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The Dangerous Life of Agnes Pyle
by Jeremy C Kester
(c) Jeremy C Kester – All Rights Reserved
It looked much like an ancient tomb. Light flickered against the sandstone walls that surrounded Safiya making it difficult to focus on much around her. Blood continued to leach out of her wound along the edges of the blade that protruded from her. She dared not risk pulling the blade out although it continued to wield intense pain. Were she to do so, it might cause her to bleed out.
Death was only the option when she ensured Armando’s demise.
Briefly the pain surged through her forcing her to lean against the wall. She closed her eyes and tried to push her energy away from the pain. Doing so was not easy. Although her gladius’s movement of energy into her sustained her, it didn’t nullify any of the pain. Determination won her over after a few moments. She pushed off of the wall and continued down the corridor.
Scattered footprints littered the ground. They appeared fresh. The flickering lights gave them a quality of movement that was eerie in a way. It made it nearly indiscernible to her how many there were. She figured that the remaining Sentries from her fight were those who she followed.
It was not long before voices started to echo through the chambers. She came to a crossing leading off down two tunnels. The direction of the voices wasn’t clear. Echoes surrounded her making it very difficult to tell from where they came from. She stood quietly for a minute trying to concentrate on the sounds.
It was difficult to sense anything. “Must be a demon’s realm,” she muttered quietly to herself. “Infidels are making deals with demons.” Her grip tightened on her weapons while she chose a direction to follow. Whether or not it was the right direction mattered little at that moment. She needed to keep moving. Movement helped to keep her mind distracted from the pain.
A heightened level of sound from those talking made it apparent that she went in the right direction. Deliberately she slowed her pace trying to ensure that she made as little noise as possible.
“Are they in the meadow?” It was Armando’s voice. Safiya froze in place. As she did so the distraction of movement stopped. A searing pain shot through her side. She resisted the urge to scream holding her breath before releasing a slow exhale.
“Yes, master,” an odd hissing voice muttered.
“Good,” Armando replied. “Then let’s hope that the bitch followed us as well. We should know soon after she arrives. We can have this all wrapped up soon.”
Safiya’s eyes widened as she realized what his words meant: she was followed as well.
She spun as quickly as she could to see a large man standing behind her. His face held upon it a sinister grin. Her reflexes worked fast though as she thrust her gladius upwards and through the man’s jaw into his skull.
Blood sprayed as though the man’s face was a water balloon. He gurgled a cry of pain and surprise, his eyes desperately wide with fear. Safiya shivered as she watched the life drain from the man. Though much of the last days have had many deaths as a result of her hands, it was the first soul she watched so intimately fade away. Emotion overwhelmed her and she dropped her axe and cupped her free hand over her mouth to fight back the crying.
She lowered herself and the man she murdered to the ground. With a jerk of her arm the blade came free pulling with it the debris of what once was the innards of a man’s skull. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly through the taste of sweat, blood, tears, and spit.
The images of every person she encountered flashed into her mind. Through this man, the deaths of each one became painfully palpable to her. Even Majd, Natalia and the Pyles flashed into her mind.
She cried bitterly as she lay on her side. She didn’t want to go on any longer.
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