"Jeez. For future reference, you know, the next time you come to this life, can you at least be more creative? Like why not have a group orgy with your victim or something," I complained before I lifted my leg, slamming it hard into the ground – the action caused the ground to quiver as a wave of air blasted towards them – blowing them off their feet.
"Time to run, farewell!" I called out as I dashed back to the right, trying my hardest to stay focused.
“Scar? How are you holding up?"
Tired as fuck, but I can take over, Scarlet’s weak voice noted.
“The guys should be here shortly, I think if we go this way we can—”
Boom
I screamed; our body was blasted off the ground – slamming into a glass advertisement poster. I cursed; my body felt like I was being stabbed by thousands of pins and needles as pain radiated all over. Bloody fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Aurora switch!" Serenity called out.
I didn't hesitate, my vision already blurred. I switched before I passed out.
SERENITY
"OW! I swear to my heavenly Father, I'm murdering someone and won't give a flying fuck if I go to hell," I mumbled, lifting myself into sitting position before I spat the pool of blood out of my mouth.
"Serenity. Do you have enough energy?" Scarlet's worried voice asked.
"I'll be fine, but once I heal you, you're alone. You're almost at your limit, Scarlet. The moment I heal you, hide," I ordered; my fears of my host actually dying began to thrum through me.
"I'll be okay, Serenity. I promise."
"You better or no marshmallows for you," I replied, taking a look at my roughed-up appearance. Glass shards were deep into my skin along with the multiple scratches. I didn't even want to glance at my left leg which I currently couldn't feel.
"So much for not getting a scratch," I huffed, closing my eyes and calling upon my magic.
"String of healing, bestow upon me your grace as you mend my wounds and return my body to its healthy state. Give me fortitude to fight for my beliefs and escape the enemies that wish our defeat."
My body grew warm, the pain reduced at an accelerated rate as multiple strings wrapped around me – healing all my wounds with ease. I sighed in relief, falling on my back as my conscious faded – Scarlet, please...run.
Chapter Fourteen
SCARLET
"Fuck," I cursed, scrambling to my feet, but staying in place as my eyes scanned around me. Fuck...I'm surrounded.
"What a show. I'm impressed." The green haired guy emerged from behind his group of men; a triumphant smile on his pride filled face as he slowly approached me, gun in hand. I lifted my hands, moving back slowly to keep distance between us. He stilled, raising his gun at me.
I froze, trying to think of a way out of this.
"Why don't we make this quick before you do something mesmerizing like you did back there? By the way, if you'd cooperated, maybe we would have had some group fun. Too bad, you're a cutie. Though, I’m really not feeling the orange hair," he pointed out.
I frowned, rolling my eyes. "It's my natural hair color, bud. Can't compliment me and not accept all of me. Geez," I mumbled, biting my lip as I prepared for what I knew was to come.
"Any last words, Miss Orange?"
"Fuck you, green haired, brown eyed ugly piece of sh—" I rambled before the trigger went off. I closed my eyes, preparing for the impact when a loud click followed. What?
"What!" I heard green hair dude yell.
I opened my eyes; something silver was before me – a sleek silver scythe with grey outlines. My eyes trailed along the scythe, noticing the intricate design of multiple colored roses from pink, purple and gold.
My eyes landed on soft delicate hands – pink nail polish with gold stars. Wait. This can't be.
I lifted my gaze to see a familiar woman, but her appearance was very different from the person I knew. She had long, navy-blue hair; the tips shifted to a light purple that seemed to glow with energy. She wore blue faded jeans shorts; her bare legs covered in multiple markings in the shape of roses.
The markings glowed a dark indigo blue; the soft glow demanded attention. I glanced up to her neon pink t-shirt with the words Milkshake Princess and noticed similar markings peeking out from her short sleeves and running down her arms.
The most outstanding part of the woman before me was her massive, transparent wings that fluttered behind her – the blue, purple, and silver glittering light flowed off them as they fluttered at a rapid rate.
I finally reached her face – an intricate tattoo traced from her temple down the right side of her face and around her neck.
Her eyes locked on mine – midnight blue orbs met mine.
"Midnight?" I whispered.
"Hello, Scarlet. What did you do to cause all the commotion?" she asked; her monotone voice hinted at a bit of her curiosity as she tilted her head.
"Um...I was minding my own business when those guys attacked me. That guy over there said he doesn't like my hair," I revealed. My mind too fuzzy to attempt to explain everything in such a short time.
Midnight glanced over at the green haired male who aimed the gun in her direction.
"Why do you hate her hair?" she asked.
He gave her a confused look. "What? Because…it's orange!" he yelled.
"So?"
"So, what? I don't like orange."
"You have green hair," she countered.
"Green hair is the new trend!" he argued.
"But how about if I didn't like green," she suggested.
"You can't hate green!"
"Why not? You hate orange. Why can't I hate your green hair? Regardless, that's not very nice to try and kill my friend over here because you don't like her hair."
"Are you fucking lecturing me right now?!"
"I'm not lecturing you. I'm just stating you shouldn't go murdering people over your dislikes. It's common manners. I haven't murdered you, even though you're ugly, now have I?" she retaliated, stepping in front of me.
"I'm not ugly!" he shouted.
"Uh huh. Well...you’re not very attractive, buddy. Sorry. I guess I have higher standards." Midnight shrugged. "Scarlet, lay down please," Midnight ordered.
I didn't question; I just pressed my body to the ground.
"FUCK! Kill both of them!" he screamed, pulling the trigger.
Midnight did a quick twirl, her scythe slicing through the air. I braced for the impact of the shot in all directions, but nothing happened.
I lifted my head to see every single bullet inches from hitting us – as if we were in a mini-bubble and they couldn't penetrate the invisible barrier.
I glanced up to see Midnight's hair glowing a bright purple; magic leaked off her in waves that made me want to quiver in fear. Holy shit...how does she hide that much power on a daily basis?
I could hear the multiple gasps before more shots were fired, but it was no use – they all hit the invisible bubble around us.
"You have two options. Apologize to my friend and surrender OR have a good time with Lucifer. I heard he's accepting new souls in hell," Midnight suggested.
"I'm not apologizing to your fucking orange haired friend, and Lucifer can kiss my a—" he began, but a bullet went through his head.
I gasped, looking at Midnight who tilted her head, looking just as confused.
"That wasn't me," she mumbled, glancing up at her right.