Death of a Warrior/Birth of a Hero

A dawing I did to acompany my story 'Death of a Warrior/Birth of a Hero' (part one of the story to follow)
Pic found here

Nice work there Finch

[u]Death of a Warrior/Birth of a Hero Part 1.[u]
11th August 1940.

Jane Johnstown, also known as “The Jade Warrior” sat alone in her dingy little room in her family’s house in central London. Her pale skin seemed to shimmer in the candle light and her long auburn hair fell loosely over her face. She brushed it back behind her ears and continued reading the headlines in the newspaper about a German ‘Storm Korps’ raid in France, she was also muttering to herself quite loudly. She had just had another argument with her father. He disapproved of Jane’s ‘un-lady like behaviour’ and very often used the phrase ‘not a woman’s place’ which greatly annoyed Jane. She was very much a modern woman and a headstrong one at that, though not without reason; Jane possessed inhuman strength, speed and skin that was near unbreakable. She also skilfully wielded a magnificent axe and dagger both carved from Jade.
“It is not lady like to gallivant about beating up miscreants,” her father had said “you should be at home helping your mother cook.”
Just thinking about his pig headedness made her want to put her fist through the wall.
“How dare he talk to me like that.” Jade muttered to herself while studying the blurry photograph of a Storm Korp foot soldier, “I’m more of a man than he will ever be.” She circled the words ‘Man of the Hour, saves day again’ and threw the pencil at the wall across the room where it stayed. The front page was always dominated by some strapping male hero these days, particularly the American patriot Statesman, flying all over the place saving this and that. Jane didn’t actually dislike him, in fact she found him quite attractive but at the same time he epitomised everything she hate about the male orientated world see lived in and the men of her life; he was always the centre of attention just like every other man see knew, while she had to stay quietly in the background cooking and cleaning for them whilst they had all the fun.
“I’ll show them. I’ll make them notice me. Then they will have to realise that women are just as strong as men and that women can do more than cook and clean.” She declared to the room in general. Then after a slight pause she continued, a little more quietly, “Though what I will do I’m not quite sure. It will have to be pretty big if they are all as blind as my father.”

She sighed to herself, took a deep breath and tied her hair up in a tight bun as she prepared to face the meal she should have helped make as she knew there would be no point in sulking in her room all evening and if she did he would have won.
She straightened up and reached for the door handle which began to tremble as her hand neared it. The whole house trembled as what sounded like claps of thunder rang through the street. She could hear someone screaming a little way off.
“This is it!” she though as she grabbed her weapons and bolted down the stairs “It’s my time show them what women can do.”

She ignored her family who were staring out of the window as she made for the front door. She tugged at the door so hard that it swung off its hinges. She raced out into the street but stopped dead in her tracks, her mind reeling as it struggled to take in the horrific sight that met her eyes; the night sky above her was ablaze. Terrible shades of red and orange reflected in her eyes as she gazed upward in despair. All her thoughts of displacing the macho heroes from their pedestal vanished as the heavens we’re ripped apart by tremendous explosions. Jane was momentarily brought out of this trance when she heard the scream again, this time much closer. She looked down the street in the direction from which the scream had come but what she saw caused her mind to freeze up again; a small girl was cowering in a broken doorway as a strange metal skinned man advanced on her. As Jane watched in horror she gradually realised that the thing moving toward the girl was in fact not human. It appeared to be some sort of robotic monstrosity with glowing red eyes and razor sharp claws. Jane was once again brought to her senses as six figures marched into view. She recognised them from the blurred photograph in the newspaper and it finally dawned on her what was happening; the Germans had reached Great Britain. This single thought caused a fire that burnt brighter than the sun to explode in Jade’s heart, a flame of pure hatred and anger. “How dare they bring their war here!? How dare they bring their ungodly mechanisms and weapons down upon our great nation!?”

