tw: triggering crimes mentioned, graphic depictions of murder
All we could wait for was the inevitable.
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Food was scarce in the Underground. Getting your hands on anything even partially edible was considered a luxury in our lives. And finding our daily ration was one of the only things we could do until a window of opportunity to kill Erwin Smith was open, and more importantly keep ourselves alive.
Having the gear we have, and the skills necessary to be able to ensure that survival made living down in this shit hole so much more easier. I do often question myself, is it worth robbing those people who are living through the same struggles as we are, just so we can experience a selfishness we don't regret? Maybe even then, was it such a bad thing if our lives were on the line?
My hands worked around the gear strapped to my waist, not an ounce of guilt or hesitation in my intentions. Here, it's all or nothing. Kill, or be killed. Survive or die. It was something we'd do every so often. A hunt, of sorts, though, we could never find anything alive to eat down here unless, of course, we resort to cannibalism.
"Please?!" Isabel screeched, her tone and expression resting on a thin line between anger and a poor excuse of a plead. I spared her a side glance, leaving her unsatisfied with my lack of an answer. Throwing her arms up in defeat, she groaned loudly. "You never let me come with you guys to that side of town!" She scoffed. I roll my eyes, whipping out my pocket knife and readying it in my hand.
"Think fast." I deadpan, watching her eyes follow my arm up as I throw the knife directly at her. In the nick of time, her head just managed to dodge the knife, trimming off some of her hair instead and landing in the wooden frame behind her. She panted, staring wide eyed at the knife that was millimeters off her skin before her eyes dragged to me.
"Are you crazy?!" She exclaimed, my own legs striding towards her to retrieve my knife. I eye where the knife and the wood connected, noting the strand of hair blooming from it.
"Until you can dodge a surprise knife throw like that with everything intact, you cannot come with us." I say.
"That was a really close call, don't you think?" Farlan says, walking up beside me and clapping a hand on my shoulder. "If she didn't dodge that, what would've happened?" I look over my shoulder, Farlan's eyes hooded slightly as his eyebrows were furrowed, an unknown look flashing briefly across his features.
"I trust in her enough to know she'd dodge in time." I reply, avoiding the question before turning back to Isabel. "You'll come with us one day. Today just isn't that day." I reply softly.
"You say that every single time." She whines.
"And I will keep saying it until I think you're full competent and able to protect yourself without myself or Farlan having to come to your aid." I reply instantly. Placing a hand on her head, she looked at me with a pout. "We'll be back before you know it." Bringing my hand back to my side, I grip a hilt and head for the front door, leaving a frowning Isabel in my wake.
Walking down the stairs that lead to the house, I hear the blonde open his mouth to say something.
"Seriously? Not even an apology to her or anything?" He asks, his tone sending involuntary annoyance up my spine.
"Why would I apologize for a brief lesson? These things she can only improve in." I state flatly. Much to my distaste, Farlan's far too witty.
"You'd like to think that but you only did that to prove a point." He deadpans.
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