| Lady Iceheart Chapter One |
| A cloaked and hooded figure stepped into the crowded bar, walked over to the bar-table and sat down. "What can I get for ya, stranger?" asked the bartender. With a voice as cold as the North Pole, the stranger replied, "Water." The bartender quickly poured a glass of water and set it down in front of the stranger. A small, delicate hand with very long and sharp fingernails sild a picture under his nose. "Do you know this man?" "Uh..Yeah, thats Ricky Dasani. He's a frequent customer. He's over there by the Jukebox." The bartender pointed. "Thanks." The stranger stood up and removed the hood, sliping the photo back into a pocket. What was under it suprised the bartender. It even scared him. This stranger was a woman. She had long blue hair that looked like i hadn't been brushed in a long time. Her skin was tanned and had black markings on it. These markings were on her cheeks, forehead and around her eyes. her eyes were blood red and had and evil glint in them. I tlooked like there were fangs poking out from her top lip. Altogether, she looked like some sort of demon. The woman took the glass of water and downed it in a few gulps. "Uh, th-that's on the house," stammered the bartender. The woman set the glass down, along with a few gold pieces. "Keep the change." She walked over to the jukebox and watched the poker game some men were playing. The one named Ricky Dasani noticed her and decided to show off with a spectacular win, even if he was alreadt going to win, the pretty lady needed a good show. He threw down a Royal Flush and grinned. The woman didn't seem all that impressed. This amazed Ricky and it angered him that this girl could ignore him. He got up and walked over to her, ignoring the scowel and the markings on her face. "Hello there. What's a girl like you doing in a rough neighborhood like this? Do you need someone to show you around?" He reached for her cheek as if to stroke it. Quick as lightning, the woman flung off her cloak and held a dagger to his throat. He was shocked by this sudden movement and frozen with fear, not from the dagger at his throat but the look on the woman's face. "I am sure everyone in this bar knows who I am," she said. "I am the Lady Iceheart of the Black Ctarl-Ctarl!" Ricky Dasani shook with fear. THis was the dreaded Black Ctarl- Ctarl of death. The one that killed for pleasure and under the orders of the higher Black Ctarl-Ctarl. It was even said she was hired for private murders. "You..You're here to k-kill me, aren't you?!" stammered Ricky Dasani. It was at this time he tried to make a break for it. He pushed her back and scarpered for the door. Lady Iceheart reacted with a pounce, driving the dagger into his chest. They both fell to the ground in a heap. She rose to her feet, the bloddy dagger dripping with her victim's blood. Ricky lay face-down on the ground, dead. She gathered her tthings and left without a word. "Iceheart!! Wait up!! I got news!!" Lady Iceheart stopped and turned on the spot to see a young Black Ctarl-Ctarl running towards her. "Tell me this news and leave me. I'm busy." "Yes, ma'am. We have new info on Panja." Iceheart's point ears perked at the name. "Panja..." |