Daliah’s body flew through the darkness across the smoke filled room. She collided with the sheetrock and could feel the support beams of the building which had stopped her from flying completely through the wall. As blood dripped from her nose and ears she coughed up a hand full on the floor, not sure of whether it was the beating she had been taking or the ash that was inducing the coughing sensation. Her head filled with what felt like lightning bolts of pain, she struggled to turn her double vision back into one.
Daliah looked across the floor to see the chrome colored metal collar that had been dropped by Shriek. A black gloved hand reached down and roughly picked her up from the ground by the throat, her once favorite red blouse now singed beyond compare, her boots hung a foot above the floor as Daliah was lifted into the air. Hardcore, a mountain of muscle covered in marble skin, stood at what was easily over seven feet, he lifted the young woman to meet his face.
“Pathetic, simply pathetic,” the bass in Hardcore’s voice echoed painfully inside Daliah’s already splitting skull. Hardcore’s rocky skin was covered with fissures from Daliah’s attempts to bring him down. “You know, we were warned about you, told about how you were a force to be reckoned with.” Hardcore began to laugh. A few feet behind him the un-collared Shriek simply smiled at Hardcore’s statement.
Daliah paid no attention to their jeers nor to fact that Hardcore was proceeding to carry her lifted body to the window. The flames from the fire below had finally reached the 12th floor where her apartment was, the place of this epic battle. Daliah’s sole focus was to block out the pain, because she knew that with the pain out the way, she could call for help, and if she could call for help, Kopi would come.
“You are nothing, do you hear me, nothing!” Hardcore became frustrated with the silence of the proud warrior and he placed her against the wall next to the window, with his solid fist began to pound Daliah in the torso repeatedly, the pain was indescribable but as long as he stayed away from her head, Daliah didn’t care, because she needed to focus. She coughed up more blood, a punctured lung, some internal beeding, Daliah didn’t care, it would heal on its own later, right now her only concern was that she had it, she had finally regained enough strength and focus to call Kopi.
“What are you smiling at?” The booming voice of hardcore simply was a cause for even more joy in the heart of Daliah, she was always quite fond of the story about David and Goliath.
“You’re about to die” still pressed up against the wall next to the window, Daliah reached her hand out over the glass and into it flew her mighty spear, Kobi. With it’s mystical blade glowing a fiery blue she swiped it between her and Hardcore, severing his left arm, which had her pinned, at the elbow. Daliah fell to the floor as Hardcore stood screaming in shock, she then came up under his chin with all the force she could muster, the bones in her hand fractured from impact of flesh and bone colliding with marble. She sent the towering rock monster crashing to the ground. “Paper trumps rock!”
With Hardcore no longer obscuring her vision Daliah then met eyes with Shreik, he stood fearless, even with the defeat of his brutish ally. “Any last words before I rip your tongue out?”
With a smirk Shriek opened his mouth and a burst of sonic waves sent Daliah flying towards the window. Daliah managed to grab on to the sill, the sound of Shriek’s voice deafened her ears and shattered all the other windows in the room. Me and my big mouth, she thought to herself. Her feet dangled as the force of Shriek’s voice caused her body to waiver like a flag from a heavy wind. Daliah’s fingers finally gave out and she disappeared out the window.
Shriek walked over to the window and peered out onto the busy streets filled with onlookers and members of the fire department attempting to extinguish the flames erupting from the high-rise apartment building. Shriek scanned the scene for Daliah’s point of impact but to no avail due to a mess of debris below. Suddenly crashing in through the door behind him, Shriek was caught off guard by a member of the Sterling City Fire Department.
“Don’t worry sir, I’m here to help,” said the fireman after seeing Shreik standing next to the window.
Shriek, annoyed by the fireman’s presence simply opened his mouth and took a deep breath. The fireman looked on confused, standing there in the projected path of Shriek’s devastating voice.
Then unexpectedly the fireman was jerked back out the door and thrown to the ground, moments before Shriek’s voice blew the door off the hinges. The man looked up from the floor to see the face of his savior. “Who are you?”
Daliah’s face was too covered in ashes to be recognized by the fireman who would have most likely known her as Felicia Faye, from Channel 8 News. “Someone who just saved your ass, now go, get out of the building while you still can.” Daliah’s words did not fall upon deaf ears as the man took to his feet and ran for the emergency stairwell.
Shriek stepped out the doorway to see where the fireman had went. “Miss me,” Daliah jested as she hit Shriek in the throat with her forearm. Shriek stumbled back into the room with walls now aflame. “You tried to throw me out of a 12th story window.” Daliah punched Shriek in the gut, as he contorted she swung and introduced his face to the blunt end of her metal spear. Shriek’s body went rag doll as it tumbled through the air.
As Daliah encroached upon her wincing foe she grabbed his collar off the ground. Once upon him Shriek began to open his mouth for one last attempt at subduing Daliah but was cut off by the bottom of Daliah’s boot on his throat. “Hush little villain, don’t say a word, mama’s gonna buy you a mocking bird,” Daliah began to sing as she revealed the chrome collar to Shriek. “And if that mocking bird don’t sing, mama’s gonna buy you this, silver ring.” Daliah roughly locked the ring in place around Shriek’s neck, then used the heat from the blade of her mystical spear to weld the two interlocking pieces together.
On the streets down below an onlooker warned the firemen as he looked towards the top floors of the burning building “Hey, watch out!” A large chunk of stone fell from the 12th floor and onto the sidewalk. Firemen and authorites approached it as the rising dust began to dissipate.
“What in the…” one policeman said as he looked on the body of a stone man lacking his left forearm.
Daliah ran down the emergency stairs, holding her mighty spear Kobi in one hand and carrying the unconscious body of Shriek, questioning herself as to why she couldn’t convince herself to just leave the would be assassin to burn in the flames he had set. As she reached the 4th floor she realized that the fire had poured over into the stairwell and blocked her path. Even with her abilities fire would still cause her a great deal of pain. She kicked open the door to the hallway and noticed the busted out glass window at the end of it. Daliah held her breath and ran towards the window. Through the giving out floor below her feet and above her, Daliah ran down the hall, the heat from the flames melting the plastic leather of her boots to her skin. Reaching the window, Daliah leapt out into the open air.
“Oh God I wish I could fly!” Daliah free fell through the air as her words were muffled out by the rushing wind.
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