Rayne's Story

Rayne Del Muerte is ready to face the world and is eager to begin her first mission. But when she meets her target, will she survive the encounter?

“I can’t believe Father!” I yelled. “I’m not another one of his subjects. I have my own thoughts and feelings. What do you think River?” I asked my younger sister, not really caring for her opinion.

“I think he’s doing what he thinks is best,” she started.

“But what about what I think?!” I shouted.

“But,” she began again. “I don’t think he is considering your feelings at this point,” she finished.

My fists ignited. I was furious. I couldn’t control myself.

“Rayne,” River said. “Cool down.”

“Cool down? Cool down?!” I said, my flames rising along with my voice. “I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation.”

“Why don’t you just do something to take your mind of this?” River said, always the voice of reason.

“Good idea. Do you want to go see if Talon will be a dummy for our combat practice?”

River smiled. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Talon!” I yelled. River and I had walked down to the armory, where he was usually found.

“What?” Talon asked. He was sitting behind the work desk, working on some new kind of bullets which my father had asked for. He was a weapons genius. Always working on new weapons to help destroy the evil lycans, or werewolves. They were the vampires arch enemies, they and humans.

“Will you be the target dummy? Now before you say no, think of it this way. You would be helping royalty, as much as I hate to use the word. Would definitely make Father extremely happy,” I pleaded.

“Fine. Just not too hard this time,” he started. I smiled. “And no fire. I don’t want any more burns.”

“ I promise. Hey River! You want to tape Talon getting knocked out for the….what number would this be?” I asked.

“I don‘t know…You sure you‘re not going to really hurt him?” River asked, fiddling with her necklace. It was of a dragon wrapped around a sword that was holding a small orb in one of its claws. She always wore it and fiddled with it when she was worried. Talon had given it to her when she was near fatally injured during a fierce battle between the vampires and lycans. It had been the last time Father had allowed her in a battle physically.

“River. I don’t know why you’re worried. She’s not gonna beat me this time. You’re going down Rayne. I hope you’re ready,” Talon said. He stood up and even though he acted like a geek, he was really good looking, to everyone except me of course.

He was tall, about 6’1”, and thin, but muscular at the same time. His build made opponents easily underestimate his strength. He had piercing blue eyes that made you lose yourself in his gaze and a smile that made you smile too, no matter how bad things were. He loved dressing like a young human even if he wasn’t. Preppy clothes, his bed head brown hair, I guess you could say he was breathtaking. Until he opened his mouth.

The End

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