Spiderweb - 142 Barbie

“What? Pretty skin, a pretty looking personality on the outside, and a nice smile and sense of outfit. And white,” Juan shrugged, “Sounds like barbie to me.”

Mrs. Cloud’s head turned to the side slightly. “I haven’t seen a black-haired barbie in my time. Only seen blonde ones,” Mrs. Cloud muttered. She looked up at Juan’s hair, “it looks like you’ll be more fit for that than me, blondy.”

Juan scoffed playfully. “Sure sure, not unless they have a pair of grey prison uniforms for that barbie, then it could never be me.” Juan paused for a moment. “Are we going to sit here and talk about barbie dolls the entire time?”

“Not unless your scaredy-cat self learns how to attack first, otherwise yea, let’s keep up the barbie talk. I find it amusing,” Mrs. Cloud chuckled. She burst into a fit of hysterical laughter for a moment, bending down as she chuckled.

Juan immediately took advantage of that and launched herself at Mrs. Cloud, her knee out to knee in that pretty face of hers.

Mrs. Cloud was still chuckling when Juan was just an inch away from her face and still chuckling when Juan’s knee reached her face. She stopped laughing.

“Haha, keep laughing now barbie. Look at you talking so big when you can’t even defend yourself… how disgraceful,” Juan chuckled as she peered down at Mrs. Cloud. She couldn’t see her face clearly, but she could tell that her knee had made contact with her face judging by the little distance between her knee and Mrs. Cloud’s face. She let out a hysterical chuckle of her own as she peered down at Mrs. Cloud. She couldn’t wait to see her bleeding face.

She was wrong.

Mrs. Cloud pushed Juan’s knee away with her hand. She had stopped the knee from hitting her face milliseconds before it made contact with her face. Her hand was in between Juan’s knee and her forehead.

Her hand let go of Juan’s knee after she pushed away and using her finger, she pushed it down to the ground.

“Don’t be mean,” Mrs. Cloud chuckled, her eyes gleaming, “That was a very low move of you, I could have gotten hurt.”

Juan flinched, locking eyes with Mrs. Cloud. She trembled, her knees shaking severely. There was a sudden rock on her shoulder, weighing her down with every second she stayed in contact with Mrs. Cloud’s eyes. She would look away but she couldn’t move her eyes. She was paralyzed.

“What is it?” Mrs. Cloud smiled, “don’t suddenly freeze up there.”

Juan flinched, shivering as she slowly backed away from Mrs. Cloud. There was this dark aura moving around in the air behind her. This wasn’t a simple fight, it could easily result in her death, she could tell. There was murder intent in Mrs. Cloud’s eyes.

Juan trembled as she stopped her feet from moving backward and she stood up straight. Barbie wasn’t the only one that knew how to fight, every single person in the asylum did. Whether it was weak or strong, they all knew had to fight.

Juan let out a deep sigh. Barbie hadn’t been the only one who had blood on her hands either. The walls were washed with blood, every room was washed with blood and Juan’s hands were washed with blood.

She wasn’t at a disadvantage but rather believing herself to be. At least that’s what she thought.

That thought was soon be proven right or wrong.

Juan stepped forward, not backing down from the challenge.

“So someone finally grew balls?” Mrs. Cloud chuckled. “How cute.”

Juan smiled. “Stop talking and attack already, barbie.”

Mrs. Cloud’s eye twitched and her fists clenched. “I thought I said, never to call me barbie,” she muttered, her steps growing near.

“And I’m supposed to listen?” Juan chuckled.

Mrs. Cloud looked down, a shadow growing over her face. She muttered under her breath as her fist clenched. “You should have.”

Juan cocked her head to the right, unable to hear what Mrs. Cloud had said. “What was that?” she asked.

Mrs. Cloud looked up at Juan, her eyes completely blank and all emotions were off her face. There was no light in her eyes but the deep shade of purple that glowed menacingly. Her lips were in a tight line and she looked up at Juan, strands of her hair falling against her face.

“I said… You should have,” Mrs. Cloud snapped. She leaped in so suddenly that Juan was almost caught off-guard.

A strong swing flew towards Juan’s head and she ducked immediately, seconds before it came in contact with her face.

