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Chapter 13 - A Mothers Rage

- caution, there is graphic violents within this chapter that might be disturbing to some readers. -

Her expression changed to a sneer, obviously mocking the men infront of her.

"Opps. It looks like I accidentally ripped out your friends throat. How clumsy of me! I guess I should give it back now." she looked like she had only bumped into someone's should on the street, not at all matching the horrific act she had just committed.

With a violent toss of her hand, she threw the severed jugular at one of the other men still frozen in their place infront of her. All eyes followed the bloody mess of skin threw the air until it smacked this man so hard in the face his body lost its balance and fell back first into the ground. His head bounced of the ground three times, taking away his conciousness instantly.

Her eyes narrowed, and she sized up the remaining men. Not including the man she just knocked out, there were three more men left alive.

"Oh dear.. Why do you three look so scared? I'm no one scary. Just a little girl looking for her Apprentice." Her eyes traveled downward until they met the pitiful Mikel's. " What a coincidence! There he is. My love, are these men friends of yours?" Her voice sounded light and cherry, but killing intent still radiated from her.

The men didn't let her tone fool them. She was a mad woman! Definitely not someone they would of ever wanted to offend.

"Mistress, these mens are bad men! They bullied Mikel!" His lower lip quivered and his big eyes filled with tears, spilling over his face.

Such a sad sight made her face darken instantly, somehow making her even scarier then before to the helpless men.

"Is that so? Then such bad men shouldn't be allowed to walk the streets so freely." As soon as the words left her mouth, her body sprung into action.

Her moves were so fast it was like she was carried by the wind itself. She leaped over Mike's small body and landed gracefully right infront of one of the remaining men.

"No.. please spare me!!" The man was terrified and cried like a new born baby.

She looked like a normal young woman, but she was really a demon in disguise!

"Now, now, Dont be so dramatic. You probably won't die over something like this!" A smirk crawled up her face contrasting against the darkness in her eyes, and she laughed out loud menacingly.

She skillfully lifted one of her thin legs up into the sky above her own head, and quickly brought it back down onto the man's skull with full force. His face rocketed into the ground, cracking his scull and killing him on impact. A mess of blood pooled around his almost completely flattened head, filling the air with a tangy copper scent.

"Opps, looks like I was wrong."

She glanced at the remaining men back and forth, making their blood boil cold. Who was going to die next? The anticipation made them feel like they were going to loose their minds!

She reached into her own robe's pocket, pulled out a small silver knife and waved it threw the air showingly. It was plain looking in design, but was made from extremely good metal, making it sharp and shiny. With a flick of her wrist she threw the knife on the ground between the two remaining men.

"I'm tired. Decide amongst yourself who dies. The other is free to go." her hands found their way to her hips, and she looked at them impatiently.

Their panicked eyes followed the knife as 'claged' to the ground. Both their bodies leaping at it at the same time, trying to be the first to grab the weapon to save their own lives.

If it meant life of death, then they both clearly wanted to choose life! Even if it meant killing their friend.

The man on the left was abit faster then the other, and quickly scooped up the knife and held it tightly with both hands. A conflicted expression of fear and remorse clear on his face.

He didn't want to die. There was no choice! If he had to become a murderer in order to live another day, then that was what he would do!

Both men were panting heavily and felt out of breath from their racing adrenaline. It felt like the whole town was frozen in time at that very moment. There was no other thought in their minds other then to survive.

Just as the man with the knife was about to strike, Amiria song-like voice stopped him mid step.

"Haha! Don't you think making two friends to kill eachother would be too cruel of me? I could never do something so terrible."

Both men fell to their knees from the sudden relief. Thank the gods! She didnt mean it! They didn't really have to kill the other to survive. It was just some twisted joke of a mad woman.

"I've decided that I like you two. You were really going to go threw with it. How funny! Because I like you, I wont kill you."

The men were sweating profusely by that point, and tears and snot ran down their petrified faces. Never aware of what was really going threw that wicked mind of hers.

She had something else in mind for them. She was tired of killing, so instead she would just make them suffer alittle and let them go.

She slowly walked over to one kneeling men, that was still groveling on the ground infront of her.

"Mikel darling, how about you use some of your fire to clean these men's clothes? Their covered in nasty blood. Its quit unseemly."

She warmly looked back at Mikel with an encouraging smile, making him perk up instantly.

"Yes, Mistress!"

He held out his little hand, and clamped his eyes shut in concentration. The sudden smell of burning clothes filled the air, and two screams echoed from the street.

Before long, their clothes were completely burnt away. They spared their skin, leaving each of the men naked and very afraid in the middle of a busy street.

Amiria turned her back to the now naked men, and walked over to Mikel to lovingly pick up her still sniffling child and placed him on her hip. He snuggled himself into her shoulder finding comfort in her warm embrace.

"Next time someone picks on you, burn them until their bones are ash."

Mikel nodded his head rapidly, silently swearing that he would become stronger so his Mistress never had to dirty her hands cleaning up his own problems again.

Despite having so much power, he was still just a five year old boy.