Not an Object, Not a Weapon

Chapter 4: Without Remorse

"Was this," I close my eyes and open them to feel anger coursing through my veins, "mine?" I shake my head and I feel the anger go behind my eyes and change my sparkly, light eyes to a fiery, navy blue color. "Did you," I bite my lip concentrating on the words that I want to say desperately, "take this from me?" I smile only a little because I was able to say four words at a time, which I believe is a new record for me.

"My darling-"

"No!" I yell at him and it makes him flinch, good.

"Listen to me-"

"Don't," I tell him, there is so much I want to say, so much hate I want to release but I cannot. "Was this," I look around the room trying to gather my thoughts, "from my," licking my lips to add moisture, I take one more breath before finishing my sentence, "childhood?"

"It was," he says quietly, "I looked forward to giving it back to its rightful owner."

"It was you," I say with menace. The hand not holding the sword clenches into a fist, "who defeated," I hate that word because it causes multiple problems, but I had to say it, "me and three." I release a shriek from my lips, those words always get to me. "Memories," I say, "you took them." My chest rises and falls rather quickly and my anger has me fuming, "I'm messed up," I state the rather obvious fact, "because of you!" I yell. Everyone stares at me with wide eyes, probably thinking I am crazy, I am, they might as well know that now.

"Hey, Edyta, calm down," Boston says taking initiative. He stands next to master and they seem to have a conversation with their eyes, "everything is okay here."

I laugh sinfully, "okay?" I follow up my word with a ear-piercing scream.

"Get the sword," Master orders Boston. But when Boston takes a step towards me I swing the sword to face him. His eyes widen and he turns to Master whose eyes remain cold and bothered.

"Hey, it's just me."

I scoff, "under his orders."

"Stop, ignore him, ignore everyone else. Can you calm down for me?"

"Nothing for him," I say, my voice quakes.

"No, not for him," Boston says evenly, "for me. Please, don't hurt me." I don't say anything but my heart is beating faster, I don't want to hurt anyone, well maybe- no, I don't want to hurt anyone, especially Boston but my anger is still flowing through my body. My heart begs for control, but my anger refuses to give up its position of power, talk about an internal conflict. "Please," he begs and my heart almost cracks, he is scared of me. I stop looking into his forest green eyes and turn my head to the side, the one thing I didn't think I see is in my line of sight. A door, to what seems like the outside. Turning my head back to Boston, I noticed he has inched closer.

"Bye," I say again to him, "gotta run." I then dash to the door but unlike the last time when I was able to get away, Boston was able to grab my hand not holding the sword, and grab on tight.

"Put her in the dungeon for tonight, I am tired of playing Mr. Nice-guy when she is rude."

"That is the last thing she needs right now," Boston comes to my defense.

"It is exactly what she needs, now don't refuse orders and do as I say."

Boston kicks the sword out of my hand and he picks me up effortlessly. He walks away from everyone and takes me down two more flights of stairs, into a dark cinder-block room with multiple stalls, "I am sorry about this." I lean my head into his chest trying to let him know that it is not his fault, it is my fault for being stubborn and Master's fault for being himself. While balancing my body on one hand, Boston uses his other hand to unlock one of the cell doors. He sits me down gently before walking out. Once he is out of the cell his eyes fall to the floor, regret showing in every movement. The lock clicks and I watch his broad shoulders go down the hall and up the stairs, well I really messed that up. Oh well, who needs to sleep in a bed when you can sleep in a ripped up blanket? Somehow, even though I can't talk, I managed to say enough to piss off the leader.

A wave of this new feeling runs through me, I cannot keep doing this. I need their trust now more than anything else, I need them to trust me if I want my past, my present and my future. Whatever I am doing has to end. I have to start over, a new me. I will earn their trust, and with that I will learn who I am. I will learn how to use the sword that somehow connected to my soul, I will learn what it does and everything about it. All I have to do is keep my words to myself, which shouldn't be too hard due to the fact that every time I try to speak more than two words I get a headache.

Authors note: I am sorry, the story is a bit slow now but I promise that next chapter it will start to pick up! Hope you all enjoy!