War of Praisers

Chapter 11:

I don't know how long I sat there thinking after he left but as soon as I registered I left for my room as well. Though maybe not at first. I internally thank Lord Oskana for the tour of the mansion, otherwise I would be wandering through unrecognizable halls and probably would end up in the kitchen instead of my room. What I was somehow hoping to find was a dungeon or a torture chamber. Unfortunately his place was as innocent as he was. A torture chamber or some skeletons would at least clue me that he is as nasty as we where trained to deal with. I was trained to have a master who would whip me if I even faltered to stand motionlessly for days, or wouldn't even give me a sleeping quarter, not even a doghouse. Instead I find that this man doesn't have a single secret, he had shown me every single room, even his own. I know I should be happy that he isn't like I the masters we where prepared to endure, but it somehow made this more bizarre and uncomfortable. I wasn't prepared for someone like this. Someone who seemed genuinely interested in me and concerned for my wellbeing. I've never had that, not even with my friends. The topic of wellbeing and emotions never really came up in our discussions, but when they did everyone tried to get their own pitch of emotions in, concluding to no one actually listening to the others. But it kept us sane, and I guess that's all that really mattered. It's in the past, and I know I should let go of the past, that is what I hear many say, but not us. Our past is our link to our trainings and obedience. We are what they wanted us to be, war machines, slaves, and for me one main thing I was trained for, was assassination. I am able to kill a man, a woman, or a child without having to feel emotional guilt, I am trained to walk into battle and not stop until every threat is eliminated, even if I die in the process. I am replaceable. The Facility had made that very clear. I am just not sure if Lord Oskana is clear on any of that. Does he know what I am meant for? That he could use me to get rid of absolutely anyone. Maybe that his secret I still need to find, maybe that is why he bought me. But so far, all I have done is get my own fancy room, a tour of the house, and be treated like a normal human being. It really makes me wonder if he does know what I am meant for. I am not human, I am below them.

I reach my room after wandering around the place, checking security and the lookout points of the house. Something to make me feel that I am actually doing my job. But I dread the moment I reach my room. There is nothing to do. I haven't trained in days and I am twitching to hit something. I don't recal a training room and I doubt that he has one. So I guess I will just have to use my own body and the floor.

I search the closet for something that resembles my Facility suit, something with is easy to move around in. I do find something similar and I am satisfied that it's not white.

I clear the living room space by pushing the couch and chairs to one side of the room, and rolling up the carpet. I memorized many workouts and I choose some to that will satisfy my aggressive mood at the moment.

A heavy nock on the door stops me from continuing my warm down stretch, as I approach the door I hope that it isn't Lord Oskana. I am not in the mood to talk to him after our last conversation, and me sweating from every possible place on my body isn't how I want to face anyone.

I thank the universe that it wasn't Lord Oskana, but the same middle aged man who had come to my room earlier in my stay.

I look at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak. He doesn't look at me strangely nor comments on my flushed and sweaty face. Instead his eyes seemed to look right through me. That unnerved me bit.

"Lord Oskana wishes me to tell you that you are leaving at seven tonight, and that you should he presentable."

For what? But then I remembered, the gathering. Great. But it will get me out of the house, something to do.