Stalker becomes Hunted

No one goes near her. Not unless they want their arms chopped off (and I assure you it would not be pleasant...). Xyliar only has one family member... her brother. But they lead less than normal lives. Others live in fear of the demonic creatures that haunt the darkness in the night, but then you have the hunters. They turn the stalker into their prey.
She finds it oddly difficult to accept other people, but who needs other people? Who needs anyone? All she needs is the katana at her hip and the murderous hatred of those who prey on the weak and vulnerable.

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5. Missing in action

The morning was warmer than the night had been, it held the feeling of a peaceful day… It couldn’t be more wrong…

 

Wind whistled past her cheeks, strengthening the further up she got. Who on earth thought of putting a twenty floor block of flats on top of a bloody hill? An idiot that’s who. Xyliar climbed to the top at a stupidly fast sprint.

            “Open up.” She spoke into the speaker on the wall.

            “Who is this?”

            “Get someone to look at the cameras.”

            “That proves nothing.”

            “Caecelius! Let me in now!”

            “Sorry no visitors.”

            “I live here!”

            “Oh, do you?”

            “Of course I do!”

            “You recognise my voice, I know you do! Now let me in before I chop you in half!”

            “With your trusty katana? Xy, we all know you won’t do anything.” Caecelius laughed heartily as he let the door swing open.

            “Who leaves a blind person on guard anyway?!”

            “A clever one.” Like his name implies he was in fact blind, his eyes glassy and pale like the inside of a crystal ball, (his name literally meant blind in case you were wondering).

            “Yeah… A stupid one… where is the boss anyway?”

            “Upstairs in his office.” By office Caecelius meant the boss’ bed room. He could sit there for hours and hours on end, simply thinking up battle plans. That was an area where the man was not completely useless. He was an amazing leader and strategist.

 

Xyliar set off up the stairs. It was strenuous and tiring after her long journey, but she was very used to the height of her home as her room was currently near the top as well. This, though Xyliar didn’t actually know, was because the boss had a certain fondness for her and her brother (whose room was right next to his sister’s).

            When she reached the very top of the block of flats she knocked three times on the door.

            “Come in.” Came the usual reply. Xyliar readied herself for the usual fuss and bother; hugging her and asking if she was okay and if she’d found her way to a safe place to sleep… But she was surprised when she found Varian talking seriously on the phone. “I want you to find him! I don’t care if you don’t know where to look! Just find him.” He hung up abruptly and glanced up at the girl. His face paled considerably and he stuttered a shaky ‘hello’.

            “What’s wrong, boss?” Asked Xyliar, worry working its way into her head. What had happened?

            “Well… I’m really sorry to tell you this but your brother has gone missing in action.” His solemn voice was the worst part, drenched with sorrowful pity.

            “What? Where was he?” Xyliar was stunned. Her brother couldn’t be missing… He only ever worked around the area… around home. She’d made sure of that. She’d made a deal. “How did he get lost when he works so close?” Varian fell silent, his cheeks going red.

            “Well… he said he’d be okay so I let him go off to brmnhm…”

            “Where?!”

            “Birmingham!” The outburst was unexpected and made Xyliar start. She placed a threatening hand on the gleaming katana at her hip, drawing out the deadly thing slightly.

            “Birmingham.” Her voice dripped with venom. “Interesting. So is our deal of? It’s the only thing keeping me here.”

            “No, please Xyliar, you’re the only one who can do the job right. We need you.”

            “If you need me so badly why am I still in the lower training group? Why did you send Zenith to Birmingham!”

            “We panicked. He was the only one left who wasn’t busy.”

            “Busy, how could everyone in the whole building be busy?! There are over four hundred people living here!”

“Everyone’s out on jobs Xyliar. There’s been a load of nihileitatas sighted in surrey. You were one of the people sent after them.”

“Is everyone back now?”

“Yes everyone’s fine… well accept for your brother…” Varian went pale. “I’m sorry Xyliar. I swear it will never happen again. We need to keep you here.”

“I’m going to look for him.”

“You can’t!” His shout didn’t affect the girl like it did last time, but she drew the katana out further.

“Don’t make me force you.” She hissed, her eyes glowing with threat.

“Don’t make me force you.” The boss gave returned her look with a ferocity she didn’t know he held.

“Don’t fight a losing battle old man.”

“Caecelius, come in here.” Varian called as Xyliar drew the weapon fully out of the sheath, pointing it at his throat which was covered behind his white hair. The blind man entered the room, oblivious to the fact that there was a girl pointing a deadly weapon at his boss. Though he did seem to feel the tension in the air.

“Would you like me to remove her, Varian.”

“Yes, please escort Xyliar to her room, and lock the door if you have to.” Xyliar scowled at both men.

“So now you decide to call me by my name… Why can’t I look for him?!” But he didn’t answer, the room remained silent as she was pulled out of it by Caecelius, and dragged down to her room.

“Xyliar will I have to lock it? Or will you stay here.” She knew that there was no pint denying it so she tried to slip past him silently.

            “I might be blind but I’m not stupid.” He shoved her roughly into her own bedroom and locked the door with a click.

 

Pacing like the caged animal she was she began to think up a plan… 

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