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10/26/2020 12:33 PM 

Zodiac Adventures: Awaken The Lioness

 
The day had started out simple enough. A ten mile jog, a few hours spent at home working on new material, a few others put into a bartending shift downtown. A routine day, the kind in which nothing memorable was expected to occur. Amber wasn’t lined up for any acts, she had no plans with her promising new manager. The day was a blank canvas that the ginger had painted beige. A monotonous kind of day that led to the monotonous night that she was trying to liven up by taking her skateboard into the city. Usually, a few sick tricks and a breath of cool night air was enough to turn boring into good. But the night remained steadfast in its dedication to dullness, it remained the kind of night Amber would forget about come morning.

Or so the universe had led her to believe.

Looking up at the inky black sky, Amber yearned for the stars that were drowned out by the city lights. The ones that painted the darkness back home in Texas, the stars she retreated to when she’d sneak out her bedroom window and sit on the roof while her parents were asleep in either their bed or off at their stations. With her skateboard upright, she sighed, leaning on it lazily as she made a note to give up on tonight.

Maybe it wasn’t boring after all; maybe she was just lonely. Maybe the choices she had made in lieu of her impending big break were choices that were still weighing heavy on her. Choices that had cost her the one person who had that magic way of making *every* night special. Maybe, just maybe, monotony was simply the cost of life without Remington. A terrifying realization, and one she’d keep to herself even under threat of perjury.

Amber Grymes didn’t need anyone; of that fact she could not be swayed. These feelings would fade, they always did. Time heals all wounds, right? Even if this heartbreak seemed more comparable to amputation than the paper cuts that were any of her other relationships.

With the kind of groan usually reserved for long waits at Starbucks or patriarchal oppression, Amber let her board fall to the ground, wheels sailing along the sidewalk as she commanded their actions like the captain of her vessel. She had no destination in mind as she soared past buildings and pedestrians and — considering the part of the city she was in — convicts. She simply went with the motions, uninhibited by things like direction or logic. She was one with the board until the monotony shattered. She was one with the board until destiny intervened.

The starless sky was always black in the city, so when a streak of gray painted its canvas, Amber could do nothing but stop and stare at the brief flash of light as it occured.

A shooting star, maybe? A meteor from beyond? Whatever space phenomena had caught her attention, Amber couldn’t get it back, no matter how silly it seemed. Instead she felt summoned, like an absentee father being served for child support. Like an agent of war on the night of a battle.

Spiritual hoopla was Remy’s schtick, not Amber’s, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel the call. It was a beckoning force, an entity that gripped her. There was no choice in the matter as she skated in the direction of the undeniable pull. It was a natural reaction — a warrior’s instinct. And above all else, Amber had always been a warrior first, even if she’d never found a war worth fighting.

Amber didn’t know how long she had skated for, nor did she recognize where that primal pull had taken her. Familiar buildings had long since turned unrecognizable, and she could feel her body growing tired as midnight turned to sometime in the wee hours of morning. But she didn’t stop her search until she was hopping off her deck and clutching it in her hand, finding herself at the entrance to a run down building that had seen much better days.

Beside the door rested a shattered window, one that was freshly broken considering the amount of glass that remained scattered all around the entrance. Reaching for her hair, Amber pulled out a bobby pin and used it to pick the lock on the door, deciding against crawling in through the glass. The last thing she wanted was to follow a ghost feeling just to find herself leaving with tetanus. Besides, what was the point of such an awesome skill if she never actually got to use it?

Successfully unlocking the door, Amber shoved it inward, revealing a large looking room that must have once been a warehouse. It was dark inside, and it smelled of mildew, but that didn’t stop her from walking in farther, nor did it stop her from seeing what had called to her.

In the center of the room, a football sized chunk of space rock was glowing, reddish-orange in color as it beckoned her over.The moment seemed surreal as Amber took careful steps towards it, not stopping until she was crouched on the ground, staring at it from only a foot away.

“I wouldn’t touch that if I were you,” a voice spoke from the darkened corner, startling Amber, if only a little. Looking over, she spotted an elderly man in matted clothes, whose personal grooming led her to believe she figured out the origins of the putrid smell.

“Woah, I didn’t see you there,” she said casually before looking back to the rock. “You trying to give a girl a heart attack?” Shaking her head, Amber’s instincts told her the opposite of his advice. Reaching forward, she gripped the rock with her hands, lifting it to her face only to watch it crumble like a pastry in her palms. “The f***,” she questioned as its structure fell to pieces, and all that was left was a glowing key that formed the shape of a lion.

