Cecily's blade swung, hitting its mark as always.
The man's arm fell to the cold grass of the prison with a familiar thud. He let out a blood curdling scream. A warning to the rest. Stay away, the Hunter is here.
That's the name they'd given her, the Hunter. After she cut off the man who tried to rape hers masculinity, they stayed away. She'd made it clear anyone who tried to touch her would be hunted and slaughtered.
Cecily kneeled down, pushing the man's face into the dirt so she could use his back as a seat while she trifled through his belongings.
"You're hurting my ears," she told him, no remorse in her voice. "Quiet down before I really do kill you."
The man but his lip, well aware that she wasn't lying. Sobs shook him, making for an uncomfortable seat. She, however, didn't particularly feel the beed to kill him. It happened, not often, but it did.
"Oh, hush up," she hissed, taking out a bag of rations with her metal hand, "it doesn't hurt that bad."
With her good, human hand, she dropped the plastic bag of food into her own bag. She pushed up, off the man back.
As she was about to walk away, bag slung over her shoulder, brushing against her autumn colored braid, she turned back to him.
"Consider yourself lucky," she said, no hatred in her voice, there never was. "Consider yourself lucky that you didn't do anything stupid. And even luckier if one of the scum bagged criminals in here feel a little light in their hearts and help you. Consider yourself luckier if you die there."
With that, her old black and white Nike sneakers carried her off into the brush of the huge prison.
"You should do something about that. She's been trying to get your attention all night." Bella chuckles at me before lighting up her joint again.
I turn my head and look back at the curly hair that had been staring at me all night. My eyes run down from her hair to her almond shaped eyes, nose and her full lips before going down to her average sized busts, probably a BB cup. I trail my eyes finally to her slim waist and wide hip.
She is great to look at and the female is well aware of it. Which is why she is boldly still staring at me when I look up back to her eyes.
"I could do something about it because I really want to humble the smirk on her face."
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Understanding the meaning of "capricious", came to Sage at the young age. She understood that life as we know it, is fickle and never plays fair. She understood that sometimes sacrifices need to be made to achieve any goal. But to whose detriment?
So she played the long waiting game when it came to life relationships. Staying in between. Friendships were valuable and clear to her that's why she had Bella and the terrible three.
Question is, how long till you decide it's enough and make a choice? Throw in her four friends, a sassy entrepreneur, and the new most wanted proprietary technology with a smart mouthed engineer that comes along with it.