Lionheart

“I can walk myself, Bird boy,” I say in English, with as much venom as I could manage. We stand there for a few moments, engaged in the deadly stare down.
“My name's got more meaning than that merchandise title of yours, Recruit C666,” he replies coolly. I punch him squarely in the jaw. He staggers back, surprised.
“Names mark that you are owned by someone else. You are nothing more that a useless pawn stolen from from your own parents. Stupid Russian can't even recognize who's good and who's bad,” Sparrow boy says, leaving the room. His words linger in the air, but I shove it away. I have heard worse from the generals and commanders of C-Union. I have been trampled over, spat on, beaten, treated like like a true C-Union soldier. That is how I am what I am today, a physically and emotionally strong female soldier. Sparrow boy wouldn't last one day in my boots. I follow him from far behind, hearing him mutter curses under his breath. A sudden scream pierces our quiet foot steps. A male's voice is creaming unintelligible words which is immediately cut short with the slam of a door. I cringe at the agonizing sound as my mind shifts to forbidden memories...