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Chapter 7: Confrontation

"It wasn't my choice to join, they had others ready in his place over me. But when I was working in front of a camera, the police somehow watched me." said Grrga. "I was caught, I had been dealing with some problems, and when push came to shove, my strength made it go from push to punch. They said they would let me either deal with the great dealer, or become a super.'' The other two supers looked away at the name of the great dealer, and when he started to speak again, I saw what he meant. "When you go to the great dealer, you are asked a series of questions, and if you stutter, or wait even a second, it is placed on a notch. The questions aren't random, but are very nerve racking, making it hard for you to do well on your trial. Which is why I was forced to be a super." My mind was racing, but one question stayed in my mind. Who is the Great Dealer? Just then, Peter burst through the door, and the two other supers got to their feet, weapons drawn. Peter stopped for a second, and ran back to the other room. I followed him saying it's okay, "they're the 'Supers,' some sort of team to keep us safe in each branch." "Well what're they doing in Grrga's house?" "He's a super too." to that, he walked back into vision, with a shield. It was well built, made from the sheet of metal Grrga helped pull down. "If you say so, but I'm keeping this thing in front of me." he said, holding it in front of himself. As I walked through they were seated again, and were looking back at me. "Sorry 'bout that, I guess I should've mentioned my new friend Peter." he then walked in behind me, with his shield in front of him. Ghost and Engraver were impressed with Peter's work, and took admiration in the build of the shield. "How did you get it to bend?" "With a hammer, and an unlevel ridge, anything is possible." they took that saying he said pretty well, and started talking to themselves. I couldn't hear what it was they were talking about, but I felt it was important. Grrga was watching them, then decided to head into the kitchen. I sat down, and found myself by Peter, looking at the shield. He had bent the middle back and forth, breaking out a piece in the center. He must have caught me looking at it, and started talking. "You know, that cut you got is healing pretty fast." I had forgotten about the cut until he reminded me, and when he did, it brought me back to reality. "How'd you get it?" he asked. "I guess you didn't hear me leave?" he shook his head. "Well, when I was with some guy, I thought he was bringing me to get a battery. He was very nice, all the way up to the turn into the aisle. Turns out he had been leading me to a trap. Ghost came and helped fend everyone else, though he was still able to get to me before she could. He missed me the first time, and that's when I struck, with my scissors." Peter laughed at me, "You cut him with a pair of scissors?" "Hey, don't underestimate him." yelled Ghost. Peter looked over at her, then back at me, gesturing to continue. "The scissors went through his artery I guessed, making his left arm almost completely useless. My best guess at what happened after that was he had jabbed at me with his right arm holding the sword, though Ghost should be able to tell what happened next, 'cause I blacked out." We shared a laugh, and went into the other room to see if we couldn't make something else. He was back to working on the shield, saying he needed another bit of metal to finish his handle, but I went for a piece of paper. The next thing I knew, I had drawn out an entire outfit, slick, with large swords extruding out of the arms. They bent, protruding around my fists, and at my knees were spikes, short, but portrudive. Peter had seen the drawing, and seeing as how there wasn't a lot of room, said he could work on his shield outside. "Thanks for the room, I should be finished by tonight." "No problem, just be careful." He said, just as the door was closed. I was ready, but didn't know where to begin. My first thought was on the blades, so that was where I started. There was only so much metal around, so I decided to work with wood instead. The wood he seemed to have was driftwood, and so it was well preserved, with no bark. This made it pretty easy to work with, and by the time I had cut out a general shape, it was only thirty minutes since I started. I had been working for  a while, sanding down the sides to the point of which my hands were red. Grrga had no electrical tools, saying he never really used them. But when the first blade was finished, it had turned to be almost night-time, so I stopped, placing the blade in the corner out of sight from anyone else looking for it. I walked out and saw the two supers had left already, so I went out to call Peter. "Peter, workshop's open, need it?" "Nope! Finished a while ago, actually," came a voice from inside. I turned around, only to see him with his shield bent a bit better into place. He showed me the back, and I saw what he meant earlier when he spoke of a piece of metal to keep it in place better. "It looks great! Now you just have to test it out." I said, holding it in the light of a nearby candle, watching the light flicker my reflection on the blue paint. I gave it back to him, and went over to a nearby corner, making myself comfortable with the covers Peter had packed in my backpack. I watched as he did the same, only instead choosing to use a cot and hung it between the corners. I was dreary from working so long, and seeing as how Grrga was already asleep on his couch, I went off into my own slumber, hoping that, now that I had seen it, this world wouldn't leave.