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@whalekeeper im not on staff anymore lol writing and horse training got too busy. so now i’m just here around like the rest of yall.
But glad that Kathleen could help you 🙂
Never turn your back on a truce, because no one hesitates on an open opportunity to strike.
@hybridlore I love first person too, switching POV’s alot. I’ve actually been uploading chapters of my book on here. And my book rn is Dystopian with Fantasy aesthetics (so dresses, swords, crossbows mixed it) and a tiny bit of sci fi vibes. But I have other books that are very just fantasy, and Historical fiction mixed with Scifi. And yep, I hardly ever stick to one genre, and like to mix alot. My writing style is usually lots of feelings, lots of flashbacks, leaving hints to the twist kind of stuff.
Oooh, wow lol. Well, welcome!! I’ve been ‘around’ for like 6 years XD. But never on here as you can tell with my amount of posts. But this Summer i’m trying to get active back on here again.
Talking to people totally counts! Do you have a favorite book to read? I love reading too! And my other favorites are Horse Training, and video editing. Like I make aesthetic videos for my characters and edit movies (like marvel, LOTR, Narnia, SW, and whatever fandom i’m in that week lol) on an instagram account.
Never turn your back on a truce, because no one hesitates on an open opportunity to strike.
@hybridlore i didn’t end up doing much bc a friend was back who came last summer so I was hanging out with her.
But i’m working this morning. sprinting from :35-:55
Hello! I don’t think so either. I’m Katharine, but everyone calls me Kat. 🙂 What style of writing do you do and how long have you been around KP? And what are your top 3 favorite hobbies/sports/things to do other than writing?
Never turn your back on a truce, because no one hesitates on an open opportunity to strike.
@hybridlore er it’s hard to explain, but kinda the plot twist and answering everything? Bc our villian ripped apart our found family the chapter before and we are finding out something about one of the other characters, and why our MC is so important to the Villian. (it’s dystopian kind of evil goverment kids thrown into the military vibes with some fantasy aesthetics)
Never turn your back on a truce, because no one hesitates on an open opportunity to strike.
If anyone is around I’ll be writing on and off all afternoon. Have to write the most important Chapter of my book.
Rn gonna be doing a sprint from :15-:45 🙂
Never turn your back on a truce, because no one hesitates on an open opportunity to strike.
@power @freedomwriter76
enjoy some angst of 3 new chapters. I’ll put more on tomorrow 🙂
Never turn your back on a truce, because no one hesitates on an open opportunity to strike.
(TW- mentions of blood, wounds, murder of a child)
Chapter 15
Roger
Pressing cloths against the wound tightly, I checked her pulse. Hands shaking, I could still feel it faintly. It’s okay. She just went unconscious. She’ll be okay. Right?
My heart slamming in my chest, my breath tight against my ribs disagreed. Pictures flashed in my mind, pictures I tried to hide away. The other girl who lived in this house. All smiles and full of laughter. Dark curls surrounded by blood on the floor. Falling unconscious. Never waking up again. I never even got to say goodbye.
A tear slipped out of my eye, but I was too busy putting pressure on the wound to wipe it away. I somehow let it fall. A memory falling with it. A memory I had kept locked inside. Locked in so long that it was sharp, the tear feeling like a knife sliding down my cheek, cutting, burning as I let it out. Like fire dripping down my face, as another, and another rained down.
No, no. I tried to fight the tears, but I had opened a floodgate that I was unable to stop. You’re a man. Don’t be a baby and cry.
My mind flashed back nine years, her words echoing in my head “Daddy, does it make me a baby to cry?” she said as she buried a small bird that she had found.
I had pulled her close, the head of curls tucked against my chest “No darling, tears are just letting go of the feelings we can’t express in words”
Shaking my head, bringing me back to the present, I pressed down a different cloth, as the blood was soaked through the other.
I swallowed. Letting go. I looked at the girl, the girl I had been hiding from, the girl who I decided I was too much of a monster to be around. And where did that leave me? Her being hurt.
Why was I so stupid? This was all my fault. I flinched, my hands were still shaky from her screams, and her begging me not to do it. She was so terrified. Not of me. But of the pain. Of being hurt more. Because that’s all she got at the camp, pain. And so far, that’s all I had given her. Staying away from her. Not giving her love or comfort. Just her needs, and then didn’t even protect her. I was just as bad as the general. My insides ached, more fiery tears licking down my face. How could I be so blind?
“I’m s-so so sorry.” I choked on a sob. How could I have done this?
“I will make it better” I swore to myself, “I will fix this.” But could I fix all the damage I had created? Would it always be there?
I will protect her. Comfort her. And love her. Chest clenched, as I started wrapping her wound with bandages. Did I have any love left to give her? Or had it all drained out of my shattered sharp shards of a heart? Did I even know what love was anymore?
I tied off her bandage, slipping a pillow under her head. Why couldn’t I just fix the sharp shards of my heart with a bandage? Instead anytime I tried to fix it, the sharp shards just cut me again and again leaving me aching and bleeding inside.
