There's no way this woman is me, I think, struggling to stay alive while fighting her. I try my best to use my powers, but they're just not as developed as hers. She was wiping the floor with me, she knew each move I would make.
I have to think. I have the home field advantage, after all. Ive trained in this room for a year and a half, and she hasn't. I use the weightlifting bench to jump onto the cargo netting on the ceiling. I twist my body violently, and I come flying at her. She dodges, using her powers to fly. I land on the hard concrete floor. Couldn't we have done this on the sparring mat? I think.
She can't be me. I can't fly. She grabs her dagger and throws it at my face, probably hoping to blind me. I twisted and it cut the bridge of my nose, and blood poured out. I came running at her, grabbing the weights. I swung for her head, but she dodged and it hit her arm. I'm way outmatched. She's way too advanced for me, and I can tell she's going easy on me.
I hit her in the face, blindsiding her. I take advantage of the opportunity, kicking her in the face. She's getting frustrated, and she can easily kill me. The better option would be to somehow escape, but I can tell she's trying to kill me.
I grab the knife from her hand and slit her throat. Her eyes widen as she falls to the floor, and I want to vomit. I just killed myself. I sit down and I want to cry. It's really unnerving, actually.
I get up. I need to get out of here and call somebody. I need to get to the clinic. I feel sick to my stomach. Ive killed before, but only out of necessity. And those people weren't me.
