Sam's Diary

Sam awoke harshly from her sleep gasping for air. Her chest felt crushed as she struggled to breathe. The same nightmare haunted her once again. She shook her head in an attempt to rid her thoughts of the horrors her mind seemed persistent to show her every time she slept. Pushing them to the back of her head she began to calm down, her heartbeat returning to it's regular pace. She looked around the hut she had been staying in for a few months now the building itself was a rather typical windowless mud hut in the outback out Australia. She had moved into the area as the people of this area we severely unprotected and in need of care. A small child dressed in some very old and tattered clothes ran up to her and clenched Sam's trouser leg tightly as she attempted to talk, spluttering words as tears rolled down her face.

Dia - Sssamm those stupid Britanian supporters are back, they are demanding we give them all our food or they will... will destroy our village. Reyes.. he tried to stop them but.. but they are hurting him.. sam help him..

Sam eyes widened at the mention of Reyes, he had bin the one to shelter her here. The one who had looked out for her. The closest thing she had to a friend.

Sam stood up, the memories of the bad dreams forgotten at the idea of the cruality. She reached to the floor grabbing her sword. "Those...." She touch the top of Dia's head. "Don't worry, I'll get ride of those scums. Stay here, or at least out of the way, in safety." She walked out of the hut, running towards the center of town. Her mind running, "All show those Brits who they are messing with. Those scum!"

As she ran out into the harsh light of day she felt the usual immense heat this country has to deal with. She darted past many similar mud huts before reaching the centre of the village. There was really nothing much here just the well which the village survives off. A small cluster of people were in the village centre and we being rounded up like sheep. The intruders were nothing more than regular thugs hoping to impress the Britanian's in an attempt to save their own skins.

The leader of which was stood in front of the group with his foot upon what seemed to be a body. or at least a torso. The other five men just circled round the villagers.

Leader - Anyone else?

With out hesitating, Sam pulled out her sword and slit the throat. She moved to the next one this time holding the bloody blade to his throat. "How much you care about these men sir?" she asked coldly, "I can kill all of them without hesitating, if you wish. And if that doesn't feel your desire I'm most willing to take your own."

And without another word so cut the second mans throat and moved on to a thrid. "If your smart, you'll leave and not bother this village again. And you can tell the scum Brits to not bother coming here either, you'd be doing them a favor!" She pressed the blade into the mans throat, slightly cutting and cutting off most of his breathing. "Its your choice!"

As she reached the last man his eyes widen in shock as do the rest of the crowd. Blood is sprayed across the floor in an almost artistic way. As she Presses the blade through his throat she hears a voice though the origin of which remains unknown.

Voice - I think that's enough bloodshed for now.

At that the blade disappeared and reappeared in the hands of a strange young man. The man stands a little under six foot medium build yet toned body shown by a sleeveless zip-up brown T-shirt. Clutching the blade are two seasoned hands covered by fingerless gloves. A small brown leather belt hugs his waist atop what seems to be an orange tabard which flows gently on the peaceful breeze. Underneath is a normal set of blue jeans and some trainers. He flips the blade in his hand and with a satisfied smile sticks it blade first into the ground. He runs his hand through his blue hair before smiling at Sam.

Voice - I'm sure he's learnt his lesson, and if he dies who is there to tell the story on how they where all defeated by such a skilled girl.

He stands rather casually while talking one hand resting on his hip and the other dangling to the side.

Sam didn't fidget. "I ain't just a 'skilled girl'. Besides man needs to pay for what he's done. To attack a small poor village is pettiful and any one who hurts the weak and helpless will have to answer for his transgressions! But I am not one to be blindly lead, return my sword to me and leave, and I'll allow him to go freely." Sam had not moved much, at most she had gripped the mans head, ready to break his neck if needs be. Either way she didn't care what happened to him, he was just a tool in the game of war.

The man sighs before looking at her once more. He raises his and arm and in an swiping movement the man in Sam's grasp vanishes and re-appears next to the man in an instance. The thug looks over to the strange and stutters and begins thanking the man. He grabs hold of his Jean leg's and begins the weep. The man looks down before spinning and kicking the man across the floor as dust and dirt get thrown up into air

Man - Get out of my sight.

At that the thug scrambles up and runs away into the distance.

Sam turned fully to the man. "I believe you owe me my sword, sir." She glanced at the small crowd of villagers making sure that none were hurt badly. "Also it would be best if you left, there is busy that is needed to be done here and none is yours."

His vision returns to her and looks up and down at her.

Man - Such a crude girl. You assume that I have no business here just because you do not know me. Such a stupid mistake.

He turns and walks away leaving the sword in it's place. He walks over to the village elder and bows.

Man - Grandfather, It's been so long.

Elder - Ahh, Kyo Things have certainly bin hectic in your absence. How did it go?

They continue to talk as the people slowly depart back to their homes.

Sam smiled slightly at his words. crude... she thought amusingly. She walked slowly to her sword pulling it out of the ground and finishing cleaning the blood up. She slipped it back into its shieth on her back.

Ignoring the obnoxious boy, she walked up to the elder, studing him carefully. "Anything badly wounded, sir?" she asked not caring that she was inturupting the conversation.

As she began to talk she felt as though she was roughly tugged backward by an unseen force. She briefly acquired tunnel vision and when her eyes refocuses she stood disorientated, standing about 500 metres away from the village in the baron outback. She heard a loud clunk as her sword hit the floor behind her.

Sam was instantly irritated. That...If he doesn't want the Elter healed, all just had to say so. She grabbed her sword replacing it back in its spot. She walked steadily back to the village.

When she returned to the village, she stopped in her hut grabbing a shovel. She then walked out and walked out about five yards where a small grave yard was. She started digging two graves, for the two dead men.

When she was done she walked back into the village leaving the shovel with the fresh graves. She walked back to the center of the village where the two men lay. She adjusted them and picked them up. She studied the ground, coming up with the best solution of getting ride of the blood. She then started walking back to the graves. When she was finished she'd walk around the vilage and ofically make sure no one was servirely injuried.

As sam walks away her vision flickers out of place like a breaking television. Stubbornly shaking off and ignoring it She continues to walk only to have it happen to her again. The third time it happened it was almost as is she was looking at two images at once. Though thinking about it hurt her head.

Sam violently shock her head, as she thought, What the hell?! She stopped for a moment, closing her eyes and dropping the dead bodies. She consintrated, she could feel the mosion, starting at her toes, and slowly growing up her body to her head, the headache left. She shivered, feeling herself bend down and slip something from one of the mens pockets into her own. As she stood up her mind noted, body check finished, if it was something worng with her it'd be gone....if it was caused by someone or something, it'd be there. When she was standing again, she slowly opened her eyes hoping her vision would be normal.

As the odd effect occurred once more Sam was left with one deduction; the feeling was being induced by something, or someone. As her vision blurred once more she could make out the figure of a man in front of her. As she felt a sharp pain on the back of her head she collapsed to the floor unconscious.

When she awoke she was in a bed as she tried to look over she felt pain erupt through her body. She was bandaged up completely and was struggling to move. If she was to move her eyes around she would notice that she is on a IV drip.

She looked around confused. A hospital? Her needing to be hospitalized? that wasn't part of her agreement, in fact, this was the whole point of the agreement. As she tried to contemplate this orthidocial placement, her pain vanished and the urge arised in her. She found herself looking around for anything something, as she moved around trying to get herself free, the thought hospitalized? still confusing her mind.