Trapped

Chapter 6 My Wish

The tension was palpable as the two opponents faced each other. Left behind due to her injury, Violet was desperate to assist her apprentice. Rosalie found herself trapped in the woman's deadly game of wits and physical prowess; hence, if she wanted to fulfil her quest, the only solution was to play along.

As she examined her mentor's situation, Rosalie clenched her hand, her gaze unyielding. Her severe and intense eyes were fixed on the woman, determined to end it.

"I recognise this look," the woman said, as though amused by it. I was looking for that. I can feel your anger piercing my soul. How magnificent!"

Violet, on the other hand, was not feeling it. This woman was far more dangerous than anticipated; she could not let Rosalie confront her. As she was tempted to make a move, a bullet was shot between her legs.

"Consider it my last warning! It is not any of your concerns; it is between us." The woman threatened Violet. Rosalie grabbed the knife from the floor.

As Violet was about to reply, infuriated. Rosalie intervened, "I know that I am not strong enough." She held her weapon fiercely, biting her lips.

"But I am not going to hide myself forever, Violet..." she called softly, full of gratitude. "Without your help, I would not have the strength to stand up for myself. I do not want to dishonour the training you kindly taught me."

"Rosalie..." Violet said tenderly before the woman cut off their conversation, pointing her knife at Rosalie. 

"Why don't you give me a taste of your training, then."

She lunged at Rosalie, her attack swift and deadly. Rosalie's reflexes saved her from a fatal blow, but not before the woman's blade grazed her left arm. "She's fast," Rosalie thought, retreating from her adversary, the thrill of the battle coursing through her veins.

Had Rosalie not evaded the strike, the consequences would have been dire. The memory of her rigorous mentor training flooded back, each lesson now a crucial piece in this life-or-death puzzle. But this time, a single misstep could spell the end.

With her feet on the ground and her determination leading, Rosalie maintained her position as she focused on her opponent. On the other hand, the woman was far more excited watching her rival.

"Your resilience is heartening to witness. I can see you have good reflexes. But will they be enough to eliminate me?"

Thanks to Violet, Rosalie did not flinch at her provocation, yet she smiled innocently. Her training was not centred on fighting techniques, hence her attitude.

Violet anticipated this type of confrontation, regardless of Rosalie's demeanour. She was aware that adversaries would try to exploit her naivety. Instead of hiding her weaknesses, Violet had the brilliant idea to turn them into strengths.

Having that in mind, she remembered Violet's speech throughout her training.

"Listen, crybaby. You are bound to confront ruthless players who will be pleased to crush you. To cut to the chase, they will see you as an easy target. I am not asking you to change your demeanour; you will use that to your advantage. Their goal is to kill you; yours is to make them believe they can."

With a smile on her face, Rosalie calmly approached the woman as though she was strolling around peacefully. Her knife was held in her right hand; the woman was confused at this sudden change of behaviour.

That is when her opponent first realised she was about to get killed. Startled, she lost her balance. Everyone would be surprised; this is no exception. Rosalie knew that already.

With her centre of balance shifted to the back, Rosalie grabbed her shirt, pulled her down and went for the kill. Circling behind her, she put her blade under her neck.