A silver promise

Chapter 3: Tough little silver

Dedicated to @cathlabgirl as my first reader and for just being lovely!

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I wake in what looks like a training arena, there are weapons everywhere and I am on the cold bloodstained floor. At least I'm not in handcuffs or in a cage this time, maybe that knife taught him a lesson, the creep.

Although maybe not if he's put me in here with all of these weapons.

After glancing around I notice that one wall is a complete, top to bottom mirror. And although it looks relatively clean, it is smashed in several places. I crawl over to it cautiously and notice my pale, unhealthy looking skin and long unkept dark brown hair, this was me?

My green eyes looked as if they should have more life in them, not only that but the way my bones protrude from my skin make me feel as sick as I look, why haven't I been eating? does he not feed me?

The plain black singlet and tight black pants I'm wearing do little to hide my malnourishment and I cringe away from my haunting reflection. While doing so I hear a chuckle behind me and the voice which I've come to despise, seemingly coming from a speaker as I can't see him. 

"Up you get, little Silver, time to get you back into shape" he states.

Feeling rebellious, I spit out "And why should I listen to you...     sir" 

Suddenly a lower voltage of electricity runs through me and I collapse back to the ground, his laughter ringing in my ears.

"I'm going to send someone in to train with you my dear little Silver, don't actually injure him or it'll be you on the ground writhing in pain" he exclaims before a door opens to my right, how did I miss that?

The man who walks in doesn't give me a name and I don't ask for one, he teaches me knife throws and punches to get the most force from my small body. It turns out I don't need much reminding as I begin to, over and over, slam his body into the hard ground. 

We stop only for food, water, bathroom breaks and sleep, how many days go by, I am not sure. My ability to throw a knife efficiently and accurately are unmatched by any of the fools that cruel man throws in to my training room. 

It has been months, I know this because a body does not heal itself in a day and mine has healed itself many times since waking in this wretched room. My hair is longer, I think, not that I have anything to measure it with. 

Now when I look in the mirror, I see the same 5'3 girl that I always see, but there's a significant difference. The light is back in my eyes, fiery green, fuelled by anger and hatred. I look healthy, despite the injuries and dirt, I have muscle and pink-tinged skin. It's a whole new me and yet I still feel broken and angry, and I know that one day, I will make it out of here.

I have had many escape attempts, always ending with the same cruel shock resonating down my body and the savage beating that follows. 

Knives. Silver knives.

They would dig into my exposed flesh while he whispered in my ear.

"This is what you are Silver, relish in the pain you cause yourself, a danger to you and any one you care about"

He disgusts me. I disgust me too.

A man enters the room and runs at me while I'm looking in the mirror, my quick thinking allows me to move out of the way, jump and reach the top of his neck and slam his face into the already shattered mirror.

I know I've killed another one, I sigh and wait for the inevitable.

The shock comes swiftly and mercilessly and I feel my head smack the concrete floor. 

I close my eyes. Be tough little Silver.