Warriors: Chapter 8

Brook S. Harbor

VIII

Life and Death

The Liquid Fire guard fell to the floor of the plane, face first. Thick, scarlet blood streamed from his broken nose, his shadowy, purple eye throbbing in misery and pain. Tears streamed down his cheek, each one reflecting back the face of one of Team Omega's members.

I watched as Seth brought his foot up in his arch. For a moment, his large sneaker blocked out the lamp light in the compartment, golden beams of light streaming out from either side of his room. It was as if his foot were a moon...and the lamp was the sun....a sneaker eclipse...

Crack!

I flinched at the sound of shoe against bone, as the guard cried out for mercy. Seth slid his blood, grimy, dirt caked sneaker off of the man's rib cage, stomping it hard into the floor.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" he bellowed, shooting his wrist out like a bullet. His hand made contact with the guard's neck and Seth's fingers slithered around his asophogous like worms. With un-surprising strength, Seth lifted him off the ground with one hand. "This is the last time we're asking you, buddy." Seth drew his lips back in a wolf-like snarl, glaring into the eyes of the guard.

I could see the man's eyes quivering in fear, the crotch area of his torn jeans darkening. His hair was matted with blood and sweat and his jaw was all but broken.

"Dammit, Seth! Put him down!" I hissed, grabbing my team mate by the scruff of his collar. His fingers slipped off of the guard's throat as I pulled him away, the frightening man falling to the ground, clutching his throat.

"What? I was just getting through to-!"

I cut him off ferociously, placing my hands on my hips. I brushed a pink strand of hair out of my eye and gave a dagger-sharp glare to my companion. "He just pissed himself, Alder," I said, pointing at the man's pants.

Seth- being Seth- couldn't help but smirk. I let out a sigh of relief, having thought my friend to have been taken over by anger. Pushing him aside playfully, I knelt down next to the Liquid Fire informant and placed a hand on his chest, surpressing the pain in his sternum enough for him to talk.

"Speak," I said, a surprising confidence and seriousness having arrisen in my voice.

"B-Bite me!" he spat, a few drops of saliva plastering themselves across my face. I closed my eyes tight in disgust, but surpressed the feeling of anger.

Behind me, I could just feel Seth's eyes widen in anger. "No, Alder," I said to him, adressing him by his beautiful last name. "I can handel this."

I gave a cute, fake smile towards the guard and lifted my sweat palm off of his blood T-shirt. He roared in pain as all the feeling returned to his chest, his pectorals heaving up and down as his fingers curled inward into his palms.

"You see..." I said, wiping the spit off of my chin. "While applying pressure to your broken sternum, you wont be able to feel the pain that is coursing through your muscels and bones. However...when I lift my hand...you will experience pain much greater than before I placed my hand." I gave another sarcastic, sweet smile in his direction.

He managed to a let a vile word slide off his tongue. I returned the favor with a quick panther fist to his larynx. After a few moments of him coughing and weezing, the air seemed to partially rush back into his lungs. I placed my hand softly on his chest, applying enough force for the pain to supress itself.

"Now," I said, pursing my lips happily. "Are you going to tell us where our friend is? Or are you going to be a bad boy and make Brook punch your throat again?" I smiled sweetly, poking his nose a little.

He growled in frustration, grinding his teeth back and forth. The sound of his molars scraping against eachother sent shivers down my back, but I retained my composure, staring deep into his eyes.

"No cooperation?" I frowned. "How sad. Alder. A pot please?"

Seth laughed, realizing what I was about to do. He stepped out of the compartment, only to return later with a steaming, silver pot of boiling water. The man's eyes widened as the steaming cauldron of water was placed next to his face, singing his bangs a little.

"Now," I said. "I'm sure your little dossiers told you all about my powers, yeah?"

I flicked out my wrist, straightening my fingers out and tightening my pull on the water. I could feel the heat and steam coursing through my veins, as if I were the moon and I was pulling the small pond of boiling water...back and forth...back and forth....

I closed my eyes and clenched my fist. A small, rotating ball of water lifted out of the pot, steam barreling off of it's liquid surface. Slowly urging the waterball to float over to the guard's body, I let myself relax, the waterball hanging only inches from his forehead.