The Purest Warrior (On Hold)

1:The Actual Darkness

 The whole room was blue. Blue and white mixed with yellow. Where the yellow came from I don't know. But I knew I didn't like the color at all. I was learning more things about myself as I went along. I kept walking and masked the pain over with my over thoughts. How come I ended up here? I started off in a dark, cold, dungeon and ended up in a modern suburban house. Something didn't add up. I reached the front door and twisted the doorknob.

    I swung it up and on the other side a little girl stood in front of me. "Who are you?" She asked scrunching her face in confusion. "I do not know." I spoke. My voice was hard and sharp. I did not feel any type of anger towards this girl though. So I must always speak this way. She tilted her head to the side her blond hair falling on her face. "How do you not know?" She asked. I didn't respond and looked forward. There was a man closing the car door when his eyes reached mine they grew. I brushed past the girl and towards the man. "Did you keep me here?" I asked my voice never losing it's edge. But I could easily tell that I was mad at this man. He looked about in his mid 30's. His eyes were tired and strained tinted with shock and fear. I lifted my leg up high and slammed down on this foot. He cried out in pain and went down on his knees. I bent down slowly beside his ear. "Did you sir.. put me in that room." I asked again.

     I hurt this man, why? It was like I was split. My body and mind ran on instinct and this person who I am, who does not know the real me, is just sitting by watching. I felt the urge to kill this man. "I did.. but I had good reason. I promise you." He stammered. I bent my knees and went to his level. I saw tears in his eyes well from the pain. "Explain." I asserted.

    He looked over at the little girl who was watching all of this happen. I could tell she was used to daddy getting hurt. "Sweetie, go in the house and get ready for a bath." He yelled over to her forcing a smile. She rolled her eyes but nodded skipping away into the house. She dragged the door with her and it shut tight. I put my attention back to the man. I was waiting.

     "This man told me to put you in here to protect you. I do not know who the man is. I just know he paid me a hell of a lot to put you in that room" He said. I could tell by his voice he was trying to be brave. I was cute. "Where can I find this man?" I ask. "I don't know" he answered avoiding my eyes. I quickly grabbed his chin and forced it towards me. "Where. Is. This. Man?" I asked breaking every word harshly. His face paled. "He sent me a letter. The letter was sent from New York" He cried.

   I released his face. "I will go to New York. How far is it from here?" I ask raising from the ground.

  He was still on the floor and his breathing was uneven. "That's were we are now. I just don't know where in New York." He answered. "I will find him anyway. What is his codename?" I asked. His eyes got big again. He looked like a deer in headlights. "How do you know he used a codename." He asked. Logic for one, most situations like this involves not using real names and the other reason was it just felt right. This man did not deserve my response so I continued to look at him.

      "His codename is Eagle." He said. I looked down at my tattered clothes."I need a new outfit. This one doesn't work well with me." I said with a frown. He blushed staring a little too long at my chest. I kicked his forcefully in the side. He tumbled over and coughed. "In the house. There are clothes in my room. It's from my ex-wife that she left." He sputtered. I nodded and strode in the house. It would be a matter of time before I saw this Eagle and made him suffer. Protection or not.

     New York was a busy place I noticed. It was evening so the sun was still up but it added a certain type of mystery in the air. I liked this place. The clothes I had picked I did not like completely. For one I was wearing a dress which I don't like. Whenever I tried to think of the reasons why the spot that had been hit starts to throb. It wasn't exactly the best feeling in the world.