Deadly Darkness || Chapter Six ||There Is No Life Without Death

The last two chapters might have confused you so here's the answers

The last two chapters were in PRESENT TIME, as will be this one and and other future chapters.

Any large-ish paragraphs in /italic/ tilled words are the past, memory and sometimes a thought.

Bold italic is her speaking -( or being spoken to)- to someone in her mind.

Kris is twenty (20) now ---(so this isn't some high school book)--- Jasper is twenty-two (22).

Jasper ISN'T Kris's blood related brother. He is a rogue werewolf. (Unlike in most stories rogue doesn't mean mindless bloodthirsty and uncontrollable.

Hope that answered any questions

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Stand Up And Scream - by Asking Alexandria

!!!!!!!!Warning the follow chapter might be disturbing for some people. Physical violence and outright murder!!!!!

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Placing the canteen back in her backpack and putting it inside in the hollow tree, settling down for a sleep, resting for a few hours til sundown.

Only hours til she took down one of the DarkOnes' strongholds and take out a Head-Council member, she had been waiting years for a lead like this.

Kris had taken out several smaller camps but none of them ever had a Head-Council member living there. It was hard to find their camps as they moved constantly, over half of the camps she had found were by chance.

She let her head fall back against the tree resting her eyes, she was sitting very near the top of a large oak tree about 10 miles away from the camp.

Sleep came quickly.

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Her eyes flash open only to be meet with darkness, it always annoyed Kris that even after fifteen years she still hoped she would wake and it all be a dream, or at least she had her sight back.

Foolish, stupid hope.

Leaving her backpack after a quick drink and a small feed Kris set upon her mission giddiness building up in her, she was excited.

When she was half an hour way from the camp Kris felt the use of magic, wizard. Slimming bastards, if they weren't on your side. It appeared to be a glamour not the hardest magic to do but defiantly useful.

A Glamour was like a mask it hid what was truly there, out could be looking at a old rundown house but what would really be there wold be a mansion. Or a blond hair blue eyes girl and she really be green eyes red hair. Some people used Glamours to hid scars, markings and scents - those Kris could smell their true scent - and an all manner of things.

In this instance the DarkOnes were using the Glamour to hid their camps, or many it was jut the higher up strongholds.

She slowly crossed the Glamour and into the territory, it seemed to be woodlands but when Kris extended her sense she could hear heartbeats, people shuffling going about their business. She cold smell the everywhere, a tactic used to keep animals away. Kris bent down digging her fingers into the wet ground a bit, she could feel the land.

The connection she had with nature had always been there, she always felt at easy around nature. It talked to her, she remember the first time it did.

//Three Months After Blinding

//If you wanna get out alive, oh oh run for you life//

She read as ran her fingers along the bumps along the page, she was read the lyrics to only of her favourite songs.

Braille, was definitely a challenge to learn. She had picked it up quicker then most but it had been still difficult.

She was sitting outside reading, as she normal does when Thomas and Gray aren't guarding her - Peter and Riley. They were never really nice to her and of course after she heard them talk about how she deserved her punishment she hadn't liked them very much either.

"Pathetic little bitch" Riley muttered, clearly unaware of her now, heighten scenes.

"Why do we have we have to watch her anyway? I mean it been months and she hasn't showed any signs. I'm a warrior, a guard of the Kingdom castle and I have to watch over a little weepy supposable evil princess"

Sitting on the grass in an old unused water fountain in the mid of the quad Kris could hear the perfectly without even straining. Riley and Peter were always like this at first it had hurt her feelings but she came to relies what other thought was worthless, as long as her was happy with herself, why should she care?

She dug her fingers into the dirt a surge of energy rushed through her Kris had barely managed to stay calm so that her ever watchful guards wouldn't see.

She dug her fingers deeper into the ground the connection grew, her slight less eyes stared of into the distance as her mind travel along the energy strings. Kris pulled at the large string.

Thousands of emotions, sound, smells feelings bombard her. She could quite literally connect to everything around her.

/hello princess/ a voice like a chime said

Kristina moved the page to keep up the charade of reading.

'Who are you' she had whispered

/nature dear, nature. We give you this gift as your gift of sight has been stolen from you./

End of memory//

Creeping into the DarkOnes' base had been a lot easier then she had first thought it would be. She supposed that they were sure that nobody would be able to find them.

Their stronghold was hidden my a Glamour. Glamours weren't the hardest magic to still quite difficult. A Glamour is like a mask, it hid what was truly there and only show what they wanted to be seen. For instant you could be looking at and old abandon lot and what be truly there was be a mansion. Or a blue eyed blond hair girl would really have red hair green eyes. Normally Glamours were used to hid disfigurements or scars some people just don't want others to see.

Kris herself often used Glamours so she could go out in public without the looks or the chances of someone recognize her.

She knelt down on the ground and drug her fingers into the dirt. Something akin to electric shock passed through Kris. With nature help she connected with her surround. In the second she knew where everything in the territory each and every bug, tree, river, home, rock, traps see could see thorn all. She could feel the DarkOnes as they walked among the ground.

She knew they must be aware of he present because as she stepped through the Glamour she felt a buzz clearly alerting them of someone entering their base.