“I must be dreaming,” she muttered as she picked herself off the ground, studying her find with confusion in her eyes. “Hey, dude in the corner, are you seeing this too?” Turning to look at her unexpected guest, Amber took a step back when she noticed he had moved to only a few feet behind her.

“Yes, I’m seeing it,” he grinned, his face spreading into the kind of smile that fueled even Tim Burton’s nightmares. “And it’s my lucky day. An untrained zodiac hand delivered to me. They’ll all be so proud of me. Give me the key, little girl, and I shall make sure your death is quick and painless.”

Barking out a laugh, Amber held the key tight, not needing to know what was going on to know that it was of grave importance. “I may not know what brand of crazy you’re trying to spiel, but I should warn you, I’m far from untrained. And if you touch me, your geriatric lifestyle will be the least of your issues. ”

As if to let out a laugh of his own, the elderly man’s jaw unhinged, flesh unravelling to reveal a mouth the size of a basketball hoop, and teeth the likes of which she’d only seen on discovery channel.

”Oh… sh*t,” Amber said as the severity of the situation fully kicked in. Assuming a defensive stance, her mind swam through years of rigorous combat training, but none of it had prepared her for whatever this was. Could anything have prepared her for such a terrifying sight?

Prepared or not -- the creature came charging, alien cries sounding as it lunged at her person. Expertly rolling out the way, Amber held on to the key for dear life, before using the strength in her leg to deliver a kick to its back that sent it soaring across the room, causing her to blink rapidly. Amber was a revered fighter who had been trained for a life of special ops assignments, but the strength she had just exhibited? That did not come from her training. That was about as human as the creature who went flying.

What in the actual f*** was happening?

Looking down at the key for a moment, Amber mouthed a ‘what are you’ just in time for it to turn into a ball of light, before wrapping around her dominant hand in the form of a type of glove. It was a simple design, tipped with sharp, heavy claws, like something Lady Gaga would wear to the Emmy’s. While it didn’t seem like the most useful weapon in her current predicament—a sword or a bazooka would have been much more promising—it was certainly better than the nothing she had before.

Assuming a defensive position once more, Amber braced herself for the next assault, before their bodies tangoed for life or death. The creature's body morphed as it fought, sending two arms her way then four alien limbs next. It changed up its tactics with every swing and miss, and Amber continued to dodge with her practiced grace, unable to find an opening to do real damage until she was able to deliver a swift punch to its chest, leaving a gash with her claws before back handspringing away.

She had been proud of herself as she landed with ease, but that feeling faded as she watched its wound heal right before her eyes. Annoyance ripped through her solid layer of determination, annoyance that was laced with anger at the unfairness of this situation. As that anger peaked, it felt as though her body was psychically warming up, a feeling that spiraled through her until her hands were covered in actual flames.

If it hadn’t been happening, she would have never believed it. Hell, all of this was happening and she still was having issues wrapping her mind around it fully. But that didn’t keep the fight from raging on, nor did it stop her confidence from swelling at the sudden realization of just how bad ass this fight left her feeling. She had always known she was hot sh*t— but this? This was a whole other level, especially as she ran up the wall, backflipping into an aerial attack that allowed her to rip through the back of the creatures neck with her flaming claw. In turn its neck became no more than an open wound, head slipping from its shoulders and rolling in the opposite direction.

Watching it carefully, the body writhed and crumpled, before its form shifted back into that of the old man. Of course, this time his head was five feet from his body, and its putrid odor was impossibly worse.

Not willing to chance the creature coming back, Amber used her flames to set the body and head ablaze, allowing it to fill the warehouse with the godawful stench of burning flesh. When the deed was done, the ginger looked to her hands. The burning flames had self extinguished, and the battle claw returned to an orb of light, before morphing back into the ornate key it had started out as.

”F***,” was all Amber had to say, before shoving the key into her pocket and hopping back on her board. Despite her state of shock — and suspended disbelief — the last thing she wanted to do was wait around for the aforementioned “they” who would have been proud of the win she had denied him. What she needed now was to figure out what was happening and why, and all she had to go on were aliens and space rocks and magic keys and the word “Zodiac”.

Once again, Amber found herself wishing Remy was still around. But once again, the words she spoke to him — the way she left things — chose to haunt her instead. She couldn’t go to Remy with this — she’d figure it out on her own.

Besides, she still wasn’t convinced that this wasn’t a fever dream induced by one too many nights streaming Buffy before bed. She’d figure it out come morning. Until then, she was going to skate.

Some people ran from their problems — Amber on the other hand preferred to roll with haste.

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