Not an Object, Not a Weapon

Chapter 1: Broken

Summary:

I was a doll to them, a simple doll that was played with for the amusement of others. They told me they cared for me, promised me that I meant something and ensured that I would be okay, it was a lie, all a lie.

I don't care if they are light or good or whatever, they treated me like I was less than a human being and for what? No idea, no clue.

I'm strong, that's all I know and I sure as heck am going to take advantage of it.

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Chapter 1-

The darkness stares at me with emotionless eyes, watching my body shiver in pain. Hopelessly, my eyes fixate on the dust swirling around my fallen body, or soon to be. I whisper my prayers into the void of nothing and the wind quiets them almost immediately. "You?" a man's voice has everything freeze, the wind, the mindless leaves and even the darkness, almost seems to flee. There is a path of light beaming down at me. "I was given you." My eyes immediately move from the pebbles down in front of me to this man, or at least where I believe he is standing. "You were the all mighty girl that crippled ten men? What a joke!"

I open my mouth and then close it, because I don't even know where to begin. Do I begin with the fact that this man has claimed me for his own, or do I begin with where the heck am I? All I remember is darkness, not how I ended up in some sort of cave nor why my throat is incredibly scratchy and dry. Maybe I am going about this all wrong, should my first thought be, why can I not remember anything past three seconds ago? I mean, I am definitely not a baby, but I have no recollection of anything prior to this very moment.

"Aren't you going to say something?" He spits down at me.

My mouth opens but no words come out, again. I use all of my might to sit up but the bruises I somehow have are evident, because I wince multiple times as I sit up. My right shoulder refuses to move though, feels like a tear or a dislocation of some sort? "What?" I manage to say. I know, what an extensive vocabulary, but I cannot help it, how can I? I am lost, totally lost. Lost in what to say, lost physically and lost mentally, I don't know what I know, I can list about hundred things in which I don't know.

"Stand up." He orders. He has this authority in his voice that is darn near intimidating. Closing my eyes, trying to give myself a pep talk that inevitably fails, I adjust my ankles to be perpendicular to the ground and attempt to put weight on them but I end up collapsing and falling completely over to the right side. My head hits the ground with a thud. "What is wrong with you?" He asks in a demanding voice.

"I'm confused," I tell him, well, not really, I say that more to myself. Why can I not stand up? Why can I not think properly? My mind swirls with a million different 'why' questions but none seem to reach my lips. I hear a chuckle in the darkness, almost as if the universe is laughing at my body, just lying there, useless.

"Tell me something," the man says again with amusement. Is this funny? Does he enjoy watching me suffer? Does he enjoy seeing the tears well up in my eyes and the sadness showing through my eyes? Does he enjoy watching my weakened body struggle doing the simplest of functions, like standing up? "Why are you injured?"

My right arm still hangs limp next to my body and my legs are disobeying every movement my brain orders them to do. Damaged and destroyed, that is exactly what my body is but I have no memory on why. Surely I would remember being put through this much pain, how could I not? Blinking my eyes, I stare at him, testing my memory, trying desperately to recognize his face, his eyes, anything. I am coming up blank, however.