Not an Object, Not a Weapon

Chapter 2: quivering, trembling, wobbling

My eyes attach themselves to the sword. Taking a shaky breath, I head toward the simulation room. It is a glass room so that everyone from the outside could watch the frustration and the anticipation of the person inside. It is almost the same feeling as a hamster in a cage, well, I am assuming considering the fact that no, I have never been locked in a cage before. Taking the sleek, gold handle in my free hand, I hesitantly pull the door open and force my feet to shuffle in the room. Slowly, the door closes behind me and I hear it lock. "Get moving," Ararija orders but I ignore his rudeness. He can look at me and tell that I am not well so making me do this is just a waste of time. I have no clue what he is expecting, for all that I know, I have never touched a weapon before, then again what do I actually know? Not much.

"Start," I whisper, and he seems to have heard me because a buzzing sound fills my ears and the floor starts to quake, almost like what I have been doing these past few days.

"You sure she is ready for this?" Elias asks Avarija, obviously not intending for me to hear but unfortunately, or rather, fortunately, I have quite good hearing and can pick up on the little sounds.

"I am ready, and that is all that I am concerned about," Avarija replies coldly, "she either rises to the occasion or falls." Well, thanks for that boost of confidence.

"Charge!" I hear to the left of me and immediately I twist my body so that I am facing the sound. A person of sorts comes running towards me. Their image is hard to describe, almost a ghost-like figure. Although I don't have many moments to spend dwelling on this because, well, the person is running at me full speed ahead with a knife in their hand, and let me clear something up, the knife is for sure real. Just before the knife impales my arm, I lift up the sword and knock the dagger out of the person's hand. Recovering quickly, another appears in his hand and we begin to fight. After about five or so minutes, my sword is able to cut right down through the top of the head to the neck splitting it in half.

"Gone," I whisper and fall to the side of this disappearing image. There is commotion that swirls all around me, but I refuse to move my eyes from the position that the image 'died' in.

"Get up!" Avarija yells and I flinch at the harshness, guess I am not doing as well as he had hoped.

"They'll kill her!" Elias yells.

"I. Don't. Care." Avarija says evenly, guess he really does not care about my well being after all. Although by now I had that figured out, just burns a part of my heart. To get to the point of carrying no compassion must mean that life put him through trails that he could not come out on top.

"Take it," I cry, and yes, real tears do spring from my eyes, "take it all."

""Potential!" Elias yells at me, repeating the same word he said prior to me being forced in the simulation, "Future!"

"End it!" I yell, "End it!" My breathing picks up speed and for the first time in a while, this random burst of strength fills my muscles and I stand back up with the sword in my hand, "I." Swinging the sword around my head I run straight toward the cluster of ghosts and begin to jab each one of them in the heart, "ended it. Welcome," I tell them for no reason other than to satisfy my craziness. "Save," I say in between breaths, by now I am panting, running has never been a speciality of mine, "Safe now."

"Incredible!" Avarija rejoices at my break down.

"But gone," my eyes water at the sight of nothing, the things, gone, evaporated. They were a part of the simulation, but they are still etched in my mind, "gone, all gone."

"Sir, she is mad, don't you see that?"

"Did you see that?" He repeats the question but his has a totally different meaning, "she really knew how to use that sword! It was almost beautiful to watch!" His inner-child is coming out into daylight, honestly, did not even think he was capable of a smile. He claps his hands, "wonderful my flower."