Chapter thirt four

Chapter: 34
Adara (for some reason Claire wrote it in third person)

Adara's electric bright blue eyes, widened in shock, then narrowed in suspicion. Her pale dainty hands balled into fists, and shook with fury. She growled quietly and threateningly at him, and he gave a small chuckle. He came with swift, confident strides over to me, and sneered,

"Oh, your a fiesty one, aren't you? Yes, Adara, the poor heartbroken little girl, whose family abandonded her, for a small price." Adara gasped, pointing a shaking deathly pale finger at his chest, and with raspy breathes',

"How dare you? Would you like to see your lovely future, because I can see it all, and I will make sure that all the misfortunate you've been working up to will come true, and when your on your knees pleading, for forgiveness, for damn mercy! No one shall fathom your excruciating pain." She grinned with pure pleasure, at his shaken deathly pale face. The others watched with plain curiosity and shock.

Adara kicked him in the lower body and he doubled over in pain. She pushed him to the ground, and kicked him in the side of his greying head. The others watched in surprise; she imposed a more feminine personality. But, she did have a few years of soccer on her side.

Ares father was unconcious, and luckily no back up had came. Adara strode over to the others, puzzling over what Ares father had said about Kichi. He could've been playing tricks on them, but she is gone, isn't she?

Adara stifled a yawn, since she had just awoken. Worst case scenerios flashed through her head. Kichi could be taken back to the lab to be tortured by Ares. She could be dead. She could be.... Too many possiblities.

Storm gave Adara a half-hearted smile, and Adara returned it. Adara sighed and slid down to sit by a tree, to discuss Kichi's whereabouts.