With a blood curdling scream that would have made even the Amazonians take a step back in fear, The Jade Warrior hurled herself toward the abominable metal man, axe raised in one hand, dagger poised to strike in the other, the ground blazed beneath her feet as she travelled faster than she ever had before. The metal man paused as the talon like claw that reached for the girl clattered to the ground, followed seconds later by its head. She turned to the Storm Korp soldiers that had now stopped their march to watch the shrieking spectacle of fury. They were much scarier to behold in the flesh than from a blurred photograph, their almost inhuman stillness was unnerving and the dark faceless, emotionless masks would have made even the bravest man tremble. But Jane didn’t give herself time to reflect on this as the Warrior once again flung herself into the fray. She dispatched their weapons in seconds and in a blur of green blades felled several of the intruders, her dagger piercing the weak point just under the chin of their helmets, her axe hacking the tougher joints in their armoured torsos. She raged onward for almost a quarter of an hour before she realised that the intruders weren’t staying down the way someone who has just had their chest torn to ribbons should. She slowed and looked around herself. One of the six was emanating a strange glow, and as the glow oozed over the black armour clad men their wounds sealed up and were replaced by neat scars. The Jade Warrior charged at the glowing one but as she did so another of the six, whom was slightly more heavily built than the others step into her path. Jane thought that this was quite a foolish move on his part. The Warrior’s axe arched around and collided with the foolish intruder’s suddenly raised arm. Shock gripped Jane’s heart. Time seemed to slow for her as she saw her beloved Jade axe shatter into tiny pieces while the intruder’s arm remained unmoving and unharmed. Her world collapsed as the shards of stone fell to the ground. Through the swirling mists of her consciousness Jane saw the world as it started to pick up speed once more. With growing speed, a fist began to dominate her vision. The fist hit home and Jane staggered backward and struggled not to fall. A booted foot arched seemingly out of nowhere and court her square in the chest. She hit the ground heavily. She was expecting to be hit again but nothing more happened for a short while. She pulled herself to her feet and glanced around and was surprised to find that the six intruders had backed away and were now standing in their marching positions. For almost a full minute neither Jane nor the intruders moved, they simply watched each other as the blasts continued over head. Then just as Jane was about to charge again one of the six stepped forward. He was much taller and thinner than the others. He removed his helmet, which confused Jane and stopped her reacting quickly enough to save her life. He moved closer and closer and as he did so Jane tried harder and harder to bring her dagger toward the intruder’s face but her body felt stiff and no matter how hard she tried she could not move. He was now so close to her that she could smell his foul breath. He held his face inches away from Jane’s and gazed deeply into her eyes. At this range Jane could make out every detail of the intruders face; it was long and slim, almost skeletal and his grey skin was covered in what appeared to be tiny holes. His eyes were almost completely black with only the smallest rim of white visible. Jane dropped her dagger and struggled to remain upright. The intruder flashed her a brief smile, just a flicker of a thing but in the microsecond that it was on his face gave her the impression of row upon row of tiny razor sharp fangs. After this he returned to the ranks and left Jane struggling to move. Before replacing his helmet the ungodly intruder produced a radio communication device and rasped something into it in a voice that sounded like it was speaking though gravel. Of course Jane did not understand a word of German but if she had she would have been even more afraid than see already was. What he said was this: “Adjutant Kueper reporting. Super displaying strength, speed and high resistance to damage. Request air raid at my location. Transmitting coordinates now.” He replaced his helmet, gave Jane one last look then lead the march out of view.

The Jade Warrior wept as she struggled to move in vain. She could do nothing but cry and watch the growing black shape that fell from the sky toward her. There was a flash of light, an eardrum splitting thunder clap and an indescribable that pain spread the length of her body and reached down to the very core of her bones. And then there was nothing. Except for the pain and the charred sky. She lay in a crater, blood oozing from her gaping wounds. She tried to inspect her wounds but when she tried to move her head, pain shot out through her neck and into her torso. Jane had never had wounds before. She had never needed assistance or protection from anyone else before. As she lay there, staring up at the awful sky, Jane felt consciousness begin to slip away.
The Jade Warrior whispered a word she had heard many times before but, until now, had never needed to use herself. Just one simple word.

“Help.”

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(Bit on the long side sorry, I intended to do it in smaller parts but I couldn't stop writing lol. So I think I will doing it in 2 parts... I'll give you all a while to read the first bit tho )

Verrrry nice work there, Finch - love the character and can't wait for part 2!

A very gripping story, can't wait for the rest!

Tyvm guys
Dunno when the second part will be done, dont think itl take long though

Didn't someone shamelessly plug this?

Who me? never!...
Lol

I'v got a version the first part without spelling mistakes/typos. However I cant edit that part of the post anymore so I will post the corrected version with part 2 (when I have wrote it and had it proof read to make sure there are no more slip ups