Not an Object, Not a Weapon

Chapter 4: Without Remorse

"If she is who she is, she will kill us all without remorse!" Master says and I can hear the rage in his voice, yikes.

"I don't believe that, I can't Master."

"You knew her before her hands ever laid on that," he paused a second, "thing." Arlie puffs a sigh out of frustration, "you are now excused."

"I have more to say," Arlie tells him.

"And I said you are done. Don't make me repeat myself again."

"Yes Master." I keep my eyes closed trying to digest everything I had just heard. All of this information is too confusing, too jumbled, too messy. Why? Why am I made out to be some monster? Is this what that one girl meant when she said 'watch your back otherwise, you'll be the first to go,'? Kill without remorse? I hear heavy footsteps leave the room and I release a deep breath, thank gosh he left because his presence alone scares me.

"You can open your eyes now," the older woman says, "I know you are conscious, your heart rate picked up to a normal beat." Oh, crap. I open my eyes and she smiles softly, "you must have a lot of questions." I nod, I only have about a couple million questions, not too much. "But first, you have to learn how to calm yourself down."

"No."

"No? You want to go through all of that?"

"Yes."

"Why would you wish that on yourself?"

"It," I say trying to swallow the little saliva in my mouth, "bothers," with a deep breath I finish the sentence, "him."

"So you don't mind the excruciating pain you feel because it is a bother to Master?" She laughs thinking I will try to explain myself.

"Yes."

"You are something else, if you don't mind me saying."

"Good, now that she is awake, I will be taking her to the basement." He grabs my hand and we go to my room, "go get changed into something you can workout in. It is time you start getting fit." I scrunch my nose but do as he says. I enter my room, and it stuns me on just how big it is. Hurriedly, I go to the drawer with the gym shorts and find a plain black pair. Then I reach for a fitted t-shirt that is easy to maneuver in. I put my hair in a high ponytail before grabbing a pair of socks and sneakers. I go back out into the hallway and meet up with Master. Then we head down multiple flights of stairs.

"Hey Edyta!" I hear Boston. I smile politely, damn he is as attractive as he was earlier, for my sake I was hoping he was going to somehow get ugly. Master does not notice or care about that little interaction, he leads me right past everyone to the wall of weapons. My eyes attach themselves to the beautiful sword. I remember the last sword I picked up, it had a beautiful flames design, this one is different and much more me. One the new sword, the spot that should be metal is a beautiful sapphire crystal that is jagged on the edges to cut through something easily but smooth in between the ends. The color matches my eyes perfectly. Then the handle is white with an ocean design. My eyes almost tear up at the sight, it stunned me, how can a weapon be so deadly and so much apart of my soul.

Master chuckles, "is that the one?"

"Yes," I say, and my voice sounds nothing like me, nothing at all.

"I figured you would like it. It is yours." Not bothering to respond, I walk towards the wall and my hand slides over the smooth sapphire. A wave of giddiness ripples through my body. Removing my hand, aware of the sharp edges, I carefully grab the handle and pick it up. I circle it above my head, amazed on how light it is. The handle seems to be molded to my hand already though, was this mine before everything? Did he take it from me. Swinging it as fast as I could while staying in control I point the sharp part to Master and he stares at me dumbfounded. "What is wrong?"