The Warrior for God or the Devil?

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Perfect Composure 

Father David is a man that holds many secrets. He is loved by many. 

Entering his office I saw the crosses on the walls. Books and papers covered his desk while his computer flashed a new email. 

"Well you look a bit... scary." Father spoke slowly. 

At his words I pulled out my phone and turned on the camera. Who the hell was this? The girls hair was just like mine, side swiping red bangs and long wavy black hair. Her mouth was slightly open showing two white fangs. And the eyes were... Unbelievable. My milk chocolate color was in one eye, but as for the other the iris was a fire blood red that looks like it could stare into someone's soul and take it. The pupil was in the shape of a triangle.

"The triangle is a symbol for the holy trinity. Look down at your arm," I did as was told and there was a line of swirls, circles and lines crawling up my arm only to disappear into my sleeve. Father spoke again, "your mother a tattoo very close to that."

"This is a joke!" I suddenly spoke causing my eyes to widen and my hand go to the skin above the voice box in my throat. The voice came out dark but fierce and harmonious. The sound could cut through steel. 

"Sadly it isn't. Do you want to know why that cross has always been on you? Well it's because of this night. The cross hides the signs of the transformation and makes sure you don't hurt anyone. It can't hide the pain you just went through-" 

"Who was that man that stood over me?"

"That's what you want to know?"

"Yes." My answer is short. The moment I met that man I knew he killed many people, innocent people. My gut feeling is to track him down and take him out. I still had his scent. My senses are heightened in this state.

"You can't go after anybody right now. Follow me please." 

His politeness and calm demeanor is bothering me but I followed him down the stairs into the basement. He then opens a small door that looks like it be a crawl space, but as I entered the opening I came face to face with a room full of people and weapons. 

They all spoke at once, "Welcome!" 

It was as if they have been waiting for me for years. 

A older woman came up to me and silently accessed my appearance. Then she abruptly left. Father David followed her but then stopped and said to me, "I will be right back. Please look at the weapons and don't be afraid to ask somebody for help." He then took off.

I kept silent not knowing what to do until a guy my age came over to me, "Hello Ora- I mean Ms. Socorro, I am Cayden." He then held out his hand for a shake but I continued to stand still, it then hit me that he is one of the alter boys I see about every week. 

"What is this place?" I asked intrigued.

"Well it is a place that warriors come to for missions or weapons or even to restitch their clothes. Would you like to pick out a weapon or weapons to use?" 

"Sure?"

"Well just pick up the equipment and the training area is right over there." He says while pointing to a room the size of a football field filled with targets and dummies.

I go to the wall and run my fingers over the blade of a sword. There was a light hum coming from a katana sword. I slowly pick it up, it's blade is beautifully polished and sharp. The handle has a design that I know, that design is on the side of my arm. It was perfectly balanced in my hands. 

"I see that katana finally has an owner again." Cayden says. "It's last holder was the warrior of legend-" 

"Cayden grab my sword and Ora I hope you are up for training." 

A half hour later I am covered in sweat and breathing hard. I am not in warrior form anymore. My arms ached because I've been shooting at these targets for 15 minutes. The 22's in my hands are pretty fun an I'm actually good. My aim is amazing for never doing this before. The dummies have been shot in the head and chest many times. People are watching me with awe through bulletproof glass. Sadly I haven't gotten to us the sword yet but I found out that the legend was non other than Pope Benidict the II. He was the only warrior to ever become the Pope. I also learned my mothers weapon of choice was tantō, two smaller swords. Sure this is a lot to take in but the thing is I have nothing else in my life and I actually want to become this warrior that my mom was. 

Speaking of her, her whereabouts are unknown. She left for that mission 18 years ago and was never heard from again. Catherine Socorro went on close to 235 missions from her 18th birthday to when she was 34.  Everybody that knew her loved her from the start. I had traits like protectiveness and strength and caring for everyone.

"Okay give her a break its 1:00 a.m. Time to go Ora. Be back here at 3:00 p.m. Okay?" Father David ordered 

"Yes sir!" I said smiling and then took off for home. 

My phone went off in the pocket of my sweatshirt in my hand. It was cold out but I was really hot from training. Even my sweatpants were rolled up. 

My phone buzzed again and I answered only to be yelled at by a mad Beck. "WHERE THE F*** ARE YOU?! ARE YOU OKAY?! TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE, IM COMING TO PICK YOU UP!!- wait are you laughing at me?"

I was laughing at him because he was so worried and it was cute and funny. "I'm fine and I'm walking home from church. I've been there the whole time. I'm also home so get out of the car and open the door dork." With that I hung up the phone and walked the 20 ft up to the front door.

 I had a funny feeling that someone was watching me. I quickly look around before Beck opens the door only to find nothing. Well there was Beck fuming in the doorway. I have him a hug and went to the freezer to get strawberry ice cream. He was behind me only staring. I then walk upstairs to my room and hold the door open for him to come in.