Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Poison ❯ Chapter 16 ( Chapter 17 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 16

Fingers resting on the handle of the blade by her hip, Satsuki waits and listens as the men argue around her.

“She has nothing to do with any of this,” says Cale, with forced calmness.

“She has everything to do with this,” spits out Sekhmet. “If it wasn't for her, we would have destroyed the Ronins. She turned you into a fucking lap dog, rather than one of the greatest warriors that Master Talpa had.”

Tightening his grip further on Satsuki, Sekhmet digs the blade a little into her throat. A small trickle of blood begins to flow down her neck.

With short, little breaths, Satsuki tries to calm her racing heart. Flexing her hand once over the knife, she begins to slide it out of the sheath slowly, so as not to attract attention from the man holding her.

“Let her go,” says Sage calmly, trying not to enrage the man holding his sister more.

“Do you think I'd even consider letting this bitch go?” sneers the man. “As soon as my blade dropped from her throat, you'd both rush me.”

“Cale is right. She has nothing to do with the issues between the Warlords and Ronins,” says the blond Ronin evenly.

“She got involved the moment she helped that little brat of yours,” snarls the green haired Warlord.

With a quick glance, Satsuki looks down with only her eyes toward the blade. Noticing that the blade was more than half way out, she raises her eyes and notes her lover staring at her.

He realizes I'm trying to take the knife out! I think he's attempting to buy me time.

But with her body pressed against the man behind her, she can feel the tension in his body beginning to rise.

I'm running out to time!

Continuing to work the blade out, Satsuki splits her focus between the blade at her hip and the one at her neck. Feeling the blood running down her neck and under her shirt, Satsuki wonders if she'll have the time to get the blade out to be of any use to her.

With the blade at her neck digging in a little more, Satsuki realizes it's now or never. Wiping the blade out of her hip sheath, she rotates her wrist just a little. Sliding her hip a little to the left, she plunges the blade backwards.

“Bitch!” screams the green haired warrior, as he loses his grip on the woman.

Slipping away from Sekhmet, Satsuki presses a hand against the wound at her throat. Staring at the knife sticking out of Sekhmet, near his groin, she almost wishes that she had hit him a few more inches over.

Taking the blade in his hands, Sekhmet jerks the knife out of his skin. Blooding rushes out of the wound and Sekhmet realizes that the woman hit a major artery. Blood gushes down his leg and onto the grass around him. The bloody knife still in hand, Sekhmet lungs for the woman, only to be pushed back by Cale as he steps between them.

“Whore!” screams Sekhmet, finding himself weakening at the loss of blood.

Dropping to one knee, Sekhmet glares at the woman standing before him. Staring back in return, Satsuki continues to watch as the man drops to both knees.

Almost at the last moment, Sekhmet tries to save himself, but finds himself too weak to teleport away from the clearing. Dizziness taking his mind and darkness taking his sight, Sekhmet falls backwards onto the ground, as the blood continues to rush from the mortal wound.

Minutes pass, while Satsuki watches her tormentor taking in his last gasping breaths. All too soon, the clearing is quiet and the snake man is dead.

With her hand still pressed to her neck, Satsuki stares down at the corpse near her feet. Almost afraid, she takes a moment to realize that the terror is over. Raising her eyes to her brother, Satsuki takes a breath.

“You're right, Sage,” she says calmly. “I did need therapy.”

Taking one more look down at the dead man, she again raises her eyes to her brother.

“Therapy's over,” she says, before turning her back on the man whom tried to destroy her life.

Walking out of the clearing, Satsuki leaves behind her nightmares as well.