If The Dead Can Walk Then So Will I

We were foolish to think we could fight her; the floor, now lined to my forehead, was a painfully clear message of this. Blood gushed out of my mouth via coughs. My vision was blurring, my consciousness, fading, but I kept my working eye on her as she pressed forward. 

"I would have been taking a bath right about now if it weren't for you people."

She complained while pitter-pattering her soft flats across the glossy ground. The black tiles shined bright from the blood oils of my comrades; a sight most would be horrified to see, but she merely stepped over and around like the puddles weren't there. Because of this, her every step gave the impression of an approaching death sentence. 

I couldn't help but draw sharpened breaths of fear. They were right about her; her mana mastery level was just insane, beyond insane; unfair and impossible. 

Seeking that power, some people already in power tried to extract it from her, but their stupid actions manifested a villain. Now us innocents had to deal with the afterimage and we weren't dealing too well either.

"Oh. I have an idea," she beamed. "Why don't I just bring the bathtub... to me." Her words evoked a dangerous blue glow in her eyes and the sleek floor became grainy at my face. I turned my head as much as I could and felt bits of sand stick to my face. A vast pool of water surrounded her feet, but also all the bodies lying along her trekked path. One by one they sunk, and bits of my hope deteriorated with every submersion I watched. 

She could summon elements too?! and so quickly, at that! What was this woman? 

She faced the water and gave a childish bubbling laugh. For a moment she did nothing but play in her lonesome splashing kicks. Then all of a sudden her hyper aura vanished and she put a palm to the water surface. It glowed. Raising her hand, she held strips of water like they were a submerged bouquet of flowers. She slugged the grip of water over her shoulder and started walking back in my direction, towards the shallower section of her mini ocean. 

My eyes and mouth widened, slow and powerful like the shock of a wave. The dead... my friends, my brethren, unknown heroes, and ancient history-book faces were rising from the sea, walking out with the guided help of liquid leashes. In her hand she held the wet bundle of them all, an army's worth of deceased, all under her control.

I let my eyes close. Even if I found the strength to move now, there'd be no way to fight back, her or her battalion. I gave up.

Moments later I felt the pull of my hair as my body rose from the ground. When I opened my eyes, they were square to hers. 

"I'm going to go kill the idiots who made me a monster... do you want to come?" She cocked her head to the side to emphasize her question mark. I looked at her, really looked at her. Struggling to keep my eyes open, I witnessed first-hand just how much of a psychopath she truly was... 

A psychopath was fine...

In fact, a psychopath was what they needed.

I smirked and shut my eyes.

"Fine." I answered. "let's give them hell."

She giggled and threw my body upwards. When I fell back down to just the right level I saw her hand for an instant before it slammed into my face, then my head hit the ground so hard I probably died on the spot. If not, then the water surely drowned me, either way, I died. 

Then revived, of course. Just in time for the fun part.