Katherine: Narrative 1

My head aches as I groan and stretch out where I lay, my fingers sliding over the dirt that I am laying in. I cannot help but to smile as I feel the sun shining down warming the back of my long black hair. I begin to roll over to feel the warmth of the sun on my face when something presses into my back as I roll. I open my eyes and in front of them, a pair of feet. Immediately I jump up and scoot back until I can feel myself pressed against something else. I jump up and turn around, another person. Who are these people? There are about ten of these guys with weird knives, daggers maybe?

Who are these guys? I have seen these weapons before but I do not know who these guys are. Why would I know their weapons but not them? Whoa! The guy I rolled into just got cut by the guy standing next to him with one of those strangely familiar daggers, and he is all smiling about it! This creep is seriously enjoying getting cut with these things. Freaks.

The sound of tires breaking on dirt nearby and doors opening are nearby. Is it more of these freaks? I don’t even know what I am going to do with the ones in front of me. Suddenly four of the guys next to me go chasing after a bike. These guys must be retarded or something, they’re all over me for no reason and then they are off chasing the next thing that moves? I charge up on the masochistic freak in front of me and grab his neck as two guys get taken by something. I don’t know, irrelevant right now.

As soon as my skin touches him, I can feel the pull of his life into my when suddenly that freak stabs his dagger into my arm. The pain of the dagger piercing my arm hurts but I cannot let go, I feel the dagger doing exactly what my hands are doing to him. Suddenly everything goes dark and I can hear much going on around me, something piercing into someone, slashing? I can’t see but I can feel the dagger pulling life from me as I pull it back into me from this freak. I don’t quite know how much more my arm can possibly stand with the knife in there as I hold him off the ground; thankfully this dumbass is just holding the dagger in my arm instead of actually causing any more pain to it. I hear a loud clapping and something flying back. What the hell is going on? I cannot see and I need to get away from all of this.

“Do you need any help over there?” A woman’s voice, she sounds genuine. Well, she speaks so that puts her a million times smarter than these freaks so far.

“Yeah, that would be awesome.” My voice sounds so deep compared to hers. The body goes limp in my hands and the knife falls to the ground. I drop him and try to catch myself without making it too apparent. Whoever this is, I do not want her to think this hurt me. Let them think I felt nothing, hopefully that will intimidate them not to try and attack me. I still cannot see where she is or where the rest of these freaks are.

“What are you doing out here?” Suddenly my vision is back and I can see the woman that I’m talking to. She could be my twin, minus that she is about half a foot shorter than me so she’s got to be somewhere around five and a half feet tall seeing as I am six foot two. Her raven black hair reaches far down her back. Mine does not reach as far but then again, she is shorter than I am. Thankfully we do have some differences between us or I’d swear this woman must be related to me in some way. Her slate grey eyes are more round where mine are more of an almond shape

“Living.” I honestly don’t know why I am out here, or how I got here. I just know that I was waking up from a nap and there were people here. She does not need to know all this. “And you?”

“Helping you. Where are you from?” Standing next to her is a short and stout woman with forest green dreadlocks. No, those aren’t dreadlocks, there is something much more stiff about her hair than it should be. She looks at me as if I am wasting her time being out here talking with her companion.

“I don’t know, not here?” Okay, what do I know about me? I’m tall, average build, black hair, grey, eyes, I can suck life energy through my hands, and I can use heat to-CRASH!