Wiping up the bloodied floor, my eyes caught a bit of white on the arrow. I frowned picking it up, a piece of paper attached to it. Heart pounding in my head as I recognized the handwriting. The same handwriting that gave a threat before Charlotte- I stopped swallowing hard. Chest clenched as the sharp words blinded my eyes.
Return the girl in 3 sun downs. Or else.
Never turn your back on a truce, because no one hesitates on an open opportunity to strike.
(TW- Pain? suffering? a bad injury)
Chapter 14
X392
Pain.
Pain surrounded me.
Pain shooting from my shoulder, burning, stinging like it was ripping me apart. Black dots clouded my vision, panic shaking my body, not understanding what had and was happening.
All I could feel was pain. Pain, and hot blood on my back. The hard floor against my chest.
All I could hear was the buzz in my head. The shrieks of pain that escaped my lips. The echo of my slamming heart.
All I could see was blurs and blackness flashing before my eyes. The cracks in the floor. The flickers of light from the window. Flickering like a weak light that was about to be stomped on, crushed, destroyed.
All my life all the memories flashing before my eyes, and in all of it, there was pain. Pain on the bed, as they left me there for hours. Pain as I slept in my first cell. Pain of starvation. Pain of being chained up. Pain of loneliness. Pain of not being strong enough. Pain of getting beaten up.
Pain. It made up all my life.
And it was going to end it too.
Click. I froze, terror tightening around my chest. Click. That was the noise that came right before the pain. They were going to put me out of my misery. Time seemed to stand still, my heart pounding with a cry of no. It had pleaded for death for so long, but now it was terrified.
I tensed and waited for death to come as an avalanche of pain.
A blood curdling scream sounded instead, muffled noises of struggle. The front door opened with a creak, I shrieked as the person ran over to me, the floor creaking under their feet. Was this what death was supposed to feel and sound like?
The person put a hand on my back, I shrieked again as the fire like pain intensified. My head buzzing so much it didn’t feel like the shriek came from my own lips, but someone else.
“I’m so so s-sorry.” His voice broke near the end. And for the first time I felt relief. It was the man.
For a minute it was a bit quiet, the shaking, gasping sobs from me, and uneven choked breaths from the man. Was he afraid? I had never heard him sound like that.
“It’s going to be okay. It will. Just remove the arrow. It’ll be fine.” He whispered, almost sounding like he was trying to convince himself of that. My mind flickered back to the touch on my cheek, the whispered words. That was the first and last time he had spoken to me. Until now.
But then reality hit me. Remove the arrow. The thought of that getting removed sounded more painful than the excruciating pain it was causing right now.
I shifted, but holding back screams stopped. “N-no, p-please…” I wanted to live, but now I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure if I could handle that much pain.
With another shaky breath, he whispered “It’s going to be okay. Y-you’ll die if I don’t remove it. I need to. I’m going to have to cut it out.”
Cut it out? With a knife? My fear crushed me with such a force I couldn’t breathe.
“Just, breathe. Okay? Deep breaths.” His voice was low and soothing, almost convincing part of me that it would be okay, while the other part wanted to fight in fear and panic of the terrible pain that lay ahead.
He swallowed so hard I could hear it, as he got up and opened the cabinet and drawers, searching for the supplies he needed. I tried my best to not imagine the knife he found to cut into my flesh, but it came, no matter how hard I fought it. I was shaking uncontrollably by the time he settled down by my side.
With another deep breath he whispered. “It will be okay. It will.”
I shrieked arching up my back as the cool blade started cutting through my flesh. His other hand held me down, and I could almost feel him flinch at my scream.
“S-stop! Stop! You’re killing me!” I sobbed as he kept cutting all around the arrow. Pain, feeling like my shoulder was being ripped to pieces.
“Deep breaths, don’t hold your breath. I’m going to pull it on the count of three.”
I struggled to take a deep breath, dread and fear gripping my chest, crushing it, like it was trying to ground me to dust.
“One,”
No, no please. No. I can’t handle the pain.
“Two,”
Please, you’re going to kill me. No. I can’t. I can’t.
He jerked it out, pain shooting through my body, stars blinded my vision, as I lost consciousness.
Never turn your back on a truce, because no one hesitates on an open opportunity to strike.
@freedomwriter76
sorryyy I’ve been nonexistant. I’m 7 chapters away from being done with this so i’ve been very busy. (this is way behind how much there actually is but now that i’m less busy for the summer i’ll try to update more.)
(No warnings)
Chapter 13
Nathaniel
“It’s okay Nate…It’s just the woods.” I said quietly to myself. “Nothing to be afraid of.” I swallowed hard as I continued deeper in.
“It’s just some trees.” Trees that blocked out the sun, thick walls on every side. Trees that creaked and groaned behind me.
“That make some shadows.” Shadows that covered me, as if they were trying to swallow me up.
I jumped as a croak of a crow echoed behind me. Pushing the long, bony finger branches out of the path, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. Stumbling over a root I barely caught myself on a tree. Darkness was coming quickly.
