City of Sinners

Chapter 10

The jade knives I was holding has passed through the neck of the Sinner. 

The first Sinner who attacked me must have thought that I was an easy target. An easy-peasy woman who will succumb to their fearful and gross faces. No, I am not. I will let them know it. I thrust the jade knife on the first Sinner who attacked, and I smoothly slid I, making the Sinners hold to his neck. Too bad, he could not hold it anymore. It was already severed. 

I heard the way how the Sinners grossly grunt when he realized that he was going to lose his head. Before he could even react more, I punched him on the face. The punch I have done was satisfying for me, because I heard a crack: of the bones on his neck. Seconds after, I just realized that the Sinner’s body was already lying in the ground, while his severed head rolling.  

“That’s for you,” I said, after I stomped the head of the rotten sinners. I thought I am going to be splattered with blood, but surprisingly, the Sinners doesn’t have blood. Instead, they have bursted into brown ashes. 

Another Sinner came to me. This Sinner was different from the earlier because she has long nails. I can easily conclude that she’s a she Sinner because of her chest. Well, the shape of it has resemblance of for a woman, but no pervert man would fantasize with her because it was already at the bridge of rotting. Other than that, this Sinner has long, sharp nails. She was about to slice me on my neck but I instinctively dodged because I have a bad feeling her nails were deadly.

Which is right. It happened that I was beside a tiny and elegant lamppost which was standing in the middle of this cemetery. As I dodge, the nails of the Sinner went through the lamppost, and easily sliced it in the middle. Which means, if I did not dodge it, I would have been like the first Sinner I had cut on its neck. 

The Sinner still continued attacking. I made quick five steps back, and without letting her come near me, I threw one of my twin jade knives. Its sharp end had perfectly landed on the Sinner’s left eye. Just like the first Sinner, she had made an ear-shattering shriek because of pain. 

With that, I have concluded that Sinners were also vulnerable in pain. Sinners may be a terrifying creature because they are dead-alive creatures, like a zombie, but we still have at least a chance to fight because pain is still their weakness. We can always utilize their pain into our advantage.

While the Sinners was still disorganized, I ran through her. Swiftly, I pulled the jade knife on her eyes, and I twisted my body. Gathering force from the twisting that I have done, the other knife on the other of my hand had buried and sliced on from her left shoulder, then to her chest. I have made a slanted slice on her body with the use of my jade knife. This knife I was using was surprisingly terrifying because it can easily cut through, even on the bones found on the Sinner’s shoulder blades and ribs. After a second, the Sinner had also burst in brown ashes. 

I looked at Valour to check on what he was doing. I was about to boast to him about killing two Sinners in a span of a minute, but the feeling of embarrassment has quickly rose to me as I saw him. He was brutally killing the Sinners who were attacking him without any hesitation. He was moving swift, holding his thin light sword, and swaying it to the enemies. Just by looking at him for a second, he had already knocked down three Sinners. One more than the total number of what I killed. Now he moved to the next Sinner, and had effortlessly killed it in one slice. 

That actually boosted my willingness to fight. You see, I am a competitive woman. I know from the start that Valour is a good fighter. But I kept on telling myself that I am more skillful and better than him. And I have to prove it. Correction: I don’t hate him (well, slightly I do, because he is always a party-killer) but I always like to compete on him. Valour was skillful in many ways, and whenever I have the chance to prove that I am better than him, better than my butler, I don’t hesitate to show it to him.

I looked away at him, and turned at the northern direction of this cemetery. There I saw waves of Sinners coming towards us. More dead bodies were coming out of their graveyard with their rotten fleshes and sometimes frames of bones. Just by looking at the wave of the Sinners, I calculated that they were around fifty Sinners that is coming to us.  

I should’ve told this to Valour. I should have told that there were around fifty wave of Sinners that was coming to us, and we would be disadvantaged if we keep on fighting. But I did not. Instead, I ran towards it. Clenching my jaws, and tightly holding my twin jade knives, I decided to attack the wave of Sinners. 

“Sitri! No!”

Valour must have seen what I was about to do, because I heard him trying to stop me. But I decided not to listen. I have made a concrete mind of showing that man who was the real fighter. Just watch and wait, Valour. I will show you what a real fighter looks like. 

I played the jade knife on my hand. I stopped running, but instead, I utilized the speed I have gained by sliding my rubber shoes on the grass. The first Sinner was about to catch and enclose me on his hand, but my knives were faster. Before he could realize, his arms were already dropped on the ground. Cut. I stabbed him on the chest, and moved at the other Sinner. I kicked him on his almost hollow, rotten chest, and dealt a hard blow by stabbing him on his head. Right in front of my eye, the Sinner burst in brown ashes. 

I continued doing this. Fighting, killing Sinner after Sinner—desperate to tell that I am damn greater than Valour. 

But … why does it seem the Sinners weren’t decreasing in numbers? Why was my body suddenly turned numb? I can’t feel anything; hear anything; see anything. What … what was happening?

“Sitri!” 

I have heard Valour’s voice. But it felt distant. Like a small echo from my deep slumber. But still, because of that voice, I have managed to come back. My senses went back. The first that came was the sense of my sight. And with the immediate return of my sense of sight I have realized what was happening. 

I was lying on the ground, body is tired and helpless. Above me is a huge sinful creature. A sinner. It doesn’t have any head. But it has sinewy legs and arms which it was using to pin me down. It doesn’t have head. I know. It doesn’t have a head, nor face. But I can see a smiling mouth on him. On his nude chest. A mouth with black-colored teeth that was stained with dried blood and rotten meat. 

It was smiling at me, as if it was happy that he has another food to eat. Me. 

Shit.