Danny picked up the sword, dancing as she did, only to
quickly slash the approaching individual. She loved this song. Adored the
chorus, the beat, the way the lyrics formed the emotions within her mind. It
was, to her, the perfect upbeat rhythm for doing what she loved most of all.
She loved to hurt people, really, really hurt them, if they deserved to be
hurt.
At an early age her sense of justice, of fair play, seemed
to be ingrained within her very soul. Live, or let live, being her general
stance of the moments that appeared. Until, that is, someone did something
wrong. Her parents used to be wary of her swift justice, even as a small child,
whilst also laughing out of ear shot as they, honestly, agreed. You could push
most people, again and again, until they eventually pushed back or flailed
around. Usually, people just soaked up the nasty side of life, but not her, not
Danny.
This latest debacle, the current hack and slash of things,
arose from the local bad people doing what they did. The rule, crafted a few
years previous, was that they’d leave her alone if, of course, she’d stop
killing them. Sure, truthfully it worked for a while, until they hurt someone
that she cared for. There was no justice swift enough, no court within the land
that would pacify what they’d done, with the trial, decision and comeuppance
becoming immediately due.
Here she was, there they were, in front of the person she
wanted to have a word with. Once again, her hips swayed, side to side, with the
ever-increasing beat matching her own beating heart. The words, embracing her,
connecting to her, entrancing the next sword movement. She loved weapons.
Large, small, secret or in your very face, they all did what she wanted them to
do. Hurt. Give pain. Teach a lesson with no words involved.
She smiled, as another fell away to her side. She,
thankfully, couldn’t hear their agony filled screams, due to the expensive over
ear headphones cancelling the external ambience. She raised her arm, hand in
the arm, moving side to side with the vibrant music pumping in her ears. This,
to her, was so much fun. Ideally, she’d prefer to be dancing in her bedroom, or
front room, or any room, with this place being the second prize in a raffle of
locations. It didn’t matter, as she was having fun either way.
She was the daughter of a long-forgotten family of stoic
thinkers, the reasonable few, that strangely thought about how to inflict pain
upon a person that deserved such things. Growing up, it proved useful, whilst
also learning self-control. She’d had her wings clipped, a few times, by her
Father as well as Mother, which taught her control as well as respect. The
balance, of all things, within all situations, filling her thoughts with a
defined and unique perspective of the world. She could see the corners, the
rooms filled with lies, the expressions that lacked detail, as well as the
hidden motives behind most souls.
It mattered not, as the long blade once again cut the truth
into another individual. She wasn’t damaging them that much, only a little,
just enough to remove them from the game being played. The song neared its end,
as she stood in front of him, the transgressor, the perpetrator of the physical
deed that hurt her friend. She swung the sword around and around, the
professional at play, the perfect balance of the sword being used to her
advantage. The silence appeared, as she slid the headphones away from her ears,
to rest around her neck. He sat there, defiant, reliant on his status to
protect him, knowing the implications of what he’d done.
She smiled, as her head ever so slightly moved to the left
as her thoughts rampaged through her mind. She didn’t wish to remove the head
from a snake that could be replaced by an even bigger snake, but punishment for
actions had to take place and, right now, her mind was concocting so many
beautiful, dreamy, playful ways to teach him a lesson. She leaned forward, her face inches away from
his, as she felt his fear start to rise, “Now… let’s talk about that Halloween
payback!”
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