The Dead Rose

The Dead Rose By: Jenifer Hernandez As I started to awake I started to smell a familiar scent. I opened my eyes and all I can see was blurry. I can make out a figure above my face. "Are you ok?" said the familiar voice. "I m fine." my vision cleared and I then saw that it was Marcus that had been sitting in my room for almost two days. praying that my brocken ribs hadnt punctures my lungs. "I leave you alone for an hour and you almost end up dead. The doctor daid your ribs were healed and thanks to our new technology we were able to seal your lungs so you can breath." As he said that I noticed it was harder to breathe so the thought that he might be lying didnt even come to mind. "He also said that your escused from any training for one day which is long enough for the pain killers to kick in. Can I trust to leave you alone again? Those girls dont fight fair! And if you made them even madder then who the hell is there left to stop them from attempting to kill you again? I wont be here your whole life." I looked at him and thats all I did for the next ten minutes he was talking. Just staring. Looking and trying to figure out what in the world is causing these knots in my stomach or the flush in my cheeks or even now my sorrow for his pain. Which is actually a reflection of him worrying. A short, smart looking guy barges into the room. Out of breath and urging for something to spill out of his mouth. "Sir! We have news for you..... Your father has been found dead along with what remains of your mother. We think it was a murder. Of course thier heads were missing so you should know who did it. The Rebels got to your family like they have for the rest. One saviour down." the look on Marcus's face wasnt pleasent. Worrisome left and anger flushed any traces of remaining emotions. I have never seen such hate in somebodies eyes. Not even in the mansion, the girls didnt look like that when they werent tipped. He was almost as red as my hair. He ran outside cursing almost every curse in the book. last I saw was him reaching into his sword pocket. I knew I probably should have been afraid but figured he could be ok in a matter of months. I say it because thats how long it took me to realize that memories left at the face of pain and pleasure i found at the mansion. I felt a bit sad for him. As if he was my father. But I cant say I didnt care because I did. So I did what I can....stay in bed and listen for any good news the world has to offer.

I then get too tired of waiting and I make my best effort to get up. My ribs are killing with pain but the effort was real and so was the struggle. I somehow manged to get to the front desk. "Good afternoon Pajarita, your discharge is far from due. You may leave now. The exit is over there and the changing room is to the right." she seemed nice and had a gentle voice. I walked over to the changing room and I found myself in a new building. The damn closet was huge. Bigger then a normal forest cabin like the one Marcus lives in. After a while of admiring the size of this place I notice all of the heavy equipment. Not guns or weapons, just armor or what I call well-designed clothes. They looked so pretty and hot to wear so I grab my size and put it on. My clothes were black and purple with boots that were black, purple and a dash of red. Just to admire my hair. My gloves and hair clips were red. I walk outside of the red crossed building and see a surprisingly sunny day. I look around and try to remember where my cabin is. So I try to find the arena where I had gotten punched to pulp. I finally find it. it turns out that there are two circle looking figures. one is for the military soldiers cabins and training areas and the others are for the hospital, stores, restaurants, and more. A good way to divide the base. I walk to my cabin and open the door. The cabin was a rainbow pattern wallpaper and was filled with statues that look like my mother when she was younger. It also looks like she was a bit bigger, tougher and me, not being able to imagine that an old lady that I call my mother was once a strong fit soldier serving for the 2100s. Im guessing she waited until she was about 40 to even think about giving birth to me. Its late but exactly what you expect from a loyal captain. I looked for the biggest room but, they all have about the same measurements. But I picked the one that had the less statues of my mother. It gives me flashbacks. I took all of the statues out of my room which were just about 3, not much. Pain rushed through my ribs and anger filled my mind once again. The thought and humility of being pulverized by two show offs are so great that my thought right now were to sneak in thier cabins and kill them with my axe. But I also thought that I shouldnt be hiding behind my axe. I should have atleast some ability to defend myself with my own hands just in case I cant have my axe during training or lose it at war. Which then came the idea that I just thought something dumb. The axe would return to me anyways so theres really not much to worry about unless I wanna fight the arena queens once again.