“Haha, is that the best you got?” Juan chuckled.

“Bad move,” Mrs. Cloud replied. She threw her hands over Juan��s body and brought up her knee, slamming it right into Juan’s abdomen. “You should have jumped back.”

The hit to her stomach nearly made Juan throw up her entire meal that morning. She didn’t even feel it when it first came in contact with her abdomen but seconds later, her entire body reacted and pain washed over her.

She pushed Mrs. Cloud away, using her hand as the distance between them.

Mrs. Cloud turned around and walked to a pile of junk. From there she picked up a wooden hard plank of wood.

“Pick up your fire or something off the ground,” Mrs.Cloud advised, her eyes facing the ground beneath Juan’s feet. Slowly, they crawled up her body to her eyes, bleak purple eyes staring into the shaking dark pupils of their opponent. “Pick it up or I’ll kill you.”

Juan chuckled nervously as she bent down and picked up a plant of wood and her fire, then lit the wood on fire.

“Pfft- ok then love let’s see who wi-” Juan began her sentence, she was cut short when Mrs. Cloud leaped forward, her steps quick and light, reaching Juan in the same first step. Juan raised her stick up to block to hit and she did but didn’t block her lower body.

Mrs. Cloud still in mid-air after Juan blocked her hit, on her way down, her slender legs swung around and slammed into Juan’s waist, sending her flying 5 feet backward.

Juan gasped in pain as she felt the air being knocked out of her lungs.

Mrs. Cloud swung her piece of wood down to her side and walked forward, her violet eyes like two beams piercing down into Juan from the murky darkness on Mrs. Cloud’s face. She walks forward with steady steps, the wood at her side as she learned Juan who laid gasping on the ground.

“Stand up,” Mrs. Cloud muttered, her lips being the only thing moving on her face. She looked dead, no emotion on her face but only an intense air of superiority and killer intent swirling in her eyes. “I said I had to blow off some steam. Don’t make me end this so quickly.”

Juan trembled, tears forming at the edge of her eyes. She felt like she was close to death. That it was standing over her in its most beautiful form, ready to take her life away in a flash.

Juan immediately stood up, jumping back to make some distance between her and Mrs. Cloud. “I never expected such a tiny, slender body to have so much power in it,” Juan grinned.

“You underestimated me,” Mrs. Cloud tilted her head to the side, creaks were almost head from her stiffly it bent, Mrs. Cloud’s eyes contact with Juan never breaking for a moment. Her lips bent down in a little frown. “How much do you want to pay for that?”

Juan chuckled, waving dismissively at Mrs. Cloud. “What pay for it? I am in debt to you now?”

“Heads up,” Mrs. Cloud called out.

“Heads up?” Juan muttered.

Mrs. Cloud hurled her stick at Juan, slightly upwards into the sky at the perfect trajectory for it to last directly on her head. She began running at her seconds after she threw the stick, placing Juan in momentary confusion as Mrs. Cloud launched a double attack on her.

Seconds before the stick and Mrs. Cloud reached her, she left backward. Immediately after she grinned thinking she had dodged them both. She froze when Mrs. Cloud’s eyes locked onto hers. She had made a mistake.

When she leaped backward, it had given Mrs. cloud the distance she needed to catch the stick. Juan trembled as her eyes were barely able to follow Mr. Cloud’s movement. The next thing she saw was a flash of purple before something slammed into her side. The pain didn’t hit at first and Juan turned to look at Mrs. Cloud just in time for her head to swivel to face Juan, their eyes locking as the pain ricochet into her body.

The wood broke on impact, shattering to pieces. Splinters pierced into Juan’s waist and even more Mrs. Cloud’s hands.

Juan gasped, her entire body bending as the pain impaled her side and traveled up her body in shocks. Her eyes rolled into their sockets when the pain hit her brain. She fell to the ground limply, trembling immensely as the pain repeated in her again and again.

Mrs. Cloud peered down at her, violet eyes piercing straight into Juan.

“Hey. What are you doing?” she asked

Juan looked up at her, the violet glow the only clear thing she could make out in the haze of her vision.

“Stand up,” Mrs. Cloud snapped. “I’m not done with you.”