Slice

Chapter 5 - Mirror, Mirror

Hello Wonderful Wattpadders! UniquePeak here. You all are VERY VERY lucky I was in a good mood today and gave you guys another chapter before the votes goal. In exchange, I will not set a goal for the next chapter but just post it whenever I feel like it. Mwahahaha. Anyways I hope you all enjoy and don't forget to:

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[Picture above is Slice/Sam boy form]

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Sam sighed and walked back up to the enormous mirror covering the wall of the dojo directly across from the heavy wooden doors. She stared at her boy-like reflection. Her focus moved from her broader shoulders to her now short, blonde hair. She thought of Cindy with her long, flowing black hair. She thought of Rupert with his always neatly combed black hair that he never failed to maintain. She thought of her father's short black hair that was always covered by his tall black top hat. Sam thought of all of the people that she knows and has known that was a shadow, with their black hair and dark eye color that nearly blends with their pupils. Then she looked at herself. She looked at her blonde hair and crystal blue eyes through her reflection and she thought of her mother. Sam thought of her beautiful, long blonde hair that flowed with the wind. Her crystal blue eyes that seemed to shine with her nearly everlasting smile. How she looked at Sam with so much love in her eyes that anyone could see it. Sam was then pulled into a horrifying memory.

"Mom!! Please no! Please just let go of her!" Sam screamed pounding her small fists against the wall. "Please! We are one of you! Please!" Sam helplessly pleaded and pounded on the wall with all her might, with loud sobs almost completely covering her words. She looked up to her mother, who had Shadowy hands wrapped around her neck, pulling her against the wall and chocking her. She smiled down at Sam, with tears in her eyes as she struggled for breath. Sam could feel her mother's and her own fear being absorbed. Sam wished she could dawn her shadow form and save her mother. She was ashamed of being the only child in the Shadow village who had still not been able to dawn her shadow form. Sam looked helplessly back at her twin for help. Sam saw her standing there with her eyes glazed over and a smile of ecstasy frozen on her face. Sam begged her sister to snap out of it. To help save their mother, but she didn't react to Sam's voice. Sam heard the Shadow say something to her twin in it's snake-like voice, but she didn't hear it for her attention was captured by her mother who began to weakly stroke Sam's head. Sam looked up to see her mother smiling at her with love as she breathed her last. Sam watched as the light in her mother's beautiful, crystal blue eyes faded and her hand that was gently stroking the top of Sam's head, stilled. Sam began to cry harder as the Shadow slipped out of the room and Sam's sister seemed to have snapped out of her trance and just stood there seeming both horrified and confused. But Sam didn't take mind to any of this and just clutched her mother's now cold hand and cried harder than she had ever cried in her entire life.

Sam was pulled back to reality when the memory had finally ended. She shook her head to try and clear her thoughts of her mother, but she couldn't. Shadows don't have blonde hair. Shadows don't have blue eyes. Shadows don't have fear. Sam isn't a shadow.

Sam stared blankly at her reflection. Then, she remembered the boy she had come across in the marketplace. Liam, he said his name was.

Sam was in the human marketplace to steal her fill of human food for that day and the next, as she had always done on even days. She had in her possession, absolutely none of the human currency, therefore she had to resort to stealing food. She would also often have fights with guards around the town, so that she could train even there. She was walking through the marketplace, as usual, surveying the different stands. That was when she saw Liam handing the man at the man at the apple stand two coins. She thought of this as the golden opportunity, for the man was already distracted. She swiftly walked by, snatching two apples and slipping them into her bag.