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It was the dream that woke her up first. One of her extremely lucid dreams; the ones that she couldn't manipulate so she knew that it was real. That it was a premonition, a vision. There was also that voice at the back of her head. "Keren...wake up...come on. You must wake up." Hazel eyes fluttered open and she heard the normal city noises. Sirens going off; but this time, it was different. The energies were all off, she grabbed her phone. No messages, no missed calls; the voice in her head went off again. "Call him...." She flipped through her contacts until she found the name she was looking for, the phone was up to her head when her front door was kicked open. Keren whirled around and slid her hand under her pillow, the feeling of the object was as alien as ever, but she had to resort to it. Another barrel pointed at her and Keren gently squeezed the trigger of her own. A bullet lodged into the intruders chest, opposite his heart. Letting go of the gun with disgust, Keren grabbed one of many swords that her room was littered with. Only clad in a tshirt, she kicked the intruder's gun away and embraced the warmth of the blade she carried. "Speak. Who sent you?" The man she shot let out a laugh, "You really think I'd tell you?" Keren's eyes flashed, the irises turning black; her voice lilting with a demonic accent. "You will, if you want to keep living." The man started to laugh again until Keren held the blade to his neck. With a growl of her own that was as feral as the animal she hid beneath her chest, she said one word, "Speak."
"You know they are going to come for you..." She eyed him cautiously and he grinned, "You had the same dream you've been having for years, and for the past few months. Every day, every time." Keren growled again and pressed the sword tighter against his throat. "I need a name." The man shook his head, pressing his neck tighter against the sword. Before she could pull back the man has slit his throat on her sword. Keren let out another noise of disgust before she wiped the blood on his jeans. "Shit..." She sheathed the sword and ran to her closet. Pushing items out of the way, boxes books, manuscripts and never published stories she all had written out of the way, she found what she was looking for. A military issued body bag. Her panic bag; she hauled it out of her closet one handed and dropped it on her bed. Staring at the light green bag, her mind was working. 'Far over the misty mountains cold, to dungeons deep and caverns old...' Keren was snapped out of her thoughts to her best friends ring tone. Snatching the phone from the ground, she answered it, "Yeah. ...no, i just had an intruder. No...I'm fine, shits hit the fan. Time to run. Panic bag....Dead. Yeah, I know. I'll see you soon." She hug up the phone without another word, cutting him off. She clenched the phone in one hand and sighed before reaching under her futon and grabbing a smaller leather bag, full of burner cells. Picking up one, she flipped it open and punched in a number, waited for the tone and typed in another number. Satisfied that it was properly activated, she tossed it on the bed next to her panic bag.
Not wasting anymore time, she pulled on her jeans, bra and a fresh shirt. Sock and boots were next. Her burner cell rang and she answered it, "What? .....Ten minutes." She hung up and broke the chip in the back before again repeating the process she had with a new cell. "At some point, I'm going off the fucking grid." She muttered under her breath. Once dressed, she reached under her pillow and held the gun in her hand with a look of complete disgust. "I would rather hold the warmth of steel in my hands than the cold alien feeling of iron..." She muttered before storing it at the back of her waist under her shirt. Reaching for her travelling cloak, she heard a noise at the door and held the gun up, cocked and ready to fire. Instantly relaxing she stowed it again, seeing it was one of her friends. "Hey Dario." The man grimaced at the body at her door as she turned her back to stuff the bag of burner cells into her panic bag. "He killed him-" She let out a yelp as her hair was pulled and the gun thrown into the kitchen. "What the hell man?" Dario leaned into her ear, "The bounty on your head was just raised. He's looking for you, if I bring you in, I'll get top dollar." Keren struggled against him until she felt the knife pressed to her throat. With a final jerk of her arms, she felt that familiar sharp pain in her left shoulder right before the crunch. With a groan, she knew it had been dislocated, Dario laughed and his green eyes roved across her body. "I asked if you had to be in one piece, they said as long as you are alive, they don't care." Keren spoke through clenched teeth as pain traveled up and down her left side, it was a pain she hadn't felt since high school; not since PK. "So you're going to rape me now?" she asked as Dario kicked her legs open and pulled her pants down. "That's the plan...Unless you are willing to go peacefully and get more involved in it than fighting back. I don't mind either way, I enjoy a little fight in my women. Why do you think we happened?"
