Born to Kill |Clato|

Chapter 6 Part II

Never in a million years would I’ve imagined something like this could exist, much less that I would be recruited in it, caught, without escape.

The four concrete walls are full of used weapons, blood and sweat stains perfectly noticeable, and the view in front of me is not so different. Wherever I look there are weapons of all kind, from swords to machetes, to shuriken. And using them are children not older than twelve practically destroying the practice dummies in front of them.

Apparently everybody knows what to do, while I stand in the door doing nothing.

A trainer approaches me and asks me to follow him, I look everywhere looking for a familiar face but I don’t see him anywhere.

After a couple of laps and corridors, we arrived at our destination, a white door like everything else here. I stop and look at the plate that’s on the top of the doorframe ‘Skills’, I turn to ask the trainer what it means but I only see his back drifting away.

—“Miss Green, we were waiting for you” — a man who I suppose is one of the innkeepers tells me as soon as I open the door.

—“For what exactly?” — My defensive tone compliments my body language; arms crossed and upset face, my weight rested in my right leg.  

—“Here you will discover what you’re good at, of course talking about weapons” — I don’t respond, but he still gets closer to me without breaking eye contact.

—“Let’s start” — he takes a remote from his pocket and pushes a button that makes the wall in front of us back down and give space to a new one full of lethal weapons.

—“Come on dear, don’t be shy and take one” — a new trainer comes out of nowhere and takes me in front of the wall. I take a glance to all my options and choose a sword, the weapon closest to me.

—“Fine, now try to lift it and hit this dummy” —I do what he told me but I can’t make the sharp side of the sword slash the side I want, the sword feels strange in my hands so I put it aside and grab a machete, maybe this will be a little more balanced, but it’s actually heavier than the sword.

After trying all the weapons left in the rack I feel frustrated and exhausted. None of the men had taken their eyes off me at any moment.

—“I think this is perfect for you” — he gave a small knife that had been resting on his hand, it was serrated in one side and sharp at the other with a thick handle, I took it and it fit perfectly in my little hand, I was going to run and attack the dummy with it but the trainer stopped me.

—“Throw it” — he taught me the position to do it.

I aimed for the heart, pulled my arm backwards and threw it. 

The sound of the knife flying through the air and hitting the foam layer of the dummy made me feel… powerful. And then I knew that I had found my weapon of choice, my skill.

A/N; Hey, so here's the next part of the chapter I was going to put it in the other part and just name it chapter 6, but I didn't know if anyone would notice so I did this. Anyway, sorry for taking sooo long to update. Classes have been getting a lot tougher at school and I have barely any free time.

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S.