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Sabrina straightened her skirt as the automatic flusher roared behind
her. She looked down at her feet and kicked a bit of toilet paper away. She hated
walking in public bathrooms in her expensive shoes. With a handful of toilet paper,
she opened the door and, to her surprise, came eye to eye with the last person she
would have expected in the women’s bathroom.
“We meet again, Sabrina
London.” Alexander Kintner’s booming voice filled the entire bathroom.
Startled, she jumped.
“What the hell are
you doing in here?” Sabrina asked. “You know the little boy’s room is next door,
right?”
“A woman like you—such
a prize, and one that does not often fall in a man’s lap, but yet here you are in
mine.”
Kintner stepped closer
to Sabrina, digging for something in his pants pocket. When he found it, a smile
stretched across his face from ear to ear.
“All these months
spent searching for more fairy-kind, hunting them in Alaska, France, Canada…”
Sabrina gasped. No
human should know what he did; it was forbidden. But that was only the start of
her problems. Disbelief washed over her as she watched the man produce a shiny knife
from his pocket.
“Come here!”
Kintner lunged forward,
seizing her by the arm so he could spin her around. Stumbling over her heels, Sabrina
was powerless to get away from him, and when the cold metal of his blade brushed
against the bare skin of her lower back, she froze.
“All this time I knew about you. I mean,
it’s virtually impossible to not know of Sabrina London and her many sides: the
socialite, the famous model”—Kintner drew a deep breath—“and my personal favorite,
the substance abusing whore.”
He shoved her hard,
and Sabrina fell forward into the countertop between two of the bathroom’s three
sinks. Kintner moved quick and pinned her in place with his hips. The air vanished
from her lungs, and her chest felt hollow. Sabrina tried to free herself, but the
fight in her was not enough. Back and forth, she teetered on a snapped heel, unable
to get good enough footing to even attempt an escape.
“Get the fuck off me!” Sabrina screamed
the moment she caught her breath. “Mira! Help!”
Kintner chuckled and slid his hand up
the back of her tank top. When he reached her shoulders, he pressed heavily with
his palm until her chest was pushed firmly against the cold, stone counter.
“Let’s see those wings!”
With one swipe of his razor-sharp blade,
her top was cleaved in two, and her tattoo fully revealed. Kintner gasped at the
splendor of Sabrina’s skin art.
“Magnificent.” He ran the back of a hand
across the multicolored flesh.
“You haven’t seen anything yet, you bastard!”
Sabrina released them, rapidly—and fully
into his face. The flash of vibrant light knocked him off balance, freeing Sabrina.
With a flutter of her butterfly-shaped wings, Sabrina lifted herself several inches
from the ground and pivoted to face her assailant.
“You like that? That’s
nothing! I can make these puppies glow so bright, your fucking eyes will sizzle!”
“Bitch!”
Alexander Kintner
was fast—faster than Sabrina would have imagined. The small knife in his hand scored
her tanned stomach, leaving a line of blood in its wake. She dropped to the floor
in shock—the heel of her other shoe snapping under her weight. Bent over at the
waist, Sabrina grabbed her stomach, her fingers reading the depth of the laceration.
“Asshole, you cut
me!” she spit.
In response, Kintner
backhanded her. The impact of his knuckles knocked her backward and spun her, so
she was once again facing the countertop. As the room swayed back and forth, Sabrina
glanced up at the mirror, seeing the glow from her wings sparkle off his blade like
fireworks on the Fourth of July.
“I was only going to sever your wings,
but now I’m going to cut your throat too!”
“Back away from her!” Mira shouted as
she entered the bathroom.
“What the hell are you going to do to
stop me?” Kintner yelled back.
“This!” Sabrina screamed as she waved
her hands in front of the sink sensors.
The stream of water from each spigot
grew larger and stronger as Mira raised her hands, palm up. In no time, the water
was flooding the sinks, and it was then that Mira redirected it at him. When the
two streams, now twisting together like a waterspout, struck the man, they intensified
again, this time building to the force of water released from a fire hose. Facing
Kintner, arms out, Mira controlled the steady blast until it knocked him off his
feet and through the door of one of the bathroom stalls.
Sabrina pushed herself off the counter
gingerly. Her cheek tingled with the pain of Kintner’s strike, yet that discomfort
was no match for the anger she held in her fluttering chest.
“Fuck you!” she screamed at Kintner,
who laid crumpled in a pile beside the toilet, knocked unconscious by the force
of Mira’s attack.
As Sabrina stumbled toward Mira, her
eyes overflowed with tears.
“Let’s get out of here, Sabrina.”
Mira took her friend in a tight hug. “Let’s go home.”Write Makes Might!
Kevin James Breaux
www.kevinbreaux.com
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