Random Writing from an Unfinished Story, Because That’s Really the Only Kind I Have, and This Will Probably Make No Sense.

Sidhe like you ruin life for the good ones.”  Dolina looked over Sarai with disgust, holding the gun elegantly, like a glass of old wine. “Has it never occurred to you how selfish you are? You have the freedom to be the woman you were born to be. But what about me?” She pointed to Ian’s body. “He was my husband. We have children. Why did you take him from me?”

Because he was going to kill me.” Wasn’t that obvious?

She sneered. “No, because Sidhe like you are afraid of Sidhe like him. Like me. So you tell us we’re evil. And because we’re outnumbered, we are the ones who suffer.”

That’s not true.” Sarai weighed the risk of grabbing for the gun before Seth made it through the window. If only he could move faster…

Really?” said Dolina, “I suppose you are the expert on truth. Well, hail, Your Righteousness, for dispensing your wisdom to a humble sinner like me.” She cocked the gun and pointed it at Sarai’s head.

You’re trying to convince me that killing people is ok because it’s in your nature?” It sounded like what it was—a lame attempt to buy time—but Seth was only halfway though.

Dolina laughed. “How reductive. Did Kalem teach you to think that way, or was it your parents?”

Sarai bit back her rage. Buy more time. Focus on the gun. If her finger even twitches…

No answer?” Dolina tilted her head, laughter running from her lips like cold water.

Seth planted one foot on the floor, clinging to the windowsill for balance. “Most of the Sidhe think killing’s in the Unselee’s nature,” Sarai said, licking the sweat from her lips. “But I don’t.”

So you think we’re “evil” by choice?” she snorted.

I think you’ve all got chips on your shoulders.”

Seth set his other foot down and slid the knife from between his teeth. Sarai tensed. Dolina smirked.

You’re wrong, and you’re stalling.”

She swung the gun around and fired. Screaming, Seth fell, clutching his stomach.

Sarai wanted to scream. She wanted to rush to her fallen friend; maybe her only friend still living. But instinct clicked as she heard Dolina cock her weapon a second time, saw the barrel aim at her face, and before Dolina could fire Sarai’s hands shot out, trapping the gun and twisting it away. She stood, shaking, with the gun pointed at Dolina’s head. Dolina’s eyes flicked around the room, finding no help and no way out.

So,” she snapped, “The holy warrior has won. Go on; do your duty. Wipe this evil stain from the earth.” For the first time, Sarai saw Dolina’s cold, polished veneer crack. Her eyes wide, filled with hatred and desperation, her lips twisted into an uncontrolled snarl.

You’ve murdered dozens of my people already. What are a few more orphans? You’ll only kill them anyway.”

Sarai opened her mouth to protest.

Dolina cut her off. “Kalem murdered our children, Sarai. What does your conscience say about that? Tell me! Does it say they deserved to die because of the way they were born?”

Sarai could have said no. She could have tried to reason, the way she would have reasoned with Kalem, if she’d been there. But there was no reasoning with this woman, this thing that seemed bent on crushing everything she cared about. She glanced at Seth, huddled bleeding on the floor, and the tears finally came. This was not how Kalem had wanted to finish things. A simple killing wouldn’t end the war; not now. It might even backfire.

But they were trapped. She had no choice. So she pulled the trigger.

Dolina dropped, the wild look in her eyes frosted over. Quickly, Sarai shoved the gun in her waistband and hauled Seth up on his feet.

You…” he gasped and pressed his hand against his side, blood oozing out between his fingers. “You shot her.” Gritting his teeth against the pain, he stared at the body of his former master.

Sorry. Can you walk?”

No. I mean yes, just…not sorry. Just…” he grunted. “This was not what I expected.” His words slurred together. The man had a hole through his middle and he was still clinging to his sarcasm. Sarai played along, helping him to the door.

What? The part where she shot you, or the bit after that?”

Dunno…all sort of mushed together.”

Sarai checked to make sure the street was clear and stepped out onto the dirt road, moving as quickly as she could without hurting Seth too much. Already he was leaving a trail of blood spatters in the dust. If they didn’t move fast, they would never make it out. She whispered, “I wanted to bring her back with us. You know that.”

Seth didn’t answer. His eyes were half-closed, and he sagged heavily on Sarai’s shoulders. Sweat glazed his forehead, and his lips were tinged with blue. A block or so away, she heard shouting coming from Dolina’s house. They couldn’t stop. They’d only be tracked into a corner. The only way to help Seth was to get him out of the city, someplace the Unlesee couldn’t follow.

So she prayed, and tried to ignore Seth’s groans as she dragged him, bleeding, through the dark street.


~ by scorchd on September 14, 2010.

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