The Soldier

a legend survives

The helmet guy behind her glared at her back once again, and without wanting to, she dropped the pocket knife, the sound of it lost in other helmet guy's speech.

She made herself smaller, trying to get it back unnoticed, but the helmet guy in front was basically staring at her with a 'Don't you dare' in his eyes.

There still was this madness flowing around him, so she let it drop, kneeling as upright as possible for a second.

She only noticed now, that he was standing nearby her, looking down at her and Tessa held his gaze, not covering her agreement for what he just said, simultaneously making herself smaller once again.
She had no weapon, so she better did not make him angry – her plan changed, the goal now was not stopping him anymore, just getting out of here alive.

He was staring down at her and Tessa nodded slightly, agreeing without having to fake that. If he noticed her, he did not give anything away, wandering through the kneeling crowd in her direction. Coincidence probably, she hoped, remembering that she was somewhere in the last rows, basically in the middle.
„You were made to be ruled.", he stated, and a cold shiver ran down her spine, as the helmet guy stood directly beside her, not moving anymore.
„In the end, you will always kneel.", he ended, letting his weapon down, close beside Tessa.

Once again she felt strangely captivated by that blue glowing weapon. Like it was meant to be even closer to her.
She hoped he would not notice the knife behind her, he would probably kill her just for thinking about it. Still, she could not resist the urge to observe him, turning her head slightly to the right and looking up.

The strange feeling of already knowing him flooded her mind, and she tried to search for any similarities between him and any other person she knew.
He did a bit remind her of her last commander Adam. A very strict, very proud man, who never failed to motivate his team of soldiers.

That was in the end what she blamed for agreeing with a madman like him, she was used to obey somewhat crazy people, that must have been the reason for her agreement, she told herself. Because Tessa had to admit, she was motivated to fight for his cause.
She fought for freedom for such a long time, and these battles took everything she ever loved and left her with nothing except other's expectations on how her life should go on after being kicked out of the army.
Freedom left her devastated, empty and angry. Maybe it was time to fight for something entirely different now. Tessa nodded to herself, it was understandable to feel like that, she justified her thoughts of pairing up with that helmet guy.

He reminded her on Adam, on her army days, on being a soldier. She missed it so much.
Maybe she could become a soldier once again, she thought to herself, observing that helmet guy with an entirely different interest now than initially. But he did not notice, was too focused on something happening directly in front of him. Tessa could not see, but it sounded like someone was standing up.
„Not to man like you.", someone else said.

An older man, judging by his voice and Tessa wanted to tell him to shut up. Of course, it was brave but more than that it was stupid. Another dead legend, Tessa thought to herself, biting her lip.
Helmet guy was not the type for rebels, or for mercy, or at least that was what Tessa thought when she saw his face turning from explaining to threatening once again.

He laughed at that comment, slowly putting up his weapon again, and Tessa immediately wanted to stand up too for a second, follow that blue light.

She was going crazy, that was the only explanation for that feeling of wanting to be near that deadly weapon.
She wanted that weapon. But the one holding it was looking like he was going to murder someone now.

Tessa once again noticed how she made herself smaller, hoping she was judging the situation wrong. She needed to get herself together.

She was a soldier, after all. She needed to protect civilians like that old man. But she could not move, and it was not only fear holding her back.
„There are no men like me.", he said, still a threatening grin on his face.