Petra

Ignoring the rude shouting of the woman you continue to walk away. Where you were walking, you didn't know.

Suddenly you hear something soar through the air toward you. You instinctively roll out of the way and turn to face the threat. You see a crystal shrouded in a pink aura fly past you.

"Now I've got your attention!" Petra laughs, the pink aura appears above her left hand, the crystal materializing inside of it.

"What exactly is it you want from me?" You ask, removing your shirt and jacket, ready to fight.

"This mine belonged to The Incarnates long before I became their leader." She chuckles. "I'm here to kill our legendary bounty!" She sends the crystal towards you again.

You roll away once more and quickly close the distance on the woman.

Her eyes widen as you approach. "You've got some fight in you!" She jumps into the air, a large ball of that pink energy seems to gather in her hands.

You click your tongue before jumping and grabbing onto her leg. You slam her into the ground, her smile only widens.

In a pink flash she appears behind you, now with a pair of scrap metal gauntlets around her hands.

"You're annoying." You scoff as you catch her first punch.

She clicks her tongue and throws another, but you parry and land a counter to her face.

"You're fun!" She laughs, a pink aura surrounding her. She wildly dashes towards you, throwing one massive energy filled punch. Dust surrounds the two of you, as does the sound of Petra's laughs.

Petra's laughing stops abruptly as the dust settles to reveal that you are standing there with her fist in your hand. Your arm now shrouded in Darkheart.

Petra looks nervous for a second before a wild, almost lustful smile appears on her face. "So your like me?" She attempts to throw a punch with her other arm, but you stop her efforts by shoving her arm away from you.

"Not even close." You say as you land a punch to her gut with your Darkheart shrouded arm.

She stumbles away from you. "Why are you so strong?" She coughs before collapsing.

You sigh and pick up the woman. You take her into your shelter and place her gently onto your rag-bed. You push the glass shards from Petra's entrance into a corner before sitting on the very same windowsill.

After a while the woman wakes up. She looks around confused for a moment before her eyes become fixed on you. "You!" She quickly stands up. "How did you do that!?" She marches up you and begins to inspect you closely. She grabs the arm that you struck her with. "Where is it?"

"Where is what?" You ask, pulling your arm away.

"You know what!" She points to her left arm. "This!"

You stand from the windowsill and take a deep breath, in that moment your body becomes shrouded in Darkheart.

Petra's mouth gapes open for a moment, "How the hell do you do that?!" She shouts.

"You remember when you said I was like you?" You ask, your body returning to normal.

"Yeah." She looks at you quizzically.

"This is why we are different." You grab her left wrist.

She pulls her arm away, you notice that she is blushing.

"How exactly are we different?" She asks. "We both have use Darkheart, right?"

"The difference is that I'm in control, and you are infected."

She laughs. "Everyone seems to think that." She causes the crystal to materialize. "I'm definitely in control."

"Whatever you say." You sit back down.

"So what do you want?" She plops down on your rag-bed with her legs crossed.

"I was going to send you back to The Incarnates so you can stop bothering me."

"Consider it done." She sighs. "You'll remain a ghost story, we won't go after you anymore." She smiles. "Not until I can beat you."

"So you will still bother me."

"I wasn't planning on just leaving." She says "You're gonna teach me."

"What makes you think I'll do that?"

"I'll keep sending people after you if you don't." She laughs.

"Fine." You groan.

"Come on," She laughs. "You're gonna love my company."

"Somehow I doubt that."

"Don't be mean." She lays down. "I'll just follow you around and shadow what you do until I can do all that cool transformy shit."

"Why do you even want me to teach you?"

"You're joking, right?" She smiles. "No one has EVER been able to beat me in a fight." She slams her fist into her hand. "Yet you did it so dominantly and with so much style." She stands up and reaches out her right hand as if she is trying to hold something that isn't there. "Not even close." She quotes you, mockingly.

You click your tongue.

"For real though." She sits back down. "You made me feel weak, pathetic... No one has ever done that before." She blushes.

"So you want me to teach you how to beat me."

"Kinda!"

You groan.

"Shut up! What's wrong with it!"