Hell would have to freeze over before Claire would even consider begging for her life. Still – she’d been running from death her entire life – this wasn’t any different. She knew how to take a beating & come out on the living end of the fight. Even when her punches just wouldn’t land.
She could tell he was angry. Claire would focus on finding a way to use that – maybe he’d slip up – and she could find a way out of this situation. “I’ll take worse over dead any day.” She spit at his feet, blood mixed with saliva. “Besides, is this the best you’ve got?”
“Do you know what it’s like, being trapped in your own body, but unable to effect the world around you?” A slight grin pulled at his lips for a few moments, “I could elaborate on the subject, but I have a feeling that you’ll have some… intimate experience with it soon enough.”
Not that Ky’lar would ever do such a thing, but some of the demons he knew would —- just have to give them the right incentive and they would possess anyone just for sport. “So, the real question is are you going to try that again?”
She couldn’t lie to herself anymore. She’d fucked up. Big time. Another life – or – death decision and like usual she made her major choices in a split second. Normally that worked out in her favor – but this time she was starting to doubt.
Claire was having trouble catching her breath. and the pain she felt indicated she’d busted at least one rib – if she survived this she’d need a hospital visit.
Maybe he took things a bit too far this time around, making a scene out of nothing at all, but then again, that was what happened when he got angry. It burned hot in his veins and he lashed out — didn’t matter who or what it was.
“You know, if you survive, you’ll go on living your life as you usual had, but what’s the point in it anyways? Life is so…. fleeting at times, isn’t it? One little mistake for humans and they wind up dead or worse.”
Hellfirebound 