Bette ran through the flames, the heat and smoke making her cough horrifically, but she kept on moving. She found her father soon enough. He was lying on the floor, his stomach bleeding profusely and the fire beginning to surround him.

“Dad!” Bette cried running to Melvin and taking him into her arms.

“Bette,” he groaned weakly. Bette draped Melvin’s arm over her shoulders and she lifted him off the floor with a grunt. She dragged him out of the house with difficulty and laid him down once they got outside.

She gasped when she saw Tina fighting skillfully with the quad. They were gaining the upper hand and Tina was losing her resolve.

Bette moved to grab her sword but Melvin grabbed her arm and said, “in my pocket.”

Bette’s brow furrowed and she reached into his shirt pocket pulling out a tooth tied to a rope. “The tooth your dad gave you,” Bette said.

“My only memory of him,” Melvin said, “and now it will be your only memory of me.”

“No! Dad!” Bette cried shaking him as his eyes fluttered shut and his breathing stopped. “NO!” Bette yelled crying.

Suddenly that same feeling filled the air, like before. It was that thunder without sound and Bette looked up to see Tina’s hand firmly on one of the quad member’s necks and she fell down to the floor.

“She got him!” another quad member yelled as the man turned around to attack them.

“Kill him!” the leader yelled. They killed their teammate quickly then approached Tina who was still on the floor. Bette reacted quickly pulling out her sword from its sheath and letting the sound ring loudly.

The men froze in the tracks and looked toward Bette. “It can’t be!” the leader said.

“The Seeker?” another man said fear evident in her eyes.

Bette felt the anger surging through her and it whirred through her body like a machine. She felt it emanating through the sword and she let out a yell as she lunged toward the quad, her sword raised in the air.

The men got into a defensive position and they raised their swords defensively as Bette slammed her sword down on them. The loud clash of metal against metal filled the night air along with the cackling of the fire behind them. Bette moved swiftly and confidently. Her sword didn’t feel heavy, it was light as a feather as she ducked under the swords of the men and cut swiftly through their flesh.