Black is Option Less

Leathal naming

Fear.

That's the emotion Andres saw in the girl's face. Tracing her eyes he looked down upon the knife in his hand.

Andres spoke.

"Do you know the difference between a knife and a gun?"

She didn't answer. Not that he expected her to.

Lifting the blade to his face he examined every detail. The blade itself wasn't a common kitchen tool. Rather it was a rather large and sharp-looking switchblade. Of course, the only thing that separates the two is concealment. With a knife, you run the risk of it being visible. You also run the risk of being poked. With a pocket knife, you don't have to worry about such a scenario. Plus it's more manageable in the terms of fitting in your pocket.

"With a gun, you can separate yourself from your target both physically and mentally."

Lowering the blade Andres took a moment to examine the person in front of him.

She looked to be around him and his sister's age. The girl stood about an inch and a few centimeters taller than Imani. She had light blue eyes, brownish skin, freckles, and long black hair tied into a ponytail. She wore a red short-sleeved shirt and brown sweat pants. Andres also caught a flash of something on the back of the girl's neck. Unfortunately due to the distance and the girl's hair, it was difficult to make out.

Moving closer he continued. Watching her expression as he spoke.

"A gun is quick, clean, effective, depending on how you use it."

As he got closer he noticed that her gaze hadn't changed. At least until he was within arms reach. It was then that she looked at him. As she did Andres pointed the tip of the blade towards her.

She tensed, eyes warily.

"A knife is different, personal, and depending on the situation one stab simply won't be enough."

In the corner of his eyes, he saw Imani. The girl was watching the interaction with rapid focus. Looking two and fro from both parties as if something otherworldly was occurring and she managed a front-row seat.

"With this in mind, you would think that a gun would be the most dangerous out of the two."

"Is it?"

Andres blinked, surprised.

The girl stared at him. Her expression is one of cautious curiosity. Andres still saw the fear in her eyes but he also caught a glimpse of something else.

A spark.

Of what? He didn't know.

At least not yet.

"The answer varies, but at the end of the day their effectiveness depends on you and you alone."

He turns the blade handler in her direction.

She blinked, surprised.

She looked between him and the weapon. That is until a look of dawning look of realization came over her face.

Together Andres and Imani watched in silence as she reached towards the blade, handshaking.

She paused

Imani frowned.

Closing her eyes she took a deep breath.

Only to immediately yank the blade out from Andres's grasp.

A moment later her eyes reopened. Her gaze locked firmly onto the weapon in her grip. It was at that moment that the spark in her eyes became much more visible. This time Andres recognized it immediately.