Turned

Chapter 7: A Look Around

     She takes me around the infrimary, the pile of weapons in the hollow underground, and the training area, where they slice at the same wood I used. I just duck a knife thrown  by a big dude in his late teens when a girl comes weaving under his arm.

    She has wavy blonde hair, and big blue eyes. She's clumsy, which she shows when she knocks over a whole table of stacked water bottles. She makes her way towards me and Destiny. 

   "Hello," she says in a soft quiet voice. "You're new, aren't you?" she asks me.

   " To this war movement thingamabob? Yeah, you could say that," I raise my voice over the ding of th swords. 

   "Oh, well I hope you like it here," she says to me. 

   I look at her. We're training to fight against people that want  to kill us. Like it here? She looks back, unaware she'd said anything wrong.

   "Ummm, yeah, thanks," I respond. Desting  pulls me away.

   "She's sweet and harmless, until you put a mace in her hands,"

   "A what? I ask.

  "A mace. It's a stick attached to a spikey, heavy ball. Kills on impact, usually. And she knows damn well how to use one," Destiny assures me. "She's on the strategy team as well, " Destiny adds somewhat sourly.  "Locradis is crazy for her, says she's got mad talent. She's mad alright." Destiny adds in distaste.

   "You really don't like her, do you? You think she's trying to steal him from you?" I say curiously, digging deeper.

  She sighs. 

  "Your probably one of those lovely dovey whores, aren't you?  Thinking about guys every single second of the day? This isn't like that, I told you.  War is the meal, guys aren't even worth the side plate. Understood?" she says in a heat tone, her voice like a slap in the face. 

   She went too far. I am NOT a whore.

   "You know, I think you're so sensitive on the topic of love because you'll never find it. You're so self-obsessed and focused on things that don't matter, no guy in hell will fall for you!" I scream, trying to break her composed, calm facial expression.

   It's like my comments were sticks on a brick wall. She looks back at me.

  "Things that don't matter? War is most important. Survival is most important. Not love. Love is shit. There's no guarantee those you love will be there for you in the end. You stand alone. You survive alone. That's lesson number one. The sun's setting. Get going." she says roughly, turns on her heels and marches back to visit the hospital wing.

  I walk north, towards the bashed up tent, dragging my feet a bit. Questions swirl in my head like my own personal hurricane. I'm nervous for the meeting but excited for more answers. I need them desperately. I'm like a cat chasing her tail right now, confused as to why I can never catch it. 

   I think about what Destiny said to me about your loved ones not being there for you in the end. I thought about it too, when I sat next to my mother's corpse. But now, it seems I'm not alone. After all, we have an army. A suckish one, but an army. I'm not alone.

   Then I smirk. How quick I am to accept  this new family. To open up to them, to become attached. Though I know as well as Destiny, they'll all die soon. And then I'll be left all alone again. Like always. Maybe there was truth in Destiny's words. Maybe in the end, everyone ends up alone.

  I'll take the chance of losing everything all over again, because for now, I need a friend. This is new and I'm terrified. It's true, humans were always afraid of the unknown. First magic, then the dark. And in my case....

   War.

Hello. Sorry for not updating the past couple days. Wasn't in the writing mood. Hope this chapter came out good. I'm actually starting a new piece now. Hope it turns out decent. Suggestions and feedback are always appreciated :D