The Addict

Here we meet Cyra

The apple was small and round. Its dimpled skin was speckled with yellow dots. Cyra glanced around the corner, checking for guards, then bit into the apple. Sweet juice dribbled down her chin as she savoured the flavour. Cyra checked again, peeping around the alleyway, before grabbing two more apples from the small gnarled tree and stuffing them into her satchel. She skimmed the street with her eyes before running across the stone road to a rundown hut. The straw roof sagged and the mud walls were thin. A flap of animal skin covered the doorway. Cyra lifted the flap and the smell of woody smoke hit her. She let the flap fall shut behind her and dropped her satchel onto the table beside the door. Her armour clinked as she slowly took a step forward.

“Papa?” She called, searching for him in the darkness. Something wasn’t right. Her tail slowly began to rise. “Papa, where are you? This isn’t funny.”

“You’re too late, girl.” The voice was just a whisper.

“Stop playing games with me, Papa.”

“I’m not your Papa,” a man stepped out of the shadows. He had dark hair and a scar stretched from his left eye to his jaw. A chill crept over Cyra.

“What have you done with Papa?”

“He wouldn’t tell us where you were,” despite the situation, a feeling of pride settled on her.

“But capturing you was a lot easier than I thought,” the man continued. “So-” Cyra cut him short by jumping on him, her tail flicking over her head.

“What have you done with my Papa?” Her hands grabbed his throat.

“I can’t-”

“TELL ME!” She screamed, fingers tightening around his neck.

“The…the P.o. took him…because he wouldn’t…tell us…where to find…you.”

“What do the P.o. want to do with me?”

“You…are the only…one with…Fire Venom…” His voice faded. Cyra loosened her fingers but didn’t get off him. He spoke again: “You are the only Daughter of…Fire…left.” Cyra fell off him in shock. Immediately he was on top of her, a knife flashing silver in his hands.

“For that, I will have to kill you.” As the knife curved towards her neck, Cyra’s tail flicked up instinctively and stabbed him in the back. A red glow spread through his chest as the Fire Venom burned through him, widening the wound in his back. Cyra shoved him off her and ran to the door, grabbing her satchel and stepping out onto the street.

Author's Note

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Chapter 2

Reviews

[Zubi]

I don't really get it is that Scorpio? Cause if it is, OH I GET IT!

[Zabella]

Yeah it's Scorpio, I guess I should've explained that somewhere

[Zabella]

Sorry the first paragraph is messed up

[Zabella]

whoa sorry guys didn't mean for the text to be that big !!