(Disclaimer: A warning to those who continue. This is a sequel to a previous story. Both of these were written in the mid-1990’s. While the first one was slightly edited and vanity press published, this one has not been touched in over 20 years. I figure I should do something with it and people may get a laugh or fright from how I used to be. Every author comes from somewhere, so this is part of my origin. To that end, I am deeply sorry for whatever nightmares I will inflict on the literary world and the American English language. Enjoy?)
The armory is a room filled with hundreds of sun-forged weapons and eerie, red light. On a hovering weapon rack is the magical item that many immortals have a deep desire for. The Mars weapon is a beautiful and slender blade that gives off a torch-like glow. Two glistening jewels are embedded in the black hilt. One is a ruby that is in the center of the hilt and a yellow diamond is in the pommel.
“Security off. Codename is Hydrana, the Neptune guardian,” says the redhead into a triangular voice checker. Once a nearby lightbulb turns off, she reaches for the glowing sword. A brick wall suddenly appears in her way. With a savage punch, the wall disappears and the angry guardian turns to face her opponent.
“We don’t have to do this. Delila,” announces Miracle, who walks out of the crimson shadows.
“Then leave, Kelly. Go back to the people that love you and let me walk into hell by myself. Nobody needs to follow me.”
“Well isn’t that dramatic. I won’t let you do something that’s both stupid and insane. You need our help whether you know it or not.”
“Stupid? Insane? First of all, I am not insane. I am crazy. And this is not a stupid act. But, of course, your kind wouldn’t understand any of the things that my kind has to do to survive.” Hydrana swiftly kicks Miracle in the face before putting the sword’s leather belt over her shoulder.
“What do you mean by my kind? All of us are immortals and we were humans before that.”
“I don’t mean race, religion, or gender. Your kind are the ones who are always happy and enjoying life. Unlike me, you never went through a day of mental anguish in your life. You never found yourself cowering in a dirty corner for hours like a terrified, wounded animal. You never lived with a family that used you and never loved you. And I know that you were never touched when you didn’t want to be touched. Your family protected you.” Tears streak down Hydrana’s face and she starts to back up against the wall. She suddenly leaps at Miracle with incredible speed.
“I’ll admit that I don’t fully understand what you went through. But that doesn’t mean that nobody loves you. You’re like a sister to me,” cries Miracle as her head gets slammed into the solid floor. She manages to get Hydrana in a headlock before picking the redhead up and throwing her into where the ceiling meets the wall. Hydrana pushes her fingers into the metal and hangs in the corner like a deadly spider.
“A sister? You consider me something like a sister? Well I never had a sister, but I did have an older brother. The family’s favorite child, who surprisingly left and never returned to save his eight-year-old sister. I hate him for abandoning me. Am I still a sister to you?”
“Yes. We confide in each other and act like best friends. But we’re more than that. We’ve become sisters in both battle and spirit.”
“I guess you’re right, Kelly. What should I do? My head feels like it’s burning inside,” says Hydrana after she holds her head and drops to her knees.
Miracle helps the other guardian get to her feet before saying, “I’ll bring you to Fate. Maybe his birthright powers can help you. Come on. Use your legs because I don’t want to drag you all the way to the space skimmer bay.”
“Fate? The orphaned guardian. You’re right. I have to see him. Of course, not for the reasons you would think.” Hydrana stomps on her friend’s foot and spins the Venus guardian like a top. She knocks Miracle into a large gun rack and tries to leave the room. But the black-haired immortal viciously tackles her.
“I thought you said that I was right,” Miracle grunts as she gets flipped over Hydrana and onto her back. When she gets up to her knees, Hydrana has one of her boot blades against Miracle’s neck.
“I did say you were right. The only excuse I have is that I lied. Maniacs like me tend to do that to naïve suckers like you. That whole sisters in battle and spirit crap sounded so idiotic that I couldn’t help but play along with the drama. I mean, you couldn’t actually believe it would effect me at this point in the game. I’m too far-gone for you to stop me with simple words. One of the boys could probably stop me from this journey, but not you. Not in a million years. You’re way too nice to correctly deal with people like me. Of course, you know that and still had to try and save me from myself because it would eat you up inside if you did nothing. Well, Miracle. Since you think of me as a sister, consider this a small taste of severe sibling rivalry. Pleasant nightmares, illusionist.”
Miracle relaxes with a loud sigh when the retractable blade is put away, but she is immediately nailed in the face by a sledgehammer made out of solid ice. The impact breaks her nose and the sledgehammer shatters. Hydrana is gone long seconds before the Venus guardian’s body hits the armory’s floor with a low thud.