[Discontinued] The Heart of a Dragon, The Soul of a Demon

~~{Chapter 2}~~ ~{Eyes}~

                  Head throbbing. Sweat dripped down my temple. Breath fast. Wrestling with my sheets. A perpetual pair of golden eyes continually popping in and out of my dreams. Wheezing awake, drenched in sweat and tears. My being trembling, slowing my breath, rolling out of bed.

My fingers dragged down my face as the carpet changed to cold marble. Hand following the railing, making my way down the stairs to my kitchen. Steady and relaxed. I grasp a small cup and fill it with water. My throat felt like it got dryer. Clank. Placing the cup down, my necklace pulsed.

Cringing. Glancing down. Eyes dazed. Heavy. It's too early for any of this. I teeter back to the base of the staircase, resting my palm on the post. Awake, but not. Cold and empty. Surrendering, I move back in the direction of the kitchen. Sloping my noodle-like limps over the frozen leather couch.

"Hmmmmmmmm," Whining. Hot breath blowing back. Facing my head in the direction of the tv. Deep breath. "I wish I never asked Danny to come over." Blubbering. Recalling what an idiot I was to think we could fall in love with each other. The fault was mine. He is the Iron Fist, a Buddist monk from K'un L'un.

Fists clenched. Nails digging deep. Palm sweaty. 'Stop being selfish. Be grateful, he's still a great friend.' Releasing. Eyes heavy. Everything is dark.

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             "We've never seen this super-powered being before, so don't underestimate them." Fury warned. We peeked at Nova.

"Alright, let's go!" Spidey swung. Enclosing the rampaging being, "Hey bull dude, mind not destroying Time Square?"

They were still. Quiet. The armor plates are stirring just slightly. At me, the eyes of the adversary scrutinized. Shafts of light graze off its surface, giving off a golden purple bronze texture. My face muscles twitch. Their golden watch felt familiar.

"So, are you surrendering?" Crossing his arms, Nova barked.

"A powerful Demon never surrenders or gives mercy." Acerbic and auto-tuned. Their venomous words chilled me. We all went on the defensive.

"They simply get punched back to whatever their dimension came from, right?" Power man witted, cracking his knuckles. Wide smirk plastered.

Balking from the sudden fog, arms aside my upper chest, plums upside. Golden glow. Framing weapons. Bringing them out of their golden illusion into reality with a golden blue bronze tone. Bending a brow, "Where did you get that armor?" Cautions but submissive to the mission.

The wind seemed to cease. Pigeons to the city rats, hushed. Their footsteps reverberated closer. 'Why me?' Flying up, we all attack. They didn't even react to the others. My sword grazed the horn, but it grew back. Solely my weapons, curious. Making more, I launch them. Fail. Blacking out for a second as a rush of pain went through my jaw.

"Dragon!" Iron Fist yelled.

"I'm b-ine...," Rubbing my face and stabilizing myself. I bit my tongue.

"That wasn't nice!" Spidey-witted, shooting a web, flinging the Demon into the ground. "Learn some New York decency~" The Demon seized his webs and pulled him for a punch.

Throwing a blade, slicing the web, he ducked. Another knife formed, forcing it in the direction of the Demons helmet.

My fingers and toes froze cold. "You forgot to throw it low," Bitter. The crown of the armor slowly turned as they crushed the knife. 'Throw it low. Throw. It. Low.' My father's voice resonated in my ears.

'Who is this?'