Page 97 of Nita's Redemption

Bakra spun so Nita was facing the crocs. “Look female, I don’t know if it was your crocs or some other creepy crocs. All I know is I was almost eaten in a sexual manner by a thing that looks like the largest behind us. However they all look the same to me in that form. He of course shifted when I kicked him in the head with my steel spiked stiletto. Gotta love Christian.”

“Who the fuck is Christian?”

Bakra turned again, facing the crocodiles, but she looked over Nita’s shoulder. “Please tell me you know what red bottom shoes are?”

“Shut up. Just shut up.” Chloe and Cheryl yelled together.

“What did I say?” Nita grinned at the obvious discomfort her announcement was causing.

“You are nothing, and you never would’ve been. Even if you’d come back to our parish, you’d have been nothing. We saw that place you call home,” Cheryl said, snide in every word.

Nita put both hands on her hips and tilted her head to the side. “Oh my, are you saying what I think you’re saying? You think because I live in a trailer park that I’m trash? Darlin’, you have no clue just how amazing our little society is. I’m not only happy I didn’t grow up where you live, but I’m fucking proud as all get out to be a member of the trailer park trash, as you call it. But do you know what I’m even more proud to be?”

“Please, enlighten us, child.”

“Well, on most days I’m just an ordinary redneck trailer park queen. Hold up, don’t interrupt me,” Nita said as Cheryl opened her mouth. “As I was saying, there’s days, days like this one that I’m something completely different. Have you ever heard of weather patterns that take out trailer parks?” Nita asked watching as both females pondered her question.

“We don’t have time for your riddles, girl.” Chloe waved her hand over the fire as she spoke.

Nita clapped her hands together at the same time as thunder exploded above them followed by a blinding bolt of lightning streaking across the sky. “There is no riddle, female. You see, on days like this, when the weather turns deadly and usually takes out a trailerpark, that’s when I become the tornado. Only I won’t be taking out my people and the places, things that I love.” Nita clapped again, more thunder and lightning followed. This time, she allowed electricity to dance over her hands.

“That’s my girl. Nita’s the motherfucking trailerpark tornado,” Bakra cheered.

“You forgot queen,” Ezra said.

She didn’t have time to comment as her males and several others had surrounded them and were now coming out of the darkness. The females who started the entire shitshow were holding hands and chanting words Nita couldn’t make out. She looked at Ezra and held her hands slightly apart. She hadn’t aimed her lightning toward a target at close range, but there was a first time for everything was her motto.

Ezra took a huge step away, giving Nita space as she clapped her hands in front of her. The lightning shot from the tips of her fingers, slamming into Cheryl. Her anguished cry of pain was followed by a howl of anger somewhere behind her.

“You’re going to pay for that,” Chloe said in a quiet tone that sent a chill down Nita’s spine.

“I am so shaking in my shoes right now. Look.” Nita pointed at the ground. Like a fool, Chloe followed her finger. In a flash, Nita shifted and leapt over the fire, taking Chloe to the ground with a snarl. She locked her jaws around the female’s throat and jerked. In human form, Chloe was no match for her wolf, her body going limp beneath her. She relaxed her jaws, blinking down at the female who had been her supposed aunt.

A heavy weight landed on her, sharp tearing pain followed as they rolled and came to a stop next to burning flesh. If she’d not been fighting for her life she’d have gagged at the scent that assaulted her. The large crocodile scurrying toward her had to be at least fifteen feet long, which was one of the smaller beasts. Nita wondered if it was one of the female’s children, shuddering at the image of the thing coming out of any hooha.

She jumped to her paws seconds before the beast was on her and leapt over its huge form. Nita thought she was good and clear until the tail hit her in the side, sending her flying back toward the fire pit. In mid slide she shifted to air, allowing the flames to carry her upward. Within the flames, she sensed something not wholly human. The presence was watching and judging. Before whatever it was within the flames could capture her, she pushed out, shifting back to her wolf. Her wounds mostly healed. She glared at the crocodile across from her. The thing swished it’s tale, beady fucking eyes holding hers while he, she, or it clamped its jaws open and shut, open, and then shut again.

Nita decided she would be better off in human form, using the power gifted to her from Zeus. She’d jokingly told him she was going to go around singing a song by a band she loved about lightning and thunder. He had stared at her with those swirling silver eyes until she’d agreed to not do that and walked away.

She clapped and then pointed at the croc, lighting hitting it as electricity sizzled over its armored body. While the thing didn’t burn up like Cheryl, it began to shake like it was having a seizure and flipped onto it’s back, exposing it’s softer underbelly. Ezra leapt over her wielding a sword of fire, slicing the beast right down the center until it was in two halves.

“Don’t think he’s coming back to life.” Ezra swung her sword in a fancy arc. “Do that again to the one charging me. Do it now, Nita,” she growled.

Nita sent another bolt into the charging croc, watching it shake and flip all around. It was bigger than the one they’d just killed so she hit it again with lightning. Ezra nodded toward her, then pointed with a look of fear over Nita’s shoulder. She became air, sensing a huge presence rush over her. Ezra had swept her sword through the sizzling crocodile and had leapt several feet away from the charging behemoth that was searching for Nita.

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