Seconds later she slipped through the trees to stand on the outskirts on the base. She smiled, they were afraid their hearts beat at an irregular speed. The scent of sweat hung heavy in the air. They thought they were going to die, and they were.

A soft barely there chuckle left her lips, though it seemed to echo around the base, they all knew - if they hadn't before - she was there.

She reached behind her and took out the two samurai sword  before launching herself out of the bushes slitting the throat of the nearest guard before disappearing back into shield of the woods.

She was playing with them. They played with her life, she would play with theirs. Kris moved around the clearing that held the base as people ran to see the sound of the body hitting the floor.

"His dead" someone stated the obvious

"No Shit"

Kris was only half listening to the conversation as focused on her next kill, using the same attack as the last time, she took out a over bulky  man but instead of dropping the body straight away she carefully lowered it. Eyes alight with excitement she took out a large pocketknife and calved 'HELLO' into the man's forehead.

As they found all the body she had left behind she found herself getting bored. It was time to kill them. Kris put the samurai swords back in their holders and took out the double-edged sword and the 44. from her thigh.

She rushed out of her hiding place letting rounds of bullets filled with Nixtonmix (made up) a liquid made by the DarkOnes there only fault was that it could kill them also.

Bodies "thumbed" as they hit the ground in all directions. Lifeless bodies shattered the floor. Feet ran both to and away from her. Kris didn't waste anytime when she tan out of bullets for the 44. she took out the 22. and fired of more shots. All the while Kris had a smile on her face age knew it instilled more fear then already there already present into her enemy.

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air, Kris was having so much fun with this. The sword cut straight through the muscle and bone through their heart and out the other side, such easy pickings.

They were clearly unprepared for an attack, the amount of heart beats had greatly decreased.

"STOP" a voice shouted with authority, no DarkOne moved.

Kris was thankful she had left her shoes back at the tree as she dung her foot into the ground, feeling the world.

Exactly fifty-nine steps north north east stood Master Jacob the higher chairman.

Pathetic weakling she snarled watching hid own men die.

"Who are you?!" He continued shouting.

In her normal tone - a soft whisper - Kris whispered "I suppose you'll going to die I see no harm. I am MORS" she was delighted to her their hearts beating out of control, they knew her reputation, they knew they were going to die. "But you may know me as Princess Kristina Bethany Blake Daughter of the werewolf king and queen. Full blooded and powerful." She said fiercely. Pushing of the black cloak the had been hidden her face.  (Death)

"You- you- you are Kris- Kris- Kristina?" Came from the direction of the once powerful leader, he was nothing more then a pitiful spineless mess.

The camp clearly never before seen their leader in such a state, realised the true danger. Some tried to flee only so be stop by the spell she had casted around the base.

No one was escaping.

Not now.

Not ever.

Kris tilted her her as she stared blankly in the direction which the man stood in, she could sense that it disturbed them.

"This is you fault" she told him "all these bodies are on your soul not mine. Now either you tell me everything you know about the other strongholds or I kill everybody in the camp as painfully as possible... then get my information as painfully as possible, Okay? Make your choice."

"Ten,

"Nine,

"Eight,"

"I will never tell you anything"

"Seven" she said using her connection she dragged back or the wannabe escapees, and bidding people to the main square where she currently was.

"Six,

He still held strong even as his saw his comrades being dragged by unforeseeable forces.

"Five, Four, Three, Two One" she rushed having lost what  little patience she had left, she throw a knife she had gotten from her shoe and threw it at the nearest living being.

A sickening crunch to followed by one less heart beat and a body hitting the ground told her she had hit her mark.

Her hurt head so much she was still connected to Nature so her every senses were being overrun. But she had to keep up the connection so not me caught of guard.

Using throwing knives she released ten kill all her targets. Anguished cries from the watching children caused her to remember her promise.

In her want for information she had promised to save a DarkOne, the ones she wanted dead. Tricked she snarled. I should have just tortured it out of him and killed his son. But a promise was a promise and when one was made Kris never backed out of it, not matter the repercussions.

"I want to Valder to step forward" she command then her ever so slightly looked towards where the fairly small group of kids were huddled together.

No one moved.

Kris huffed in aggregation she wasn't in the mood for all this now.

"Your father told me to tell you /'We are the children of the damned'/ she quoted.

A gasp alerted her as to where he was so using the tree roots to drag him towards her.

The nature feed Kris all the information she would have know if she had slight, he was about ten and short.

"Your coming with me" she told him before pressing the pressure point on his neck which caused him to fall unconscious.

Having grown bored Kris moved faster then the eye could see killing all but the chairman.

Saving him for last.

"I will never give you information" he sneered.

" Oh I don't needs you to," she replied before putting him into a headlock is knees on the ground. Kris placed her whole hand against the top of his head.

She weaved through his head, going past memoirs and thoughts. She knew she was causing him pain and she knew she could stop it but my should she?

Finding nothing useful in his head she took the 22. pointed at his head and pulled the trigger.

His life didn't matter, he was evil and he simply a puppet moving when the puppeteer pulled the string.

Death was ever constant around her.

"There Is No Life With Out Without Death"

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