BLOODBATH- Chapter 1

 BLOODBATH

   Chapter 1: Day In The Life 

A dreary haze of sunlight broke through the barrier formed by Abbadon's curtains and struck the woman in the face. Her hollow eyes flickered with life as she awoke, right before rolling off her solitary mattress. Abbadon scratched at her back through her oversized, white shirt as she made her way to the closet.



“Hm…Let's see…”



She began to choose from her wide array of…nothing. All she had was a battered, stained purple leather jacket, As she did everyday, she slid her arms through the sleeves and rolled her collar down. Abbadon reached up to the top shelf of the closet and pulled down her spear, Sol. The weapon was fitted with a short staff and a pristine tip, all painted in vibrant oranges and yellows. It was her only luxury.



Abbadon made her way to the front door, prepared to go to work, yet before she could make it out the door, she turned, and saw something truly disgusting. Her own reflection in the mirror next to her. Her wild, long purple hair, eyes with mile deep bags underneath, and pinkish complexion made Abbadon sick. Yet, she couldn't wallow in self-pity. She had a contract to cash in.



She arrived at a local facility, pushing open the front doors to get to the desk attendant.



“Greetings.” The attendant coldly groaned.



“Yo, I got a, uh, contract to cash in.” Abbadon reaches for her jacket pocket and reveals the glowing sea-blue crystal, handing it over to the attendant. “That one's for the nuclear reactor downtown, yeah?”



The attendant takes the crystal from Abbadon's hand, giving her the sideye as she asks about the reactor. “Yes, it is. Why are you asking?”



Abbadon puts her hands in her jeans pockets. “We, uh, that's a pretty big thing, y'know? Powering t-the WHOLE city?? That's massive! So, like, I was thinking, I deserve a big check! Y-yeah?” She awkwardly blabbers.



The desk attendant stares daggers through Abbadon. They silently hand her a check for fifteen hundred dollars. Just enough for dinner tonight. Abbadon groans and takes the check, turning to solemnly walk away. Just as she's about to exit the building, the attendant pipes up.



“There is….” They begin. “There's a task posted up for a high bid. In the Dim Forest.”



Abbadon glares back, going to the desk again. “Ggooo on….”



(One Hour Later)



Abbadon tore through the shrubs of the Dim Forest with her spear, making her way to a coordinates marked on a napkin she's carrying around. Eventually, she stumbles across her goal-a wide, clear patch of terrain, obviously inhabited by someone. Tents and campfires litter the miles of free land.



“Shit, there's a lot of 'em…Just gotta be sneaky..” Abbadon whsipers to herself as she steps forward. Immediately, her foot crosses a tripwire, causing a horrible screeching whistle to go off in a nearby tree. The sound could be heard across the entirety of the forest. Eventually, it ceases, leaving Abbadon staring at the campgrounds.



“Aw, man…”. She readies her spear and cautiously wanders into the field. Yet, as she poked through tents, not a single person could be found. Her nervousness grows by the second, not a single sound is made by anything but her own footsteps. Yet…She knew she was watched. Abbadon scoured the landscape around her, waiting for something to happen. And then, it does.



A harsh feminine voice roars from the shrubs “YOU AREN'T WELCOME HERE!!” From the greenery comes a dark skinned woman, with cat-like attributes. Her ears twitched with anger as she bolted towards Abbadon. The thief can't react in time, as the woman cleared the distance between them in a fraction of a second.



Her fist gets acquainted with Abbadon's face, knocking her across the field. Just as Abbadon gets to her feet, the stranger kicks her in the chest, smashing her into a stone cliff behind her. Abbadon was pinned down by a flurry of strikes, bruising and battering her body thoroughly. Eventually, the attacker grabs Abbadon by the collar and chucks her behind. The thief gets to her hands and knees, assessing her attacker. She wore a tattered orange bandana with a short biker jacket, bandages covering her chest and fists. Dark brown gloves stained with Abaddon's viscera were equipped to her fingers. Slowly, Abbadon stumbled up, hacking up what appears to be a bit of intestine.



“Hhahg,,,, Nghah,,,, A-alright, alright, the-the FUCK did I do to w-warrant this?!” She shouts from behind her shattered teeth.



The woman spoke. “Know this, bandit, this forest is a sacred land! I'm its guardian, selected by spirits beyond. Now, tell me, what business do you have here?!” She roared, prepared to strike yet again.



Abbadon steadied herself. With a deep breath, her wounds began to patch themselves up. Blood seeped into her body, and just like that, she was anew. She shook her shoulders and stared down at the woman.



“I got a goodie to snatch. And, seems like you're bound to hold it dear to yourself. So, tell me THIS-” She aimed her spear forward. “-You willing to die for your past? Or live and make a future for yourself?”