Of Blood and Angels (The Two Moons of Rehnor, Book 3) by J. Naomi Ay Page B

back at Dr. Ron.  The two of them were going at it in the verbal
sense while Ron kept moving forward but he wasn’t dragging his sword any more. 
He was swinging it and anyone that tried to stop him got themself cut into
pieces or vaporized.  Ron got about half way across the room when Katie started
screaming something too, trying her best to get loose of the bad guy without
getting herself shot or sliced.  Ron was swaying on his feet and looked to be
on the verge of toppling right over but before he did, he raised that damn
sword and threw it in the air like a javelin.  It lit up the room as it flew
right over our heads and landed at Katie's feet.

 
     
     
    Chapter 7
    Katie
     
     
    The light sword landed at my feet,
scattering Akan's guards.  Akan stumbled backward, giving me the chance to
break away from him.  I jabbed my elbow in his ribs and then whipped around and
landed a foot in his solar plexus.  He fell back on the floor and his gun
clattered to the ground as I reached for the light sword. 
    It was a lot heavier than I imagined and
it throbbed and hummed in my hands.  I could barely lift it even if I weren't
exhausted from fighting for the last thirty minutes.  I heaved it though, with
both hands clasped around the hilt and I swung it wildly knowing full well that
whatever I hit would be vaporized including my own limbs. 
    Akan's guards backed away but Akan
recovered his gun and was pointing it at me.  We stared each other down, he on
the floor with a gun and I above with the light sword too heavy for me to hold
very high or for very long.
    Akan said something to me and his lip
curled up. 
    I wanted to kill him.  I wanted to punish
him for all the crew and innocent civilians he had killed here today.  I wanted
him to writhe in pain for the years of abuse that he had hurled on my husband. 
I wanted him to suffer for locking a child away in a prison on Andorus.  I was
crazy mad with this.  I didn’t just want to hurt him.  I wanted to execute him,
but I was not a killer.  I couldn’t do this. 
    The gun wavered in Akan's hand.  I was
going to die if I didn’t swing this sword and hit him with it first.
    “Kill him,” I heard a whisper.
    “Kill him, kill him!”  The sound was like
the wind.  Many voices surrounded me, whispered to me, and hissed in my ears. 
    I raised my eyes from Akan's and I saw
them.  There were boys, ghostly Karupta boys calling to me.  They were all
bleeding, their long black hair and young faces covered in blood.
    “Kill him, kill him,” they chanted.  I
glanced down upon Akan, Prince of Mishnah.  He smiled back at me, challenging
me, daring me to do it.
    “It is his time,” a man’s voice said.  I
looked up again and where the boys had been there was now a man, sort of.  He
had long flowing silver hair and was bathed in silver light.  He had wings,
majestic silver wings protruding from his back and rising up behind him like a
great cape.  He was incredibly beautiful and for a moment, I could do nothing
but gaze up at him.
    “Kill him, Sister,” he said and his voice
was like honey in my brain. 
    The gun wavered in Akan’s hand but the
barrel clicked as it was cocked and I saw as if in slow motion, he pulled the
trigger.  I heard the shot and felt it pierced my arm. 
    “Help me,” I cried and the angel-man
placed his arm on mine and together we lifted the light sword.  Then, I drew it
down, slashing Prince Akan, bisecting him from head to groin.  Blood and brain
matter splashed on me.  I screamed and dropped the light sword.  It hissed and
burned the stuff that was splattered on the floor and then it turned itself
off.  My knees gave out from under me and I fell into the hideous mess of what
had been Prince Akan.
    “Blessed Sister.”  The angel man held up
his palm and touched me on the forehead.  He disappeared into a mist of silver
light.
    “Katie, are you okay?”  It was Jerry
shaking me.  The man was gone.
    “My arm,” I