Death Hallow

Chapter 23: Selection

Previously...

Carly, trapped in a glowing ball, fends to win and free herself from the orb. Alex and her friends sleep at Damon's castle awaiting for morning to search for the hybrid princess. Alex and Damon had started talking in depth of their plan.

Carly's POV

I ran through the crowd of people, looking for that one person. That one man. Once I got close enough, I made my move. BAM. Blood spilled down his neck emerging from where my throwing knife had been embedded from a far. With my sword at my side and a gun at the waist of my pants, I approached his body. The older man laid there in a pool of his own blood as his hands grasped his neck to stop the blood flow. His gray-turning-white hair had now been stained with blood, his skin had started to become pale and his war uniform was stained with blood. Gory but I watched seeming pleased.

"I told you. Don't tell me what to do, General." I said in a poisonous tone.

He attempted to formulate a response but it never made its way. His dead eyes were now staring back at me with a whisper of death. A small promise.

I jumped out of my bed with horror. Even in my nightmares, I killed. Kill or be killed, right? I chuckled lowly, as if I were going mad, as I walked to to do what I had to do that morning. For today, I decided to ignore the nightmare. It didn't mean anything. Did it?

That morning, I knew that training to kill wasn't over. As I walked out into the gym dressed in my training clothes, I was right. A hologram was awaiting me in the middle of the room. They weren't there for a tea party, they were there for a fight. Spirit must love to torture my soul.

I quickly grabbed the gloves nearby and put them on as I ran towards the male holograph. The faster I end him, the faster the training will end. Up to now, I've controlled my blood lust, my strength, my speed and quite a few other ones too but this was by far the worst. Hopefully, this is the last one.

A punch to the face knocked me out of my thoughts and this signified the beginning of the fight. He punch once again. I received it to the face. As he went for a kick, I managed to grab his foot and flip him to the floor. I stood up waiting for more. Blood trickled down my lip but I wasn't going to go and cry. This is a fight to get out of this Hell. I watched as he picked himself up. I kneed him to the chest and kicked him over to the floor again. When he got up, he aimed to punch my jaw but I dodged it and I aimed for his. He fell back a bit.

Still no sound from Spirit.

After a while of the same routine, I aimed for the man's chest and I punched. Thus, making him fall back a bit. So, I kicked and he landed on the floor. Then, I got down and punched him until his body disappeared. Dead. He's gone.

As I got back up, I brushed myself off in silence. I knew Spirit was watching. What a joke. No. A cruel joke. I know that I could bargain to leave but that wouldn't be a smart decision on my part since I feel like I'm so close to the end.

"Spirit? Am I done? How many more, huh? I'm not meant to fight! I'm meant to be a troubled teenager who wants to be friends and possibly go to college or university eventually!" I shouted as I looked up. Of course, Spirit wouldn't be there but I need to look somewhere.

"You are yet to find more of yourself, child. You have managed to fight well. Soon, you will learn with a weapon." Spirit said. Finally, they answer me. But, they ignored my rant as usual.

"I know I fight well. I used to take classes a few years ago. Wait, what do you mean by weapons?" The last part got me fearful but also interested since I have always had a certain love for weaponry.  Except, that means that now, I will have to fight with them. I always found it easier to fight with fists.

Soon enough, the gym had become a weaponry armoire. As I admired the inside, I removed my gloves to find the perfect beauty. Or maybe two or three. Spirit was talking about my next fights and what I could improuve, but I honestly didn't care. My fingers trailed along the walls and I examined every piece of gorgeousness. After a while of Spirit's babbling, I found the most beautiful sword and a flashback to the nightmare had shown that it was the sword I had there. It didn't matter to me, it was a work of art and I had to have it. So, I picked it up. Spirit was still talking. I placed the beauty in it's sheath and I made sure that attached to my side. Afterwards, I went out looking for more. Like in the nightmare, I found the magnificent gun, a .45 caliber. Oh, it was beauty. I placed it at the waist of my pants at the back. Soon, I continued to find one last beauty to finish my collection of masterpieces. After walking along the knife section, I found a belt of throwing knifes. It was magnificent and I wanted it. So, I placed it on me.

"Spirit, I have chosen my weapons." I affirmed.

"Good. Now, I will send you to practice will the dummies then with the holograms. This way, you will get a feel of the weapon." Spirit announced.

"Actually, I chose a sword, a gun and a selection of throwing knifes." I replied as I revealed my weapons.

"Seems as if you have chosen the same as the last capable hybrid. Good choice." Spirit said as the armoire changed back to the gym.

Instead of a hologram waiting for me, it was a few dummies in the middle of it all. Today was going to be a better day. I can feel it. I thought of freedom as I began to practice with my new masterpieces.

***

Heyo! How y'all doing during this fine span of 24 hours? Good? Me too. I hope you liked the chapter. Tell me, so far, do you enjoy the book? I hope so. This update's song is Heart Attack by Demi Lavato.

This chapter's goal: Vote: 2 Comments: 1

VOTE. FAN. COMMENT. SHARE.

Till next time, my dears.

-NCP274 ;)