother the fire eating away at his clothes, his skin. Smoke is curling from his burned clothing when I crouch over him.
“I wish it didn’t have to be this way either,” I say softly as he pants heavily beneath me. “But you have something I need.”
I slice the band from his forearm, unable to stop from nicking him and drawing more blood. His breathing is raspy as I search his pockets for any other bands he may have stolen on the way, finding none. I stand, staring down at him and uttering one word. “Go.”
He stares up at me for a moment before grunting in pain as he scrambles to his feet, limping into the woods as quickly as his charred body is able.
I watch him leave, hearing him struggle to navigate through the dark woods, knowing he won’t dare to come back.
Then I turn, looking directly at the Sight I knew had been documenting the entire fight.
“Hope you enjoyed the show,” I say with a mock bow of my head. As soon as the words left my mouth, the women in white blinked and vanished into the forest.
I tuck Braxton’s band into my pocket as pain racks my body. Blinding, blistering pain. I look down at the red, inflamed patch of skin right above my tattoo.
The adrenaline is gone, and I’m left with nothing but pain coursing through my body. I stagger over to my canteens, unscrewing one and pouring the cold contents over the burn. I hiss through my teeth when water meets burned flesh, but it’s a relief, however small it may be.
I grab my crumpled shirt from my pocket and tear a large strip of cloth from it with my teeth before beginning to gingerly wrap the fabric under my arm and over the burn.
The result is a makeshift bandage to try and lessen the chance of infection.
But it won’t do for long. I need to find some herbs, something, anything , to clean the wound.
Because dying is not an option.
And losing these Trials certainly isn’t either.