enough for me.” Hudson grinned. “Now you want a lesson or two in using that sword, Lil ?” he mocked, taunting her.
The smile sent a chill through Lil, making her stomach flop. “I, uh, I'm sure I can figure it out on my own.” She wasn't confident in learning anything from Hudson, though if he knew anything, it had to be about fighting. He didn't seem to get along with anyone.
“No, you can't. Let me help you,” Hudson said.
Rawlie stepped out of the training arena, leaving Lil alone with the deranged psychopath. She tried not to show fear. With a resigned sigh, she handed Hudson the sword. “Fine.”
It was heavy and Hudson struggled to hold it, but not before first stabbing her once in the chest, causing her to hit the ground with a thud. “First mistake. Not being prepared. Now, get up!” he demanded at once. “Don't be a baby. Eilith would have slit you open and gutted you by now.”
“You just stabbed me.” Lil gasped for air and moved her right hand over and across her chest. There was no mark, no cut, just a slight sizzle as the material stitched itself. The jacket saved her life.
“Get up!” Hudson rolled his eyes and pointed the sword tip at the ground. His other hand helped Lil to her feet. He steadied the sword, to keep it from falling. “Eilith isn't going to wait for you. As soon as she discovers what you're wearing is a protection shield, she'll cut off your head. Use the eternal suit as a last resort.” It was a warning.
“Okay, got it.” Lil reached for the sword. “Can I try it now?”
“Knock yourself out.” Hudson smiled, watching as she lifted the blade with ease. His smile faltered as she used two hands to wield the sword through the air, whipping and whizzing it by him as he jumped, ducked, and even shifted sideways to keep her from killing him. “Careful. There's only one eternal suit.”
Responsibilities
Chapter 4
“Do you think Lil is okay?” Bray asked.
Willow used a pestle to crush the bone into a powder. Bray was not any help, standing there watching. Willow wondered if he was incapable of help, or if he just refused to work.
“We’re lucky she’s not forcing us to clean up dead bodies. I think you should grab a bone and help me out.”
Bray shot her a look and stalked to the opposite end of the table. He bent down, lifting the smallest bone he could find. “I need a pestle.”
“Help yourself.” Willow pointed behind her at the assortment of various sized pestles on the counter. Evidently, Eilith crushed a lot of bones, herbs, whatever you could make into a potion.
“Please tell me you're coming up with a plan to escape. I don’t want to become that guy.” Bray gestured to the skeleton on the table in front of them.
“We just have to get downstairs without getting caught.”
“Not easy considering she locked us in this place. We should be burying the dead, not smashing their bones.” Bray paused, the color draining from his face. “How is it even possible? How is any of this real?”
“It's as real as you and I are,” Willow said. “I have to admit, you've handled the whole doppelganger aspect pretty well.”
“That’s the easiest part to deal with right now, trust me. Besides, you and Willow are nothing alike.” Bray grabbed the pestle and slammed it across the bone on the table. The bone shattered into a dozen pieces. Repeatedly, he beat the pestle on the table, letting out his frustration.
“I know you’re upset,” Willow said, “but don’t let her get to you. Keep a level head; you’ll need it when we try to escape.”
“Escape? I’m just trying not to become her next victim. Maybe if we do what she says, she’ll let us go.” Bray paused, silence encompassing them. “She killed him, didn’t she?” He dropped the pestle to the table. “What happened to this place?”
“Eilith has the uncanny ability to kill anything in sight. She sucks the life out of the living, human or otherwise. There are no
The smile sent a chill through Lil, making her stomach flop. “I, uh, I'm sure I can figure it out on my own.” She wasn't confident in learning anything from Hudson, though if he knew anything, it had to be about fighting. He didn't seem to get along with anyone.
“No, you can't. Let me help you,” Hudson said.
Rawlie stepped out of the training arena, leaving Lil alone with the deranged psychopath. She tried not to show fear. With a resigned sigh, she handed Hudson the sword. “Fine.”
It was heavy and Hudson struggled to hold it, but not before first stabbing her once in the chest, causing her to hit the ground with a thud. “First mistake. Not being prepared. Now, get up!” he demanded at once. “Don't be a baby. Eilith would have slit you open and gutted you by now.”
“You just stabbed me.” Lil gasped for air and moved her right hand over and across her chest. There was no mark, no cut, just a slight sizzle as the material stitched itself. The jacket saved her life.
“Get up!” Hudson rolled his eyes and pointed the sword tip at the ground. His other hand helped Lil to her feet. He steadied the sword, to keep it from falling. “Eilith isn't going to wait for you. As soon as she discovers what you're wearing is a protection shield, she'll cut off your head. Use the eternal suit as a last resort.” It was a warning.
“Okay, got it.” Lil reached for the sword. “Can I try it now?”
“Knock yourself out.” Hudson smiled, watching as she lifted the blade with ease. His smile faltered as she used two hands to wield the sword through the air, whipping and whizzing it by him as he jumped, ducked, and even shifted sideways to keep her from killing him. “Careful. There's only one eternal suit.”
Responsibilities
Chapter 4
“Do you think Lil is okay?” Bray asked.
Willow used a pestle to crush the bone into a powder. Bray was not any help, standing there watching. Willow wondered if he was incapable of help, or if he just refused to work.
“We’re lucky she’s not forcing us to clean up dead bodies. I think you should grab a bone and help me out.”
Bray shot her a look and stalked to the opposite end of the table. He bent down, lifting the smallest bone he could find. “I need a pestle.”
“Help yourself.” Willow pointed behind her at the assortment of various sized pestles on the counter. Evidently, Eilith crushed a lot of bones, herbs, whatever you could make into a potion.
“Please tell me you're coming up with a plan to escape. I don’t want to become that guy.” Bray gestured to the skeleton on the table in front of them.
“We just have to get downstairs without getting caught.”
“Not easy considering she locked us in this place. We should be burying the dead, not smashing their bones.” Bray paused, the color draining from his face. “How is it even possible? How is any of this real?”
“It's as real as you and I are,” Willow said. “I have to admit, you've handled the whole doppelganger aspect pretty well.”
“That’s the easiest part to deal with right now, trust me. Besides, you and Willow are nothing alike.” Bray grabbed the pestle and slammed it across the bone on the table. The bone shattered into a dozen pieces. Repeatedly, he beat the pestle on the table, letting out his frustration.
“I know you’re upset,” Willow said, “but don’t let her get to you. Keep a level head; you’ll need it when we try to escape.”
“Escape? I’m just trying not to become her next victim. Maybe if we do what she says, she’ll let us go.” Bray paused, silence encompassing them. “She killed him, didn’t she?” He dropped the pestle to the table. “What happened to this place?”
“Eilith has the uncanny ability to kill anything in sight. She sucks the life out of the living, human or otherwise. There are no
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