There used to be a time when absolutely nothing scared her. Everything and everyone feared her, with good reason. Nothing stood in the way of her goals, and damn the creature that attempted to stop her. More like she killed them, but.. po-tay-to, po-tah-to.
Now.. she was afraid of it all. Having exactly the things she never knew she craved. The family, the life, the simplicity. It was magnificent, epic even. Well, to her, anyway. At least looking at it from her point of view.
And she thought her view was pretty damn beautiful.
The dark-haired demoness sat on her favorite boulder out in the desert, quite a distance from home, her head tilted back so that she could see the vast night sky. Stars shimmered overhead, competing for attention from any and all who gazed upon them.
Spectacular. Just the idea that she was out there, getting to see the constellations again, made her head spin. Not even a month ago, the only thing she got to see was a torture cell. That, and the aftermath of the torture. Never did she dare hope to see the sky of the mortal Realm again.
The night was cool, a different creature than the day had been. It allowed her to wear her long sleeves and slacks without discomfort, whereas the daytime threatened to destroy her.
Blinking, the halfling known to few as Sakkara returned her dark brown gaze to the line of the far-off horizon. The muscles of her neck still offered twinges with movement, but they were minor, like their effects of sleeping on one's pillow wrong. The rest of her body was healing in much the same manner.
The scars and the nightmares, however, remained.
Shaking back her sleeves, her eyes settled upon the shiny, red lines wrapping completely around her wrists. While some injuries, like her wrists, were healing as any would expect after treatment and stitches, others were not fading into duller images of their initial inflictions. She had one long, puffy line running from the base of her throat down to her pelvis that refused to sink against her skin. Others, like the large stab wounds at her hips and the zombie bite on her left calf, would likely always remain puckered and spidery.
And there hadn't yet been a night where she was able to sleep peacefully. She would awaken with tremors and cold sweats at least three times, if not more, before she'd rise from bed and forget the whole idea.
Kade was doing his best to help. After every nightmare, he was right there to soothe her nerves and try to get her to calm down enough to sleep again. And as he promised, every time she pulled away from him for whatever reason, he followed. No matter what.
Like earlier that day. Kade had come up behind her in the kitchen while she was getting some breakfast together for Dominic, and as natural as anything, he brushed a hand across her back as he reached for a coffee cup. She had jumped, spinning and staggering away into the opposite wall to get away from the hand touching her, keeping a very threatening, plastic Hulk spoon held up between them. While a few moments of shock kept Kade in place while the brunette got her distance, he was quick to squash it, letting her get a couple shots in on him with the spoon before he took hold of her. Within moments, the fight left her, realization finally overcoming her senses, and the pair of them soon found themselves on the kitchen floor, he holding her while she struggled to bring herself back under control.
She didn't deserve him. Or Dominic. But she wasn't about to give them up.
Which made her try harder to fight the nightmares, to push away the horrible memories. To be herself once again. That was the hardest of all, trying to summon back the warrior she had been before this whole mess happened.
Perhaps it was time to think seriously about getting back in the ring. She had thrived on the battle whenever she was in a match, and very little ever let her feel so free. Maybe if she started wrestling again, she'd regain a good deal of what she'd lost. Possibly find a way to conquer her nightmares. Maybe.
Or maybe she was a lost cause.
Sakkara brought a hand up to rub at her forehead in aggravation. There was no telling what might happen now. She only knew she had to at least try something.
Hell, if Seth could rise to the top of the DWF to take hold of that World Heavyweight Championship belt after all he'd been through, she could bet she'd stand a chance of giving her career a new jumpstart. Or something.
Speaking of Seth..
She hadn't had a chance to talk to him yet. She was unsure what Kade had said to him about her return or what had happened while she was gone, if they spoke about it at all. He was owed an explanation as well, she knew. He was a brother, after all.
No time like the now, right?
Sakkara took out her cell phone, quickly hitting the speed dial that had been programmed with Seth's number. Tucking stray strands of dark hair behind her left ear, she pressed the phone to her right one as it rang.
It rang and rang about five times before his voicemail picked up. She hadn't expected him to answer; it was on the later side of the evening.
"Seth, it is Sakkara. Firstly, congratulations on your victory, champ. It has been a long time coming, so milk it for what it is worth." She smirked to herself, imagining he was way ahead of her on that thought. "It is not why I am calling, however. I wanted to invite you out here to give you an explanation for some things. There is quite a lot that needs talking about, I imagine." Squeezing her dark eyes shut, as if this was something painful, she added before she could change her mind, "Perhaps you could have Viper come out, too. I owe her in the very least the whole story in exchange for her help. Besides, Dominic has been driving me up the wall with wanting to see his uncle and 'the Snake Lady'. Let us know."
The phone snapped shut slowly, returning to her pocket. She raised the palms of her hands toward her face, quickly rubbing at her eyes. It was much later than she'd realized. Sliding down off the boulder, Sakkara took one last, long glance at the sky, admiring its infinite wonders once more before turning to head on home.