NEIN (girlxgirl)

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E I N S A M K E I T

(n.) Loneliness.

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"WELCOME BACK TO Psychcom," the man dressed in futuristic black clothing said. Natasja figured he was the teacher. He looked to be in his mid-forties,with some white hair adorning his beard. The clipboard in his hand seemed tiny compared to his large stature of muscle mass and height. He was intimidating. Maybe because he didn't seem capable of smiling. "And to those of you who don't know me because you're delayed," he eyed Natasja. "I am Professor Inkwell."

Natasja's first class according to her schedule was Psychcom, which she later found out was actually short for Psychological Combat, and it was taken with Sabraels and Dumas together. The Galizurs had a more basic training. There were about twenty trainees in the room with her, and she just couldn't tell which ones were Sabraels and which ones were Dumas. They were dressed in normal clothes, like normal people you see in everyday life. In jeans, t-shirts, bomber jackets: they didn't even look like they were about to go into "combat".

The large room looked like any other gym in any other ordinary educational institution, except there were weapons of guns and knives to the side and everything was, again, painted white. Natasja had always wanted to know what this academy's obsession with white is.

"Natasja!" A hand fell on her shoulder and the redhead jumped in surprise.

"Lily! You scared me." Natasja held a hand against her chest, smiling back at the bubbly blonde.

"How did your first night with-" Lily coughed. "You know go?"

"It was fine," Natasja remembered what happened again and internally cringed at being caught red-handed last night. "We didn't talk much."

Lily nodded thoughtfully. "She doesn't talk much. What do you think? You know, about her?"

I think she's fascinating. Her scars. Her body. Her voice. How she respects her surroundings.

"She's blind," Natasja said bluntly, and Lily snorted out a laugh.

"Oh wow, none of us knew that, Sherlock. I guess the entire campus just started calling her the Blind Killing Machine because they felt like it."

"Hmm, I guess you are right." The redhead mused, slightly distracted. "What exactly is this... 'psychological combat'? Do the minds fight?" Her french lilt was apparent.

Lily snorted. "You're funny. They teach us how to mentally handle it when you cause pain on another person. They teach us emotional control in doing so, and especially in killing."

"Shh!" someone shushed them and Lily made a face at them.

"As you all know, every month, we have visitors," professor Inkwell said, his tone the same throughout his sentence. The room hung in silence in anticipation for his next words. It was like they already knew. "It's execution day."

Lily tensed up beside Natasja, and so did the vibe in the room. People began to shift uncomfortably on their heels, but Natasja noticed a few that stood stock-still. They were expressionless, quiet, not even looking at each other.