The Greatest Fear 4
He watched through dark amber eyes from the back of the crowd as the girl came though the crowd, not noticing the crowd of people she was walking through, so focused on the fight was she. He watched as she ended a fight that would have ended with another corpse. He watched and listened as the girl looked around, confusion clouding her features as the crowd began to grow agitated, then angry at the person who dared interrupt their show. He watched as a man came forth from the crowd, settling into a fighting stance. The girl looking around though the half-closed eyes that never seemed to open, looking for a way out when the man slammed his shoulder into her side slamming her into one of the tipped tables.
He looked away as the girl slumped to the floor, expecting that the fight was over. As he started to walk away he felt a swift flash of an incredibly strong power and he whirled back to the fighters just as the man hurled himself at the now standing girl. She lashed up, and reversed the man’s momentum, hurling him into the tables. Her opponent lay on the floor, groveling, as she glided over. A slow smile spread across her too thin, dirty face. A smile that sent his back into small spasms of fear. She reached into one of the pockets closer to her hand and withdrew a knife. She was pulling her hand back, preparing to throw, when the smile disappeared and fear flashed across her face.
She hurtled over the table and ran past him on her way toward the door. He viewed various consequences in the several seconds it took her to close the gap between her and the few feet of saw dusted floor near the door. As she passed him he put his fist out and cloths lined her in the stomach. Her feet left the floor as her momentum carried her body further than his fist. She peeled off his fist and hit the floor; not feeling her body hit the floor.
The crowd of drunks gathered round them as he picked her up in a fireman’s carry. “When did you get back GoldenEye?” one of them asked. “We can always count on you to cut our fun short,” another added, and several voices murmured fervently in agreement. The one called GoldenEye simply smiled and said, as he pulled golden coins from a pocket with his free hand, “I just came in before your fun began, and now I would like to buy a round of drinks for everyone to apologize for your loss of fun.” He laid the coins down on the nearest table, barely avoiding bashing the girl’s head into the wall as he turned and walked out the door.
As he walked away from the crowded pub he wondered about the strange burst of power he had felt radiate from the girl when she should have been out cold. He wondered about the eyes that never seemed to open fully. But most of all he wondered if she was the one who…
He looked away as the girl slumped to the floor, expecting that the fight was over. As he started to walk away he felt a swift flash of an incredibly strong power and he whirled back to the fighters just as the man hurled himself at the now standing girl. She lashed up, and reversed the man’s momentum, hurling him into the tables. Her opponent lay on the floor, groveling, as she glided over. A slow smile spread across her too thin, dirty face. A smile that sent his back into small spasms of fear. She reached into one of the pockets closer to her hand and withdrew a knife. She was pulling her hand back, preparing to throw, when the smile disappeared and fear flashed across her face.
She hurtled over the table and ran past him on her way toward the door. He viewed various consequences in the several seconds it took her to close the gap between her and the few feet of saw dusted floor near the door. As she passed him he put his fist out and cloths lined her in the stomach. Her feet left the floor as her momentum carried her body further than his fist. She peeled off his fist and hit the floor; not feeling her body hit the floor.
The crowd of drunks gathered round them as he picked her up in a fireman’s carry. “When did you get back GoldenEye?” one of them asked. “We can always count on you to cut our fun short,” another added, and several voices murmured fervently in agreement. The one called GoldenEye simply smiled and said, as he pulled golden coins from a pocket with his free hand, “I just came in before your fun began, and now I would like to buy a round of drinks for everyone to apologize for your loss of fun.” He laid the coins down on the nearest table, barely avoiding bashing the girl’s head into the wall as he turned and walked out the door.
As he walked away from the crowded pub he wondered about the strange burst of power he had felt radiate from the girl when she should have been out cold. He wondered about the eyes that never seemed to open fully. But most of all he wondered if she was the one who…
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