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The Battered Lamp Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior
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matter; Fumi was so lithe and— “No!” she shouted, pushing away. “No, Kyle!” He gasped for air, his face flushed as she backed away. “Right,” he muttered, regaining some control over himself. “I don't want to die.” She flinched. “I'm sorry.” Tears ran down her eyes. “In the morning, I'm going to find that spirit Fatima told me about, Niqualmie, and see if there is a way we can be together that way.” “And if there's not?” “We'll never see each other again.” A sob escaped her and tears ran down her cheeks. “I can't take the chance of losing control and killing you, Kyle.” Another thing taken from him. Christy's gone, Fatima's unconscious, and now Fumi was leaving, maybe forever. “Let's bury the car,” Kyle grunted, turning away and concentrating on his sword. The ground opened up, his car disappeared, crashing into the pit. Fumi sent a wind to blow all the small pieces of his car down into the thirty-foot deep hole, then he closed it up. Neither noticed the license plate lying in the shadows of one of the bridge's trusses ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Britney pulled Phillipa's car in front of Kyle's home. “My mom's going to kill me,” Kyle muttered, opening the door. He grabbed his little sister's unconscious form, cradling her gently in his arms. He did love her a lot. “I'll see you tomorrow, Britney, if I still live.” “You will,” she answered. “Good night.” “Good night, Britney,” Aaliyah whispered, then followed her husband towards the house. Britney pulled the car away, ...