Keren laughed and grunted as his hands wandered between her legs to the shaven pussy there. "We happened because you gave me a place to crash after high school and after my dad kicked me out." Dario shook his head again and pinned her with one hand, knowing she couldn't do much with a dislocated shoulder as he let his pants drop and took himself out. Keren swallowed and bit her lip; it had been a while since she was jumped last and raped. It was about seven years. The last time, she had left the apartment to do some thinking and winded up in her old neighborhood. She never told anyone but a few friends that couldn't do much about it. Dario roughly entered her and Keren gasped out in pain; he had always been rough, but this was a new low. She knew it was because this would be the last time he would be able to sample her.
The knife dug into his neck as he pounded relentlessly, she growled out at him and he grabbed her ponytail, pulling her head back. "No growling bitch. I might just take something else if you do." Keren growled once more as her fangs grew. Tasting blood at this moment was never good and she dug her nails into the bed. "Fuck you!" She snarled at him as he continued to slam and pound her. Dario laughed as he took her, "I only wish I had more time with you, this could prove to be promising." However it ended quickly, he came with a grunt and Keren remained motionless on the bed. "I always loved how tight that fucking pussy of yours was." Dairo smirked, stepping back. "Get dressed."
Keren leaned on her right arm and pushed herself up, her left arm hung limply. "You are a piece of shit." She told him, reaching between her legs. What greeted her eyes was pink. What came out of her mouth was not English, it wasn't even Dragonic; it was pure demonic and came out as a hiss. "Go back to fucking hell." Kicking away her jeans, she grabbed a sword that was hidden behind her head board, unsheathing it, she held the leather between her teeth as she swung a bastard sword one handed, catching Dario across the chest. With a cry of agony, he dropped. The wound going diagonally from stomach to his left shoulder. "They will come for you..." He gurgled, "I'm only the start..." She eyed him as he slowly died in the middle of apartment. "Yeah, well, I'm ready for them.." she dropped the sword. With a stumble, she walked over to the wall; looking at her old friend one last time, she realized he was slowly bleeding out. With a grin, she leaned her left arm against the wall, grabbing it with one hand, she held it steady before pushing hard against the wall and lifting up at the same time. Another crunch and more pain soared through her. Not a sound left her lips. She was a warrior, fighting battles no one could see and knew about from the darkness. Now was time to step into the light. Dario watched her with wonder in his eyes as she scooped the gun off the floor from the kitchen. A quick check told her it wasn't jammed, as well it shouldn't. It was only a forty five.
"You can't run forever, Keren....They WILL come and then where will you be? Chained to him again, a slave again..Or hung up in some dark and dank place, tortured and raped. I went ea-" The gunshot echoed in the apartment, and Dario fell lifeless." "Shut up, fucking puta." Her accent flared, completely Hispanic. A shake of her head and a quick trip to the bathroom to clean herself up, and she was again ready to leave. The burner cell in her pocket rang as she was pulling on a skullcap. "Yeah...no I got jumped. Where are you? ...yeah, I'm fine.. yep. One the way." she hung up and broke the phone in half before throwing it against the wall. No time for tears or to process what had happened, or the face she had two dead bodies in her apartment, Keren stowed both the gun and pulled on two of her more lighter swords, crossed in an X across her back. The leather ankle length travelling cloak hiding them from civy's eyes. There was no time to get one last look at her apartment before she walked down the stairs to the waiting car in the parking lot.
Her friend gave her a look, "you alright?" He asked, concern showing in his face. "I don't want to talk about it Riddick." She told him, setting her bag in front of her and pulling on the seat belt. "Let's just get out of here." Riddick nodded and reached for her hand, Keren squeezed it once before moving them out of reach. Riddick sighed and spoke softly, "You know...You cannot run forever, they will find you..." He heard sirens and swore softly, Keren looked in the rear mirror. "They have cops after me now?" She spoke quickly, "take Casino road, and then Bruin Boulevard....." he did as she asked, "here...Here.. Drop me here." SHe leaned over and kissed him deeply, a single tear fell down her face. "Find me. You have to run, same as me. Find me. Keep my bag. I need to travel light." she grabbed the bag that had her burner cells, and dumped all of them in her body bag. "Stay safe. I love you." She looked at him once more, barely hearing his, "always." comment, she ran behind a Safeway. Three minutes later, she was on the back of a Suzuki Hayabusa. She hated crotch rockets with a passion, but they were the only way she could escape the cops. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Riddick watched her go and sighed before he headed up to his home turf, two hours away. He would hide in the hills and the forest until this either ended or the bounty on his head went away. He would find her again, just not now.
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