Death's a Bitch REPLACEMENT

Chapter Seven: Weapons

~~ Death's Point of View ~~

Weapons training with Ashton easy right? Wrong...
We've only just started and I'm already tired of it, my patience is getting extremely thin and I can feel myself minutes from snapping.

'It's not a race okay, forget about strength for a second" I lectured "first work on your aim, then afterwards worry about strength at least get it in the right direction first"
He did what he was told and the daggers started falling short of the target but they were in the right direction. He kept this up for a few minutes then something in him clicked, he was throwing them at full strength and hitting what he needed to every time.
"Oh would you look at that" I said "and it only took two hours"
A dagger dug itself into my shoulder.
"Lucky shot" I said
another dagger dug itself into my opposite shoulder
"now you are getting cocky, time for a new weapon... sword I think; ever done fencing?"
"No" he said the smirk wiping from his face
"Good' I said creating a smirk of my own.

I passed him a sword and grabbed myself one.
"Right the first thing you want to do" I began turning to face him.
A sword flew in my direction and I quickly deflected it.
"I lied" he said simply throwing another attack at me
His fencing was pretty much perfect, whoever taught him did a good job, all the tricks I was taught he knew and he knew how to counter them perfectly.
"Who taught you?" I said between attacks
"I learnt when I was younger, some sheriff came into our orphanage and choose a couple of us to teach"
"A sheriff? What was his name?"
"oh I don't know, Sheriff Flame, or hot. Something to do with fire I remember he always seemed to give off a massive heat wave that's why I thought it was funny having a name like that"
"Sheriff Burns?" I said interested
"Yes that was it, wait how did you know?"
"Lucifer, no wonder you knew all my tricks. Lucifer's second life was a sheriff, so he could easily cover up my certain mishaps"
"Lucifer taught me fencing?" he seemed pleased to have this information given to him
"That doesn't make you better than I am" I snapped
"I could beg to differ, I mean have you landed an attack?"
"Have you" I spat back at him
suddenly his confidence depleted massively.
"Plus you only know fencing, I know a hell of a lot more" I said calling my scythe to my hand.
"Fuck" he mumbled throwing an attack at me
"You know the deal with this right? Cut something it leaves a scar, cut it off it doesn't grow back ever"
"We grow back limbs?"
"To an extent, like lose a hand or something it will grow back, heart and brain doesn't. But if it's an angels instrument then it's gone for good"
"Who has angel instruments?" he asked
"Cupid, Camael does but he's never needed to pull it out. Pretty much any angel with an important job"
"Does Lucifer?" he asked
"He did, but when he was banished from heaven and sent to hell it was stripped from him"
"Did they take his wings from him as well?"
"No he has wings, they are just completely burnt off and look like the wings of a bat"
"Why aren't yours like that?"
"I never expose them out there" I said
"speaking of wings, why are yours black? Camael said it's because they grew in a sinned body but what sin did you commit that was bad enough to get pure black wings? Because I doubt reading into an elders mind is that horrible"
"It's not, my wings would have still grew back white because I didn't sin, I told the truth but I blamed it on that so they didn't go looking into the real crime"
"What did you do?" he asked
"I killed my asshole of a father"
Silence fell over the gym between us. We continued to fight silently with Just the sound of metal clashing against metal. I took him a few more weapons and ended up finishing up with my scythe, since it was my main weapon and I wouldn't be surprised if he choose it as his instrument as well.
"Now the scythe is tricky, in order to get a good attack you need a fairly massive swing but in combat you don't really have time for that so you have to channel everything you have into your attacks, making them quicker, smaller but still having the damage behind it"
"Right, so like this?" he said as he swung it at me, I quickly dodged it.
"Perfect, how did you get that first pop?"
"It just feels right" he said attacking again.
I was actually having trouble at times dodging him and blocking his attacks. But I managed to stay unscratched the whole time, until he managed to outsmart me. He hit me with an attack and I dodged but as I was dodging he threw another attack at me quicker than I thought he would and it buried itself inside of my stomach. He quickly let go of the scythe but it didn't move, it didn't fall from my body it stayed in its position buried into my abdominals. I gently laid down on the ground while Ashton stood there mouth agape
"Just yank it out" I said between gritted teeth
Ashton stood there panic, worry and regret all in one facial expression
"You want me to just yank it?" he said panicking
"Well yes and no, don't just yank it straight out because I don't need any more damage, yank it in the opposite direction in went in"
"W- w- what?"
"Go get Camael, or someone who isn't you" I snapped

He ran off out the door.

I lay there for a while until I heard a deep laugh come out from the shadows
"Look at you, pathetic daughter did I not teach you anything when growing up"
"Fuck off, I'm not your daughter you asshole"
"Not my daughter" he snapped emerging quickly and knelling down over me, his dark grey eyes burned into mine as he held my gaze angrily.
"I raised you' he began "feed you, kept you well and for what? You to kill meas soon as you got the chance and it weren't even a fair fight, a human with a scythe against an angel. Funny how the tables have turned dear daughter, you laying there with the exact same scythe buried inside although you will live,it's not deep enough in to cause any damage"
I just stared him down angrily and said nothing
"What? Someone cut out your tongue? Trust me I know how it feels, do you remember that? Cutting out your own fathers tongue?"
"You didn't deserve to live another life, even if it was in hell" I snapped
"Silence" he snapped grabbing the scythes handle and pushing is slightly deeper into my body"
"H- h- how, how are you able to move-"
"I said silence" and with that he dug it deeper into my body. The pain was unbearable to handle I lay there screaming out trying my best to pull it out myself, I didn't care if it did damage I needed it out.
He stood there laughing applying more and more pressure until I eventually passed out. 

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so sorry for the late update guys!!! i went away for the long weekend and lost track of the days