“Behind you!” He stood inches away, slid his bloody knife to her on the ground. Lisa
quickly picked it up, turned around and slashed the side of a fourth man’s face, adrenaline
coursing through her veins.
The man in black flinched, touching his face in pain. “Bitch! Kill her!”
A fifth man, with spiked hair, stepped out of the shadows. He ran up to Lisa and was
about to strike, but Joe appeared in front of him.
Lisa dropped the knife and backed up on stumbling legs. Her hands were beginning to
shake. She clenched them together forming fists. Must have been something I ate, she
thought, trying to remember to breathe.
“You think you’re going to kill me too, do you?” the man with spiked hair taunted,
Joe slipped his hand under his long coat. “I don’t think,” he said. “I know.” Before the
man could do anything, Joe brought his hand out holding a sword and slashed the man’s
neck. Joe looked at the sheen of blood dripping off his weapon. “Made me ruin a good
sword.” Joe looked at the last guy standing, whom Lisa had cut. “Your turn.”
“You don’t get it,” the guy in black said. “When we get the Heart there will be nothing
but hell, and you can’t do a damn thing about it.” He merged into the darkness.
Lisa stood there, unable to say anything. She wanted to run but couldn’t. Joe’s sword
dissolved into the air. He then waved his hand over the ground. The bodies seeped into the
pavement along with the blood. Lisa gasped. He had erased the nightmarish scene. No
sign that any fighting had ever taken place. Not even a drop of blood.
“What?” Lisa felt like her mouth couldn’t move along with her body. “Who are you?”
Joe waved his hand across Lisa’s eyes.