الحركة بركة (Al harakat barakat - Movement is a blessing)
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Part 4
2400
Ayesha hit the locker with force, driving the wind out of her.
“You bitch!” the Bolian spat angrily, as the Tellerite grabbed her roughly to prevent her from running. “Steal my spot on the team will you? I’ll teach you,”
Ayesha gasped for breath and looked up. The Bolian’s face was seething with unadulterated hatred and anger. It was perhaps the look, in combination with the strong emotion radiating that caused Ayesha to speak. If she was this angry, then she had better back up her thoughts with action.
“If that’s how hard you hit things, it’s no wonder you weren’t picked,”
The fist flew towards her, but Ayesha had sensed it coming quick, moving her head out of the way. The fist slammed into the metal locker behind and Ayesha struggled, pushing her weight onto the Tellerite and using her legs to aim a kick at the Bolian. The scuffle was over quickly as the Tellerite turned and Ayesha slammed into the locker again, her face hot against the cold metal.
“You bitch,” came the shrill voice of the Bolian. “I am going to kill you,”
“Kill me, you can’t even hit me when I’m being held,” Ayesha spat back, before she found herself being spun around and held back. She could feel the hot trickle of blood streaming down her face from when her head had hit the locker.
“No, I don’t need to,” the Bolian responded, her fist in her hand, her own blood dripping on the floor. Suddenly Ayesha felt a sharp stab of pain, as if someone had kicked her on the head. She couldn’t hear anything for a second, before the sound came back, her ears ringing. She gasped and tried to see who had hit her, but nobody seemed to have moved. Through the splitting headache that was beginning to form, Ayesha suddenly realised what was happening. It was the Deltan, standing at the back, taking a deep breath. And then her eyes opened.
Ayesha had not experienced such pain ever. Her head was split open as if hit by an axe. Ayesha’s vision blacked out, and she only barely registered her own blood-curdling screams before her ears replaced everything with a high-pitched whine. Ayesha struggled fruitlessly against the Tellerite, but now, she couldn’t even feel her own body. All she could feel was the raging pain in her head. The last thing she noticed before her body shut down was the blood pouring from her nose and ears.
And then there was nothing.
2422
Ayesha hung the canvas on the wall of her room, stepping back and cocking her head. “Hmm, I don’t know Azure,” she says. “It clashes with the room,”
The fox yipped.
“What do you mean it’s a rubbish painting? Like to see you do better,” Ayesha huffed.
The fox yipped again.
Ayesha shook her head and looked at the image. “It could be worse,” she said, after a moment of thought.
