Unknown Thirds blog

Cati just finished up cleaning up any trace that we'd... well, that she'd been on the computer.
Right when she was getting up I heard it. Light tap, tap tap of about a dozen Specials coming down the hallway.
I looked down at Cati, she looked back up at me with big worried eyes and said,
"Oh my gosh. We need to get out of here... now. Tell Lith that the deals off, she shouldn't come-"
I cut her off by wrapping my arms around her waist and throwing her over my shoulder and ran straight to the door.

Then... Surprise!

Patchwork dropped down from the ceiling in front of us with that awkward grin of hers. The fact that her lip-less mouth was sown shut was just gross. She made it even better by painting fake lips on them in an outrageous bright pink.

Patchwork lived up to her name. She was the Asian female version of Frankenstein. Her body was covered in angry surgery and tube scars. One eye was brown while the other was a weird yellow. Her jet black hair was up in a bun by chop sticks, and her bright red kimono was way too big for her tall, super skinny figure. Her sleeves engulfed her hands, and they were several inches too long. A large yellow cloth tied around her middle in a big bow in the back. Her jerky movements betrayed that she was the most flexible being alive.

I set Cati down instantly and whipped out my sword. She had already taken a fighting stance and had her most fierce and deadly look on her face then said,
"Well, hello Patchwork. Come to ruin our little party with your face?... or rather what's left of it?"
I knew what Cati was up too, she was distracting Patchwork so I could go around her and get the first blow in. Luckily, my sword has an invisible mode on it, so it was set that way at the time.
I quietly signaled Lith with a series of taps on my ear piece that we needed her help getting out, also about Patchwork.

Patchwork knotted her little pencil eye brows together in frustration. It made her mad that she looked like she did... but it was worse when she couldn't even say a come back.

She front flipped forwards, hands before feet (like this was the easiest thing to do in the world.) and bent down to Cati's level. She held up three (oddly enough) white manicured fingers with a face that said, "Read between the lines, sister."

Cati's face was covered in rage. "Read this!" She swung a punch at Patchwork's face. Patchwork didn't flinch as she snaked her head to the left, and Cati hit air.
She was about to kick Cati when I slashed at her with my sword.

Patchwork spun around and clapped down on the flat sides of the blade, stopping it from striking her... some how. The sword point was inches from her face.

You could hear the little distinct giggle of satisfaction in her mouth. Hands still clamped down on the blade, she flipped over it...

Landing on my forearms. I couldn't believe how light she was! It was like holding a kitten!

She crouched there, her arms resting on her knees. I was too stunned to move, nether-the-less, throw her off. She pointed to her yellow eye and then poked my invisible nose.

I was horrified...

She could see me!

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