Dipak grunted when Gytha thumped him up on the table, but he didn’t regain consciousness. Gytha gave him no further attention. Her talents were not for healing. Either this woman had those gifts or she didn’t. If she did, then Dipak may live. If she did not then he would die. For Gytha, it was that simple. Each time that Dipak died, she found him and gave him back his name. She would do it again if she had to. But right now, she planned on tearing out the throat of the person that hadpulled the trigger. Her claws flashed only a moment before she slipped into the haze. Angerona clutched to Gytha’s back and clicked in her ear, but Gytha gave the spider no attention. It was time for the dealing of death.
Amaterasu was standing on the porch, looking out at the tree line. Her pale skin glowed softly, bringing her robes to shimmering life. Her eyes were huge, seeming to suck in all the light. Kamaitachi was being more useful. With his gun held up, he was searching the yard. He moved quickly. Looking behind a bin and then moving to check behind a small shed. He was systematic and careful. Gytha moved past Amaterasu.
“There’s no point. Who ever fired that shot is gone.” Amaterasu’s voice was flat. She turned and went into the house. But before she was out of view, she looked over her shoulder and said “If the light touches upon it, I can see it.”
Gytha snarled and whirled away. The bloated bitch was wrong. The shooter was out there and she was going to find him. She would have answers and then she would dine on his fucking corpse. Lunging herself onto the ground, she began running on all fours. Claws tore at the soil and flung sod up behind her. Her body scrunched up and then stretched out; as agile as a leopard. Angerona gripped on so tight that she drew small pin pricks of blood, but Gytha didn’t notice.
“Gytha,” Angerona whispered, but she went unheeded.
Once at the tree line, she leapt up and swung herself up into the branches. Once there she was silent. She moved slowly and checked for even the smallest sign that someone had passed here. Angerona knew better then speaking now. The hunt had begun and it would not end until Gytha had her feast.
Kamaitachi tucked his gun away. There wasn’t anything in the yard and if there was something to find in the woods, Gytha was more likely to find it then he was. He gazed shifted his gaze from the shadowy tree line towards a movement he’d caught from the corner of his eye. He’d drawn his gun back out as he’d moved, swinging quickly, but there was nothing there. Sweeping the weapon back and forth, he scanned the area. Nothing. The stress was making him jumpy. He turned, letting the gun drop to his side and walked back to the house. Once up on the porch he again put it away.
Amaterasu was sitting on the couch in the living room. Her eyes were large and unfocused. He knew that she was searching in her own way. Shrugging, he moved into the kitchen. He didn’t want to sit in there with her. Those eyes got too empty. In the kitchen, Heather was giving calm instructions to her son who was following them with confident and sure hands. Who were these people that they could drag a shot man into their home and remain so calm?
“Can I help?” Kamaitachi asked.
“I assume you’re being here means that there won’t be any more shots fired,” Heather said without looking up from her work.
“There is no one in the immediate area. The others are doing longer ranged scouting,” Kamaitachi answered.
Heather nodded. She reached down and Jacob put a pair of thin scissors into her bloody hand. Jacob took no notice of the red smeared on his fingers as he moved onto his next task. From one thing to the next, he did what his mother asked. He handed her tools and washed items. And all Heather had asked Kamaitachi to do was to sit in the chair next to the fire and to stay out of the way. At first, he had considered protesting. But now that he’d watched them he knew that she had been right. He would have only hindered their smooth and near perfect rhythm. Most of the time when Heather asked for something, Jacob was passing it to her before the request was made. These were 2 who had spent long hours together in such work.
“Wash up, Jacob,” she said.
He quickly gather things into a basin and hefted them towards the sink. Heather wiped her hands onto a damp towel and sat beside the fire across from Kanaitachi. She pulled a pipe and small pouch of tobacco from a basket that was beneath the chair. He raised an eye brow at her.
“If you want some, there’s more in the basket under your chair,” she said while waving the pipe in his general direction.
Kyoka poked her head out from his hair and gave a small squeak of protest. He laughed and rubbed between her ears. He’d never smoked, why’d she think he would now?
“Your loss,” she said as she lit the pipe.
Dipak laid on the table. His eyes were closed. Sallow skin and shallow breath confessed his sickness. Two thin plastic tubes hung out of his chest, telling of his trauma.