Art and the philosophy of life

“You go left and I’ll go right,” whispered Lexi, staring at the bad guys filling the street.


“What?  Do you want to go to the right?”

“No, but there are a LOT of them.”

“So?” asked Lexi.  “I thought you were tough.”

“I am.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“No problem.  I’ll go left.  We’ll hit them fast and hard.  No prisoners.”

“What else would we do?” she asked, taking a deep breath.  “I love this stuff.”

Then she was screaming and hacking away at the Watchers with a mad kind of glee.  She flew through the air, spinning and slashing.  KiKi followed her, biting and ripping as she moved through the crowd. Miles, flushed with excitement, was practically dancing though the bodies as they hit the ground.  His hands were moving so fast they were almost a blur.  The muscles in his arms were hard and unyielding.  Lexi, looked as if she were having the time of her life, smiling and killing anyone standing.   Within five minutes the street was a filled with beheaded Watchers.

Lexi and Miles stared at each other, a wicked grin on their faces.  KiKi jumped onto Lexi’s shoulder, mewed, head butted her neck, then started to wash her face with her paw.

“I’m hungry,” said Miles, wiping the blood from his forehead.  “How about you and KiKi?”

“Always,” she said.  “Will they ever stop coming for us?”

“No.  Never.”

“Good to know.”

“You’re hurt,” he said, frowning as he looked at the gash running down her leg.

Lexi shrugged.  “No big deal.”

“It is. We have to treat it before you…uh.”


“Not exactly,” he said, looking away from her.

“What then?”

“It could scramble your brain.”

“You’re telling me now?  And the thing behind you isn’t dead, in case you’re interested.”

Miles turned and quickly parted the wounded Watcher’s head from his body.  “We need to get powder for your leg.”

“What kind of powder?”

“I know where we can get it.”

“What IS IT?”

“It’s a complicated mixture of herbs and magical things but I don’t have all the ingredients at my fingertips, so we need to see a chemist I know.”

“How long do I have?”

“Hour and a half, tops.”

“Where’s the chemist?”

“Not that far,” he said, moving through the dead  bodies to get to her.

“How far is “not that far?”

“Let’s go,” he said, grabbing her hand.

KiKi dug in her claws and held on.

“Poison won’t hurt me she said, as they ran.”

“It’s not poison.”

“We’re being followed.”

“I know,” he said, picking her up.  “Hold on.”

An arrow flew past her head, just as his wings opened.  KiKi walked down Lexi’s body and curled into her lap while hissing at the shooter.

“Who’s going all medieval on our collective ass?”

“The Head Watchers, who control the Watchers.”

“What is it with those guys?”

“We’re almost there,” he said.

“I love the wings.  They’re glowing.”

“No, they aren’t.  You’re starting to hallucinate.”

“I don’t hallucinate, tell him KiKi.”

KiKi raked her claws across Miles’s arm, drawing blood.

“Brat,” said Miles.

KiKi bit him in the hand.

“Do you WANT me to drop her?”

The cat backed off and licked Lexi’s chin.

“I smell smoke,” said Lexi, wrinkling her nose.

“That’s because the Chemist’s is on fire.”

“Well, at least there’s a reason,” she laughed. “Now what?”


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