Tuesday Tales - Violent

 

Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is “violent”. We are back with my Sci-Fi story. 

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There were a few cheers from those in the vicinity of the sort of violent death of the cloud mercenary. They must have assumed it was part of the show. Dani ducked and wove as she tried to get a look at Ezra. There was an expression of horror, the relief, then something that resembled determination. As the emotions played on his face, she noticed his eyes change color. 

Grarkiel must have lost control on her friend for a moment. He had it back for now but for how much longer. 

“He’s not your friend,” Bobo nearly shouted in her head to be heard over the music. 

“I thought you couldn’t read my thoughts,” Dani countered. A couple of patrons beside her gave her a weird look. Yup, the crazy lady was talking to herself. 

“I can’t. But I saw the change in your countenance. I saw his eye color alter as well. He is trying to kill you. He’s led many others to their non-existence as well.”

Dani fought back the heartbreak welling up inside of her. Now was not the time to mourn a relationship that didn’t exist. Still, Bobo’s truth hurt. She watched two more apparitions launch from Ezra to join the one remaining. They must have noticed the one that was chopped in two. All three were skimming above the throng to her. 

This time an orange, yellow and red laser, intertwining with each other, offed them. The slices were almost surgical as they split the mercenaries into multiple chunks of fluffiness. The crowd cheered as they proofed away. 

Dani glanced back at Ezra. His eyes were back to their warm chocolate brown. Grarkiel must have fled in retreat. A few moments later, his human host did the same. 

Dani wasn’t taking any chances. She nudged her way to the back door then pushed it open enough to slip through. It emptied out into a dark, hot alleyway. In the sudden silence, she could hear movement in the shadows. She hoped it was just a cat even though it sounded much larger.

Did being a woman alone in such a place scare her? Of course. Did it frighten her as much as what just happened in the bar?

Not a chance.

“Let’s go home,” she muttered to Bobo. She didn’t wait for him to reply. Instead she scampered past the dumpsters and overturned trash cans towards the light of the busy city street.