Dangerous Waters; Chapter 2

by Cj in a place where I can sing my heart out

Chapter 2

            As she paced her room like the caged tigers she had seen in India, Marke cursed creatively. The stream of threats, cusses and dirty naming calmed her down slightly and she pondered her advantages. None came to mind. Frustrated, she kicked a bureau, only to stub her toe. Above, clashing swords and blasting guns sounded. A pair of feet pounded down below and started to walk down the hall. Casting a glance at the door, Marke dashed for the desk, where she kept her dagger hidden. Placing herself behind the door, she slipped it from its sheath. The guard at the door started to yell, then a single fire silenced him.

            Jiggling the doorknob, the intruder found it locked, and let loose a stream of colorful language. Pressing her ear momentarily to the door, Marke heard a gun cock. Gasping she pressed herself against the doorframe as a bullet neatly detached the lock. Kicking the door open the pirate stepped into the room. The free-swinging door, however, knocked the wind out of the lady. Biting her tongue to prevent the angry words from tumbling out, she slipped into step behind the thief.

            The young man mused aloud, “What is worth guarding in here?” The Irish accent sounded familiar…

            Pressing the dagger against his back, Marke threatened, “Move, and you die.”

            The cold steel pressed into his back, almost cutting, but not quite. He thought for a solution. “It’s just a girl, she probably is holding a fountain pen to my back…”

            Whirling around he twisted the weapon from her hand grasped it in his and pressed it to the back of her neck. Looking down, his eyes widened in surprise.

            “Marke?”

            Her eyes also grew, “Kain?”

   *Note to reader: I changed Ian’s name to Kain, which means Warlike.