You know, when being blinded and handcuffed, it’s not always easy to avoid getting killed. Though, that was the exact thing I was trying to do. The stupid fairy had decided that a blinding spell would be the thing for me, and now I could only feel how he tried to kill me, as I continued trying to avoid dying. Yeah, not cool.
“Why the hell don’t you just give up?” I asked the damned – well, not actually damned, but still stupid – fairy. He only laughed, and I could feel him trying to stick a knife in my chest again and avoided it as good as I could, feeling how it got a nip of my arm. Ouch.
“Why don’t you humans ever say please?” He asked, his voice smooth like melted butter. Whop-ti-fucking-do. He was sounding hot while trying to kill me. Yeah, good reassurance. I tried to listen to the stupid guy, but he sure knew how to move, and only when the blade again flew towards my chest could I hear it, and ducked.
“Stop messing around, please,” I said mockingly as I stroke. I drew my steel dagger from under my skirt, handcuffed and all, and threw it toward where I could hear movement. I knew the very second that I had missed, but he did sure swear a lot. Then he tried chopping up my head, but in his newfound rage, he forgot to maintain my blindness spell, and I became able to see the world as in shadows. That was all I needed. I could see him as a dark moving shadow. He limped slightly on the left foot, and I knew I had missed big time with my dagger. Why hadn’t I listened a bit better in Knife Throwing 101?
“Stupid human, you think you know everything, you know nothing,” he said, as he tried to kill me again. Instead of ducking, I stepped back fast, and held out my hands so his knife hit my handcuffs. It wasn’t a strong enough blow to destroy the stupid handcuffs, but it was strong enough to confuse him for a couple of seconds while I threw myself at him, using the handcuffs to force his knife towards his chin. I put my hands on the back of his head, forcing the knife close up against his chin. He looked at me for one moment, then the sharp knife cut his chin and he screamed in agony, now bleeding. I couldn’t see the blood, but he would never ever scream with a so terrifying tone if he weren’t. Fairies are such hypocrites, always worrying more about their faces than the fact that they may die.
“Now, shut up,” I told him, and I took the other silver dagger I had from under my skirt, and pierced him. Not his heart, but where his navel where supposed to be. He stopped screaming immediately, and my sight returned at once, while small sparkling dots disappeared into thin air. I took my daggers up, and used one of them to cut the handcuffs away – good thing about fairy stuff, most of it disappears if being cut by hardened steel.
“Stupid fairy,” I mumbled, while I looked at my wrists, the rest of the handcuffs slowly disappearing into glitter. Then my knees gave up, and I was suddenly sitting at the cold earth, in the middle of the night, wearing a skirt and net stockings. I didn’t knew if I should try to go home tonight – my legs told me I shouldn’t dare move any more – or if I should stay. I should probably go, they would be expecting me at home, but someway or another I didn’t want to. I was fine where I was. On the cold earth, yeah.
A car horn started me. In graveyards at around 1 pm, there’s usually loads of silence. Not even that many animals want anything to do with graveyards, because most of the plants are already dead flowers. I sighted, though. Fighting, blinded by a fairy, using steel daggers, having loads of silver daggers on me to, and my most special weapon, my enchanter safely hidden on my back under my blouse, but still, picked up by car.
“Jennie,” a woman’s voice called out loud over the stupid old graveyard. I looked at the name of the person who’s grave I was using as chair. Mary Green. Huh. I thanked Mary Green for the comfort of having used her grave as my personal chair and fighting space, and tried to get up, but my legs were way too heavy. And my arm hurt.
“I’m here,” I called out loud and sighted, knowing what would be next.
“You managed to AGAIN let your legs bother you?” Her voice was an octave too high. It was not angry, only resignedly. She paced up and down the floor in front of my hospital bed, impatiently, and in her own little angry world. I knew better than to stop her, so I just let her get her emotions out. Instead I concentrated on going through the details in my head.
Met up with stupid fairy, check. Got tricked by said fairy, check. Followed the fairy to a freaking graveyard, check. Got tricked again because fairies – like it or not – unfortunately has got lots of more guts than humans, and therefore more than me. That probably made the use of the term ‘stupid fairy’ improper. Well, I got knocked out by the fairy, handcuffed, woke up and got blinded. And when I suddenly had started telling the fairy that he was under arrest, attacked. One total and big failure. And, of cause, I had let my legs get the better of me, which, according to Katelyn, meant I was stupid. Because it was so my fault that I was born with weak legs, oh yeah. My fault they would become numb and I would be unable to move them. Sure.
Katelyn finally decided to shut up. Probably becoming aware that I wasn’t even listening to her tirade.
“Well, I expect you to come to your classes. Surely you’re not sick enough to stay here,” she said, gesturing towards the white walls with the even whiter beds, with crystal-white bed sheets. Why does every hospital have to look the same? Well, not like this was a hospital. It was actually just a wing to out main building in NY, where I was currently residing. A hospital wing. Yeah, mental, I know, but with the amount of people getting hurt in the Deviant it was much needed. Currently I could see four other people in my room, and two of them were unconscious. The last one was missing his right hand and had big clavemarks over the right part of his face, from the eyebrow to halfway down his chin. And even though he looked hideous, he was laughing together with some friends who were visiting him, totally ignoring the rant Katelyn had just poured out over me. I respected people like him the most. People who could be ruined, and still behave like everything was great.
“Yeah, I already told you, I’m alright, okay? I can get up myself and walk right out of here, no problem,” I said, and to prove my point I got out of my bed, only to fall down to the floor with a big crash, when my legs decided that they still didn’t want to work. The dude with clavemarks and his friends looked over at me, to find out what happened. Great, they could ignore shouting, but when I fell down and looked stupid, they had to look.
“Oh yeah, I can see that,” she said, giving me a disapproving look. I looked up at her and she offered me her hand, which I ignored.
