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Keren lost the cops five miles later. With a deep sigh, she turned her sight to the woods. Ditching her bike among some bushes, she slunk down the interurban trail. Parts of it were washed out; with a grumble, Keren chose different routes. By the time a three story grey house came into view the sun was at its zenith; with a light grumble Keren jumped a fence and slunk through the back yard. Stopping to stare at the boarded up windows, she smirked. "Guess you got the hell outta dodge, too huh?" It was her old house, the one she grew up in; the 2,230 square foot grey house stood like a sentinel on the street where most of the houses were two stories. A man's voice popped into her head, "A rich bitch daddy's girl who won't amount to anything but the place in which we put her." Hazel eyes grew dark and she shook her head, thinking about old times wouldn't help any right now, her phone buzzed in her pocket and she answered it, "Yeah? ....no old school. Yeah. Thanks for the tip." hanging up and breaking the phone in half, she registered another one, throwing the broken pieces over the fence and into a neighbors yard. Her friends were turning on her, cops were after her. With no place to go, she turned to this place.
Slinking up the stone steps in the backyard to higher ground, she swore. Ten men were waiting for her, Keren unsheathed one of her weapons as they charged. A gun was pressed to her temple. A growl left her lips, she dropped her weapon and she raised her hands as though she were under arrest. It was a very slow and cocky move. Once the clear leader and his next in command had her under control, she was checked. The one who did so made sure to be quite grabby, her ass, tits and kooch were groped hard and with meaning. Keren knew as soon as it was all done, she would be jumped again, she would not allow that to happen a second time. A slow smirk played across her face, the leader glared at her and dug the barrel of the gun deeper into her temple, "what are you smirking at whore?" Keren couldn't help herself, she squirmed a little, "oo my favorite word." She cooed at him, her smirk turning wider into a grin. The Leader growled at her and pistol whipped her, blood exploded in her mouth; yet no sound left her lips. Keren smirked again, spitting the blood in the eyes of the one closest to her. Momentarily blinded, she lunged for the gun the leader was carrying. It went off in the struggle, Keren grunted as a sharp pain exploded in her right shoulder. Ignoring it, she finally took possession of the cold metal, not a thought entered her mind as she pulled the trigger. When the last man was standing, she disarmed him. "I want you to take word back to those who sent you." The man nodded vigorously and Keren noted a wet mark appearing on his jeans. A soft 'tch', left her lips as she bent to pick up her weapon and retrieved her cell from the leaders jacket. "If you want me...send more." She spit to the side, a stark red patch appeared on the smooth concrete of the backyard's patio. "Now GO!" her voice lilted at him as the man scrambled to get out of the yard.
Keren grabbed her bag and walked around to the side of the house. There was the detached garage, which she would check out later, for now, she popped off the board that was up on the sliding glass door of the private sun deck. Peeking through the window, she saw a bed, hastily made. "At least all their furniture is still here," She muttered, sliding the glass door open. With a shake of her head, she stowed her bag, jacket and swords out of sight before closing the slider and hopping off the deck towards the garage. The white wooden bay door was able to slide open, with a smaller man door in the middle. Normally locked, the man door was open. She remembered as a child that this door was heavy and it screeched as it was opened. Ducking into the dimly lit garage, the only light was from the man door she left open, Keren pulled out her gun, holding her finger on the trigger, she worked her way through the boxes and other objects to a back room she knew was there. Her mind worked through the fact she was back home and showed a little girl with light brown hair, brown eyes and a cheerful smile, playing in the sawdust while she watched her father work at the attached heavy oak workbench. Shaking the images away, she checked the back room. There was nothing but an old fridge, which was plugged in. She opened it quickly, and then backed up, her left hand in a fist to her mouth. The foul stench that reached her nose almost made her loose what little she had to eat last night. Kicking it closed with her boot she sighed and walked back to the house.
With the board back up on the slider, Keren checked the rest of the house, ignoring the phantoms of her, her brother and her sister. Old houses hold a lot of old memories. Now was not the time to watch herself pounce her brother and wrestle with him in the hallway, or see her and her sister in a shouting match. They were young and didn't understand each other. Once satisfied the three story; three and a half bath house was clear. She walked upstairs to the master bedroom, which was an add-on. The original light orange carpet under her boots muffled the clunk that they made when she walked through the living room's hardwood floors. Climbing up two flights of stairs, she remembered that this room was taboo when she was younger. There was even a door at the bottom landing; the stained glass panes obscured all views, (her dad had made the stained glass clipper and installed the window himself). Upstairs, she looked around once before walking over to the tiled floor of the bathroom. There was a simple wall that separated the main room with this area. Keren saw more images, an eight year old trying to get up on her toes to look at herself in the mirror that ran the length of the six foot wall. What she was looking for was under the sink. A medical kit; in a green army box. Her mother was an army brat, many items stayed in the house when they sold it. This was one of many items. Picking up the cold box, Keren walked back down the stairs to her old room, where her gear was stowed. A quick stop into the kitchen gave her a bottle Everclear, and a bottle of Jack. With a grin, she brought both of the bottles into her room and sat down on the floor, her back against a wall where she could watch window and door both.
Setting all of her items down, she stripped off her shirt, a quick check of the wound in a full length mirror told her it would be an easy patch, though not as easy to deal with the slug. Gritting her teeth, she took a shot of Jack before flipping out her knife. Flicking it open she dug under the bullet and popped it out. It hit the dark sea blue carpet, the blood that rubbed off made the patches a deep purple. Keren scooped up the bottle of Everclear, uncorking it, she pressed it to her wound and growled, her eyes changing again. Tipping the bottle back, she embraced the pain that flooded into her. Repeating the process several times, she took another shot of Jack from the bottle before she dropped the bottle of vodka. Sliding down the wall, she gasped in pain, holding back any other emotion as she started to patch up the wound. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. "Fuck!" She swore, sliding it out of her jeans, hands shaking violently. "What?" She all but yelled into the phone, "No...old school....Yeah. I'll be there in either a few hours or minutes." She closed the phone and dropped it as she finished taping the wound. Leaning her head back against the wall, her phone buzzed again. "I told-" she paused at the voice, "hey...no. Hon, easy. Where are you? ....alone? ...Give me a few and I'll be there." The phone squeaked as plastic was compressed under her grip. They were going after her friends now. Not just friends, but one she had protected in high school. "Sorry..Ticks." She muttered, taking another shot of Jack and bringing the bottle with her into the bathroom that was across the way. "I can't bail you out. I taught you how to fight, it's all on you now." She looked into the mirror and growled at the scars that started to show. Spiritual scars that should not show in this realm were beginning to do so. "Shit..." The bottle of Jack hit the mirror, shattering it and the bottle. Glass and whiskey rained down on both sink and wall.
The air around her began to shift and shimmer. Keren froze for an instant before she ran to her room and unsheathed one of the blades. "No....no...This cannot happen..." Three lanky demons appeared in front of her, "You breached it, didn't you?" SHe asked them as they looked at her like their next meal. "The portals, we have sworn to protect, you..." The shook their heads and spoke in demonic, Keren could barely keep up with them. Any other mortal would hear hisses and low guttural sounds. "No...The seals have been broken. War and his brothers run free. War is coming for you." Keren held the sword higher and growled back at them, draconic coming from her lips. "War can try, how well did that work for him in the past?" The demons laughed and swarmed her, what started as three turned to fifty in less than a minute. So much for her resting up and then hitting the road. She didn't have any time to catch up on sleep or call. Just like how she was in the demonic realm, she was overwhelmed and taken. The last thing she remembered was her bag being picked up along with swords, the gun left behind.
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