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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13. Suspense

“What the hell, Xyliar!” Zenith exclaimed, punching the wall in his anger, a dent formed in the plaster.

            “Zen… listen. I did it for you. I didn’t want you to get hurt like I did. I’ve given up everything for you. I put myself through horrible training so I would be strongest, I would be the one everyone feared. No one dares touch you anymore. When was the last time you went through something bad when I was around?”

            “That’s the point, Xy! You don’t get it, if I can’t get stronger I can’t look after myself or you, even if I am the youngest I still feel like I should take care of you as well! But you’re such a controlling… you can’t control someone’s life, Xyliar! Not mine! Not anyone’s! I want to get stronger, if you want to look after me then we should stay here! It’s the only way that we can keep with Praelia!”

            “Yeah! But I don’t want to stay with them! I’m going to make my own new Praelia! And you, you’re coming with me whether you want to or not, brother.” She stepped forward with inhuman grace and speed and clouted him around the head with the flat side of her blade. “Sorry, Zen, I can’t afford to let you get hurt I-”

            “Xyliar? Is that you?” Footsteps descended down the stairs and rounded the corner. “Xyyyyyylllllliiiiieeeee! Where have you beeeen?! I’ve been sooo worried! Whaaat have yoooou done tooo poooooor Zeeeeeennnnyyyy?” Varian exclaimed in his irritating squeal of a voice.

            “Oh my god… why couldn’t it have been someone more violent?” Xyliar muttered in annoyance.   

            “Violent? Whyyy wooould I huuuurt my poooor Xyyyliiiieeee?!” He trilled.

            “You’re so, so annoying!” She replied in a snap. “Just let me leave, we’ll disappear, I’ll help out with jobs if you want, I just don’t want Zenith involved anymore!”

            “What does he have to say about this? He seems very… quiet…” The boss’s voice went serious. “Xylie,” The pet name threatened to break the mood, but with his solemn tones it just added to the tense moment. “You can’t force Zenith to do what you want, you don’t see it much but, god, he’s stubborn, I had to try really hard to distract him well enough to stop him going to free you, he even pushed his healing on so he could see you faster. I don’t think you understand what he has the potential to be. He could be the future boss of Praelia…”

            “I don’t want him to be the future boss! If you don’t get out of my way I will kill you Varian!” Xyliar held her katana at the ready again, letting its tip cut into the boss’ pale throat.

            “Oooooow! Xylia! Stop that!” He cried jumping backwards. “I hate it when you do that! Anyway back to serious matters. I will not let you abduct your own little brother I can’t allow that. If you’re going to behave like this I’ll have you transferred without Zenith! So don’t threaten me. Don’t disrespect me. Or I’ll be forced to do something we’ll both regret.” Varian looked down at the girl holding a deadly weapon to his neck and gave her a victorious smile as she lowered it.

            “I-I… I just wanted… But…” It was the first time in all the years Varian had known her that she’d been unable to give a snappy comeback or stick to her stony act.  She looked young and lost, like a child, which she was…

            “Come up to my room, I need to talk to you. Both of you.” The boss held out a hand and gestured her to walk on up the stairs.

 

When they’d finally arrived (having been forced to haul Zenith’s relaxed body up about thirty flights of stairs) they flopped down onto the large cushy sofa in the centre of the room, after laying her brother down on Varian’s double bed. 

            “So, what do you want then?” Xyliar asked impatiently, nervously looking around the room as if looking for people waiting to jump on her and take her back to the punishment room or worse…

            “Well… It’s hard to explain… It’s about your parents… your mother…”

            “Well if that’s all I don’t want to hear anything about them. I live here and that’s a fact. Zenith should be awake soon he’ll be interested, but I don’t want to know. Loving a parent is a distraction. Zenith’s all I need. Just leave me alone for a bit. I could do with a nice long sleep.” She suddenly felt tired, but a nagging feeling in the back of her head was telling her it wouldn’t be that easy.

            “No, I really think you should know this, it’ll affect your life soon anyway. Better to know now than later.”

            “What then?”

            “As you said, your brother will want to know. We’ll wait until he wakes. Have an apple.” He tossed her an apple from a fruit bowl beside him.

            “What? You were willing to tell me a second ago.”

            “I prefer suspense. Gets you more into the subject.” He grinned and bit into another apple.

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