Okay…I don't know why I haven't updated in like a year….I forgot about my account. *bows deeply* I am very sorry! Anyway, I've had like five new chapters already written for the longest time, so here is the next one! Again, I am VERY SORRY!
I woke up with a major headache. I grabbed my stomach and lifted my shirt to see a huge black and blue bruise. I rubbed it and looked around. Where was I? My friend's unconscious bodies were lying beside me and I shook them so they would wake up. We were on the floor of a…house? I widened my eyes when I set my eyes on something or should I say someone lying on the bed. She had long blonde hair tucked in a high pony, just like the hair I had found on the hair tie. On her hand was a bandage that looked fresh from a wound that most likely happened a little while. I stood up and tried to figure out what had happened. That's right! I had gone to try and find her cabin and I guess I found it. The last thing I remembered was a hand coming towards me and then a flash of blonde. She had taken me out?
I walked over to the girl and looked at her face, the same one from in the room. "It's her…" I whispered a little too loudly. The girl on the bed stirred and opened her eyes. She immediately sat up. She flung her foot towards me and I dodged. She wasn't through yet although. Her hands came around me and locked me in a choke hold. I felt air leave my lungs and my head feeling lighter.
Kyle and Jesse, who had been shocked brainless, now went into action. They grabbed her from behind and she struggled with all her might to get out, but couldn't. I grabbed my throat and coughed to regain air flow through my lungs. She glared at me as I regained my composure.
"We aren't going to hurt you. We just have a couple of questions for you." I tried to put my hands in the air to show surrender, but she didn't see it.
"I could say the same thing to you. Let go of me! If you are harmless like you say you are, then why are tweedle dee and tweedle dumb here holding me?" she growled at me.
Jesse stifled a laugh, "Feisty ain't she?" He was always like this, a pervert.
The girl didn't like his response and said in a low voice, "Besides I'm not the one who should be worrying about getting hurt….you are." She slid down into a full split and wrapped her legs around Jesse and Kyle making them crumble to the floor. Next, she was after me. She moved her hand like she was going to punch my face, but then changed her move quickly. Her foot swung for my ankle and I fell onto the bed. She restrained my hands on the bed, and looked me straight in the eyes, "Why are you here? How did you find out about me?" I wasn't really not expecting the question, but when she asked I found myself dumbfounded. Why was I here?
I looked anxiously at Daemon. "Answer the question." I couldn't have been discovered. I'm a slayer and I'm getting caught by these imbeciles? This can't be happening!
Daemon continued to look down at the floor as if he were pondering my question. I didn't know what they would do to him or I if they found out I had been discovered.
Dameon finally looked up at me and straight into my eyes. "I saw you in the old bomb shelter. I need to know why you aren't allowed to be seen and more about your existence at this facility." He said without straying a moment form my focus. I didn't know how to answer, but managed to come up with:
"You saw me and decided to look for me. Am I correct? You wish to know all about me and yet do not even know about my existence, if I am a simply here or a prisoner or a spy. You want to know more about me, but you do not have any reason to find me and ruin the years of training I have undergone to become what I was born to do. Am I correct or do you have yet another ulterior motive, Daemon?" I said with disgust filling each word. He merely looked at me more.
"Yes. You are correct. You say you have been training for years and you were born to do something. What exactly? You aren't a spy nor are you a prisoner because you are training in the bomb shelter, living in a cabin deep in the forest. Neither are you just a girl who goes to this school. You aren't just being hidden because of your gender are you? You are something special, unlike the others that go to this facility. Now, am I correct?" His voice was overpowering and I couldn't help, but bite my lip with surprise.
Do I tell him? I'm not supposed to, but if he only knew then maybe he would be safe and I would be too. "My name is Kira. I've lived here my entire life and have spent every day training to be better at what I do, what we all do."
Daemon stared at me with confusion. "What exactly have you trained for?"
I turned away, horrified of the question. "I'm not like you. I wasn't hand-picked to be hired by the government. I was born to be used by the government."
Daemon shrugged his shoulders, "Aren't we all just going to be used by the government?"
I shook my head and turned back around to face him, "As I said, I'm not like you. There's one more thing I haven't told you. It could mean risking your career here at the TFTP. It could mean jail time for 'turning against the government'. It could mean…whether you keep your life or not…" I trailed off. I can't tell him. I shouldn't tell him. I'm not like other people. I'm meant to kill people. I'm meant to be a traitor, to kill those who oppose the government. To kill people I get close to. I can't get close to him. I can't have any relations. I must be emotionless and committed to the art of killing. I must…not tell him.
He saw my worried face and spoke, trust filling his words. "I'm willing to take that chance. I may be the best here, but I didn't choose to be here. I can't go back. I have to do as they tell me, forever. I may not be like you, but you can trust the words I say."
I looked at him. Could I really trust him? I thought to myself. "Trust the words you say?" He nodded. "Hear me now. I am not one to mess with. You know about me and I know little about you, so if I tell you a word of my secrecy, then you must be prepared to not only be killed by just the government, but me also. I cannot allow you to turn against the government nor may I allow you to spill any words to other nations or people, even after we graduate next week." His face looked away, but he nodded and I nodded back.