Shalla

	Shalla was about halfway up the staircase, when she heard a commotion.
Someone was coming down the stairs!
	With a curse, she dashed back down the stairs, and around the corner to
wait. She didn't have long. 
	Six guard type people came around the corner heading towards her. Two of 
them had bodies slung over their shoulders. With a snarl, Gitara took over, and
launched herself at them. 
	The guards hastily dropped the bodies, and pulled out guns. 
	With a vicious grin, Gitara threw herself into a roll, and fired her small
gun. A guard went down, a bullet hole through his forehead. 
  She looked up, her eyes glowing with the heat of her rage. A switchblade was
in one hand, the gun in the other. She jumped forward, feeling a bullet brush
her ear. She touched her finger to the spot it had brushed, then touched her
finger to her tongue. 
	The metallic taste of blood. Her eyes filmed over. She could see nothing but
the man, holding a gun, grinning. She snarled again, and flew forward. He fell
back with a gasp, his throat ripped out by her fingers. 
	One of the guards looked at her, her with a bloody fist shoved into her
mouth, savoring the metaklic taste, her eyes glowing. With a whimper, he ran. 
	She turned her back to the fleeing man. The other two guards were shaken,
but they were stronger then their companions. And stupider. 
	With another growl, she fired her gun, and threw the switchblade. One of the
guards went down. a bullet in his chest. 
	The other dodged the knife. "Stupid to throw away your weapon."
	"Who says I threw away my weapon?" She growled, and lunged at him, her hands
seeking his throat. He caught her wrists with ease. 
	"What the hell are you?" The guard asked, his hand lockd around her throat.
	She snapped at his hand, and while he was distracted, kneed him in the
groin. He released her, and she fell to her knees. She leaped back up, and
wrapped her hands about his throat, and squeezed. 
	After a while, the man kicked once, and died. She released him, and the
corpse crumpled to the ground. 
	She licked the last of the blood from her fingers, and released control of
the body. 
	"That," Shalla said to the air, "was a berserker."
	One of the bodies the guards had dropped began to stir. Shalla raced over to
check. It was a girl. The side of her head had a huge bump.
	The girls eyes opened, and Shalla winked. "Don't be scared. I saved you." 
	Shalla laughed. Some hero she was! Her face was caked in blood from Gitara's
little...spree...., her ear was bleeding, and her clothes were dusty. 
"You're safe." she said again.


JoylyN

	Joylyn looked up at the hazy form.."Wha?? No..didn't save.." She started to
slip back into unconsciousness, but the  girl...Shalla..tried to stand her up.."No, 
I really..." Joy felt for the source, and recoiled in pain.. Why'd it hurt to reach?... 
She looked back up at the girl, trying to pull her to her feet.."I'm sleepy...."


Shalla)

	Shalla dragged the wounded girl upright. She was protesting, claiming to be
tired, or something. "To bad." Shalla gritted. 
	Drapping the girl's arm across her shoulder (actually, more like the whole
girl) she stumbled over to the other prisoner. This one was also a girl, but
she was still out cold. 
	Shalla heard again the sound of feet on stairs. "Shit!" She whispered, and
headed away from the stairs, leaving the other one behind. No use risking
hereslf and this other girl for a body that might be dead. 
	She felt a pang of guilt, but squashed it, and dragged herself and the girl
into the  storeroom she had blasted out earlier. She'd find a way out later.
When this other girl could move.