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How Could He Kill Her?
I never thought about the way I would die. I’m told that drowning is the most peaceful way to die, but how anybody knows this is beyond me. A bullet to the head would most likely be quick, but that’s just the easy way out. There’s no way I’m leaving this world without a scene. I’ll die fighting someone with everything I have left. Someday I’ll push that adrenaline rush too far and that’s when my hunter is going to attack.
I have this gift. I produce too much adrenaline in my body and not enough fear in my DNA so I tend to pick fights and not get tired, but in the end it seems I’m a prisoner to my own faults. Once I destroy the guy that pissed me off, I black out for a few hours until I can get the adrenaline and energy back. I don’t care how big or strong they are, I know that I can beat them. This is where my lack of fear comes into play. My father Loki taught me all the ways of karate and every type of self-defense known to man because of this. I don’t know competition. I have no threats. All I’ve ever known is adrenaline. He didn’t believe that was enough. He tells me there are people in this world tougher than me and if I pick a fight with them they will beat me. In this case, I have self-defense of every kind to use against my attacker. I am Gaia Moon, and I will not lose.
I’m seventeen, born and trained in L.A. My mother died when I was born and my father left before Celest even knew she was pregnant with me. At least this is what Loki tells me. I have no relatives so when Celest died, he took care of me. Loki and my mother were supposedly really close friends and she told him if anything were to happen to her that my care would be in his hands. Loki’s the closest thing I have to a father. Someday maybe I’ll hunt down my real father just so he realizes what he’s done. Loki’s the only one that’s ever been around for me. Except for Kyver Moore, who has been my best friend all my life and always there for me.
Kyver is Loki’s only son. He’s watched over me just as much as Loki and we’ve grown into what you would call a somewhat close relationship. He’s the only one I’ve ever feared for. Being Loki’s son, he also trained in all types of martial arts including karate, taekwondo, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, Kendo, and Judo. He’s more skilled than I am in martial arts. Sam is the one that comes whenever I get in too much trouble for me to handle. I got ambushed by ten men that I just didn’t compare to in martial arts or any other self defense a few years back. I knocked out four of them and injured two. The last of them were too much for me. I did all I could to defend myself, but I couldn’t keep up. I get ambushed almost everyday, danger is drawn to me. They had me on the ground when I saw Kyver run around the corner as they spotted their newfound target. That was the most fear I’ve ever managed to build in my system. I was helpless and blacked out. I woke up the next day with Kyver next to me. No scratches or scars. I still don’t understand how he could defend himself while I couldn’t. I sit up here perched on the tree just off the Ohwia River every day trying to figure that kid out.
Kyver should be coming soon; he’s barely a block away. He’ll see me up in the tree and pull me off as I attack him and we’ll battle for a while and go home. This is the regular afternoon for us. Maybe a fight in an alley gets thrown in, but that’s about it. He’s walking toward me now, but he hasn’t got his daring smile at me like usual.
“Hey,” He says with a monotone. His expression is stale.
“Who kicked your a**?” I ask. He barely laughs.
“Never. Come on, let’s go.”
“You know me better than to just ignore your emotions.” He’s avoiding me.
“It’s umm, nothing. I’m fine. Let’s just go.” Nothing is ever nothing with Kyver. If it’s big enough a problem for it to show on his face then it’s definitely something.
“What do you mean I’m fine? What’s wrong then? Is Loki hurt?”
He chuckles an angry laugh like there’s an unbelievable inside joke in my words.
“Yeah, Loki is just fine. Now let’s go,” he says sternly with a grave tone.
“Not until you tell me what’s going on.” I argue.
“Gaia, we are leaving here. Now.” There is anger and fear in his face.
“No,” I challenge.
“Fine. Just get out of here then! Come home whenever you feel like stop being stubborn.” He storms off into a run.
Whatever is up with him, it’s probably not good. Then again, he was pushing for me to leave here. He probably just heard it was going to be dangerous here tonight. He worries too much. I sit here thinking of all the possible things he could be overreacting about. I feel eyes staring at me from behind. Slowly I turn to look around, careful not to give myself away. Nobody. Just trees and brush. I walk around for about ten minutes to check out the north side and follow into a sprint to stretch my legs. This is it. I hear the bushes rustle and see seven men and three women appear. Two have guns. Cheap bastards. I feel the adrenaline start to course through my veins.