Response to Weekly Prompt 2/17/2015
Amy shoved Kyra into the nearest classroom.
“What the actual hell were you thinking?!” she hissed, throwing a glance behind her back.
“What?” Kyra asked.
“You had the bring the stupid sword. You couldn’t just leave it alone. Why the–”
“ Amy, chill. You know regular people can’t see it. So what’s the point of keeping it locked up? If I’m going to be attacked by an army of raging…whatever you called ‘ems–”
“Oh, you mean the ghosts of the insane people you unleashed?” Amy spat. She turned her back to Kyra and paced furiously around the room. Every word she punctuated with a flailed arm, accusing gesture or derisive laugh. “We agreed. No more pathetic attempts to rid this God-forsaken city of its monsters. You promised me that we were leaving. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather live to fight another day, and if that means that a community of abusers and ignorant conformists has to pay, well I say good riddance! Let’s just–”
“Are you done yet?” Kyra interrupted. “I don’t feel safe here. And I don’t really care if you want to blame me for this stupid mistake. You were there, and you wanted the sword just as much as I did.” She reached for the scabbard on her back, drawing the sword out in a fluid motion. Amy narrowed her eyes. Kyra had been practicing with the damn thing.
Kyra laid it across her lap, stroking the blade as she steadied it. “Look at it, Amy. It’s worth the horrible price we’re going to have to pay to fix our mistakes. We’ll kill the stupid things that we both released, then well get out and on with our lives. We don’t ever need to kill again, just get the sword to the buyer. We get our money, and move on.”
“After, of course, we risk our lives like you’re risking them right now, just by holding the thing. I’m so glad you decided to get all self-righteous.” Amy’s sarcasm came back. Kyra grinned, because that meant her partner in crime was wearing down. “I won’t pretend to not notice you’re growing attached,” Amy walked over and took the blade gently from the other girl’s hands. In the flickering classroom light, the blade looked sickly green, wavering between that and more foresty shades. Gemstones, inscribed lettering that was indecipherable unless you could read several dead languages. Oh, yeah, it was all very Lord of the Rings. Amy sighed and laid it back across Kyra’s lap.
“Fine, carry it around. It’s probably safer that way. Just don’t kill anyone, accidentally or not.”
“And you’ll help me save these people?” Kyra gave her the questioning look mixed with the puppy-dog eyes, a devilish concoction.
“It it will make you shut your face…and give me half of your road munchie horde, then I’m in.
“A quarter.”
“All of it!”
“Fine, half,” It was Kyra’s turn to sigh. “As long as you help.”
The principle of the school, Mr. Something-Pretentious, stuck his head in the door. Amy moved to conceal the naked bladed sword, but he didn’t look twice. She could feel Kyra’s smirk burned a smug hole in her back.
“Just a minute till morning bell, ladies,” The principle intoned “You don’t want detention.” He barely glanced at them before ducking out of the room.
“Mortals,” Amy made a gagging noise. “You’d think that in an all-girls school they’d be a bit more wary of two girls alone in an empty classroom.”
Kyra sheathed the sword, straightened her clothes and walked to the door.
“Don’t get into trouble, at all,” Amy warned her. “And remember, we don’t know each other, at all.
Kyra turned on her heels as she opened the door and put her hands on her hip. “I’m the new girl in this town. How much trouble can I get in?” she spun around again and waltzed out the door.
“This is going to backfire in so many ways, isn’t it?” Amy said to the empty classroom.
–VeniceWriter
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