“What the hell was that!” thought Dragon as she heard the scream coming from the tent.
She turned on her heels and raced into the tent.
When she entered she found herself staring at a man of about 60 years old. He had a grin on his face and the bluest eyes she’d ever seen.
To her left lay Whisper, there was blood trickling out of her nose. She immediately took a defensive stance and took in her surroundings.
“Why are you defensive my beautiful lady? Are you scared?”
He wasn’t speaking. The thoughts were in her head.
“Look upon your friend. Look how she dresses? She seems better suited for a street corner in Tempo City than working with someone of your stature. Is she a tramp?”
Dragon just looked at him. She refused to say anything until she had gained a better understanding of their predicament.
“I sense your fear. I also sense your confidence; it’s a very admirable trait in a lady. You are every bit as beautiful in person as in your newspaper photos. Exquisite.”
She sensed there was more then she could see here. She felt a presence, but couldn’t quite tell where it was coming from. She warily stepped towards the man.
“Yes, come for me. Avenge your friend the trollop. Strike me; I’m only an older man. I sense your anger.”
She drew closer to him. “Be careful, stay alert. Don’t let his words take away your concentration.” She leaned on her extensive martial arts training and tried to maintain her focus. From outside she heard crackling noises and screaming and yelling.
“Lightning”, she thought.
“You hear your friends outside. They have also disrespected me and will pay for their sins as well. It is hopeless, my true believers will take care of them soon enough.”
“Whisper’s power must have disappeared when she fell to this man.”, she thought.
She felt something from behind her and whirled around and ducked just in time to avoid a blow to the back of her head. Standing in front of her was a huge man who stood about 6’7. He was masked in a creepy plain emotionless white mask and a dark blue mechanics work suit with black boots. A chill crawled down her spine.
She thrust her right fist right at the man’s stomach and connected drawing a strange groan from the man. Her left fist connected with the huge man’s chin knocking him backwards.
“I have to use my speed on him, he’s slow.” She thought.
“Yes, defeat him. He’s slow and no match for your speed.” It was the Preacher again invading her thoughts.
She turned around to face the older man. He was still standing there looking at her.
“Checkmate.”
Her eyes flew open as she realized she had lost focus and turned her back on the huge man. She began to turn when a huge fist connected with her cheek and sent her sprawling into the folding chairs knocking them all over the place. The Reverend walked over and smiled down towards her.
“Have to get up” She leapt to her feet just as the man swung at her again.
Dragon did a back flip and landed awkwardly on some of the chairs and fell to the ground as the huge man stomped towards her. She jumped up and waited for the man to get to her.
“Fight now woman. Fight for your life woman.” She shook her head to clear her thoughts as the man slowly approached her.
She heard movement behind her and saw another huge man approaching, she was trapped between them. This man wore the same clothing except instead of the rubber mask he wore a white ice hockey goalie one. He carried a huge wooden bat with him. They seemed to be exactly the same size.
“Finish them brothers! Meet Cain and Abel two of my most loyal followers slut!”
She looked forward then backwards. She had to take one out before the other one could get their hands on her. She glanced at the Preacher; he seemed to be controlling the brutes. From outside she could hear the battle raging on.
Suddenly the Preacher looked at her and her mind seemed to pulsate, she slammed her eyes shut and her hands flew to her head. As soon as the piercing pain arrived it seemed to leave but the damage was done. The bothers were on her.
A fist slammed into her chin knocking her towards the one behind her. He grabbed the back of her head and threw her forward right into the oncoming fist of the other brother. She again flew backwards and was greeted by a punch to her kidney that knocked her up into the air.
The one in front of her picked her up and body slammed her onto the chairs beneath her.
“Ughhhhh.” Dragon moaned.
The other brother kicked her in the side of the head with his heavy boot making her see stars. She was a defenseless punching bag for the duo.
Back and forth they beat her into a pulp. Her head was slammed by punches; their heavy boots pummeled her body. She tried to raise her arms to protect herself but it was no use-they had her down and were raining heavy blows upon her petite body.
Finally she lay barely conscious in front of them. One of them raised her head up by her long black hair and she stared into the face of the Preacher. Again he entered her mind.
“You will pay for your sins tonight my dear. Maybe you shall find salvation before you are handed over. My friend is not as forgiving as me. Take her and the other one out the back boys, you know how to set them up. Bring them to your home.”
The Reverend brought a needle out and injected the Dragon.
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