Different Yet The Same

Chapter Twenty-Nine

-Ember-

"Spark..." I hear a voice whisper.

"Go away." I grumble, getting agitated.

"Spark..." They whisper again. Then I feel a slight touch on my shoulder.

I bolt up in bed and twist their arm around pining it behind their back.

"I said...GO AWAY!" A ferocity in my voice.

"Spark!!" I hear Caleb gasp, clearly in unimaginable amounts of pain. Quickly I release his arm. He looks at me bewildered. "W-What was that all about?!"

"Uh...reflexes?" I say, hoping he'll buy it.

He looks at me, squinting his eyes. "There is something different about you..."

I lick my suddenly dry lips. "What do you mean?" I act clueless.

"It's just-never mind." He finishes dismissively. "Come on, Warrior Matthew awaits."

Quickly. I scour the closet for something to wear. As I pull through the clothes I find myself thinking. 'Does Spark own anything that isn't white or gold?' Finally settling on a grey tank top and uncomfortable white jeans, I go out and meet Caleb in the hall.

"You know. I think I need some more comfortable clothes. Ones I could fight in." I tell Caleb. He looks at me shocked.

"Did you just say fight?" He asks.

"Yes..." I reply, second guessing my statement.

"Wow. Michael will be happy to hear that." He says smiling a thousand watt smile at me.

"Ya...right..." I say, feeling as if I'm sinking into quicksand faster than ever.

I'm led through twisting hallways, until we get to the fourth floor, which I guess is the warrior planning sector of the building.

We walk through a corridor, the walls all made of an indestructible glass. I see warriors fighting, hand to hand combat, swords and all other types of weaponry.

I start to admire them before being sucked into a dull and cluttered office.

"Warrior Matthew I present princess Spark." Caleb introduces me with a salut.

The man behind the desk has short cut blonde hair and icy blue eyes. He is wearing white and gold warrior gear with knives strapped at his waist.

"Do those come for women?" I ask, wishing I hadn't said it from the shocked expressions I get.

"Yes in fact they do. Although we do not have many female soldiers." He announces.

"Is it possible for me to get one?" I continue.

"Yes of course princess." He says bowing respectfully. "Caleb please go and grab one." He says gesturing to the door.

"Yes sir." Caleb chirps before taking his leave.

"Now princess are you comfortable allowing us to test your fighting skills?" Matthew asks me quizzically.

"Of course I am." I say smugly.

This is going to be fun.

Ten minutes later I'm dressed in warrior gear and am standing in a room with Caleb getting ready to fight.

"I'll go easy on you." He says lightly trying to keep the tension away.

"Don't." I spit, I'm going to enjoy this.

"Okay..." He says hesitantly like he doesn't want to hurt me.

I've been itching to get back at him for that out of line kiss and everything else before that.

"Okay show us what you got!" I hear Matthew yell followed by some hollering from the other warriors.

"Oh I will..." I whisper. Adrenaline coursing through my body.

We start off slow, light punches and kicks not aiming for the face or legs, but I want more, I need more.

So I start being more aggressive and so does he. The blows become more intense and logical, each having a set purpose.

He looks tired, sweat running down his face but I'm just getting started. A fury takes over me, I need to kill and destroy. I jump up into to air arching my back and bringing both my feet to connect with his face, I do a back flip, then land swiftly and gracefully. Taking a bow.

A few soldiers clap while others just stare at me.

"Oh my Princess..." Matthew mutters. "Who is up next?"

No one puts their hand up, no one moves, they're to afraid to fight me. I laugh half heartedly. Both proud and disappointed at the results.

"No one?" Matthew says angrily. "She is a mere woman. Not even a full blooded angel and you're...scared?" He taunts.

No one takes the bait, they stand there silent.

"Then why don't you fight me?" My dare hanging in the air. Matthew turns shocked.

"If you think you can take me." Cockiness showing through his usually blank expression.

"Oh trust me I can." With a yell from the side lines the battle begins.

His kicks and punches are each calculated and precise. I can tell he has trained for many years.

I may not have had as much training as Matthew but I know that if I trust my instincts, I can win any match. No matter the odds.

He throws the first punch hitting me square in the gut, knocking the breath out of me.

I topple to the ground but stay there only momentarily. I jump up and twist around, facing Mathew once more.

I fake a kick and his right side and when he goes to block it I slam my fist into his face.

He looks up at me, nose gushing blood. "You're strong." He wheezes.

"Yes I am." I jump up almost eight feet in the air and slam my legs down on his head, bringing him down face first on the mats.

He doesn't get up.

Quickly a few soldiers carry him off to the infirmary, while the others stand, silent and surprised.

With a sly wink at Caleb I sashay out of the room.

I know what I'm going to do, I am going to get the hell out of Heaven.