I pocketed my compass and stumbled through the dark woods, until I finally came to a small clearing. There were bushes around the edges of the trees, but at least enough space for a small fire. It was like someone had made this spot. The ground even went down a little, a perfect spot for the fire. With a sigh I settled to the ground, hoping a fire would make everything seem so much less frightening.
Taking out the sticks I had collected earlier, I set them up in the hole. Striking a match, I threw it in with the smaller sticks, and it went out. I sighed and glanced up at the sky as a cloud started covering the full moon, darkness enveloping me even more. Again, I struck a match, and this time it slowly lit onto a small branch. Blowing on it, it slowly started to lick onto the others, and get a little bigger. I sighed with relief, settling back, onto sitting on the cool ground.
Opening my satchel, I took a small piece of dried meat, and bread, chewing on it while I watched the fire slowly grow. The flames reaching up and out, eager to grow, burning brighter and hotter. Though I had the fire before me, behind me the sounds, and creatures continued. What kind of creatures were out there? The fire brightened this small clearing, but more into the trees lay a curtain of darkness, hiding whoever, or whatever animal. Trees rustles and groans, owls screeches, cricket squeaks, and some noises that I didn’t know what they were.
Maybe if I laid down I could get some sleep? I sat down the rest of my bread, and laid down looking up at the sky. The clouds covered almost all of the moon. Like swallowing it up, so it could never shine again.
A rustling sound came from the trees on my left. I glanced that way, swallowing hard. It was probably just an owl. Or a bunny. Right? The rustling came closer, it was louder, thud, thud, thud, it went. I sucked in a sharp breath; I could see a huge outline of something through the bushes. My heart slammed in my chest, it parted through the bushes, coming towards the light. It was a massive beast, it had four legs with giant claws, small ears, and eyes, large snot and mouth. My whole body went rigid. It was a bear.
The bear came closer and closer to me. Five feet away, now four, two, and at about one foot away it stopped. It was smelling along the ground, it’s harsh breathing echoing in my ears. Was it going to attack me? I knew I’d have no chance against a huge beast like that.
It stepped closer, and a little closer. I held my breath, body rigid as I waited for it to sink its claws into me. It’s dark eyes bore right through me. He put his head near mine, his hot breath blowing in my face.
Tears pressed against the back of my eyeballs, chest tight from holding my breath as I silently pleaded for the bear to leave.
Please. I’m trying to find my sister, please let me live. I’m all she has.
Turning its head to the side, It slowly turned, nose twitching with a smell. I managed to quietly let out my breath, then taking another to hold. The bear found what it was smelling, my extra bread. Picking it up in its mouth it slowly walked away. The rustling and the thud, thud, thud getting quieter and fainter.
I let out the breath I had been holding, relief flooding through my system. I had never seen a bear, only heard about it.
I slowly sat up, trying to stop trembling. Death had brushed my shoulder, or rather literally smelled my face.
It’s okay. I’m okay. Deep breaths Nate. I took slow deep breaths, trying to slow my churning mind, and panicked rhythm-less heartbeat. What if it had tried to attack me? I would’ve been no match for it. And Grace would’ve been left alone. I swallowed hard thinking back to my dream about her. Those men looked as strong as bears. How could I stop them? I couldn’t.
So, what was I going to do…? I wasn’t a fighter. I had never been a fighter. Would I find Grace just to be held down and lose her again?
The panic, the desperation, the dread that I had felt came welling back inside me, a sob catching in my throat. I couldn’t lose her again. I would learn how to protect myself, and her.
But how?
Never turn your back on a truce, because no one hesitates on an open opportunity to strike.
@starshiness Writergram is just like the # and what people call people who are using instagram for their book/writing stuff or are part of the writing community. 🙂
Never turn your back on a truce, because no one hesitates on an open opportunity to strike.
(TW- fight scenes, un-aliving people)
Chapter 12
Roger
I got up out of my bed for the seventh time in the last hour. Sleep would not come. I paced back and forth across the room. The girl stayed in my mind. What was I supposed to do? Just keep her?
They had hurt her in so many ways. I couldn’t just let her go. I swallowed hard as my feet traveled back to the door, then away. I had to protect her from ever being hurt again. From anyone else. I bit my lip. Or from me.
Glancing at the window, I saw it was still pretty dark, the slightest bit of light coming from the not yet risen sun. One thing was for sure, I couldn’t sleep, and if I couldn’t sleep why stay in here at all, where I am just at war with myself fighting in-between my past and reality? I walked out the door, with a soft tread.
Maggie, who had been still sleeping, opened an eye and looked up at me, and closed them back. She had done a lot in her long life, she deserved to sleep even when I could not.
Setting some logs in the fireplace I struck a match, and started them ablaze to warm the chilly kitchen. I sighed, seeing that that was the last of the cut firewood. With everything happening I must have forgotten to cut more.
I could go get more now. I started out then stopped. Wait… But wasn’t it almost breakfast time? Wouldn’t the girl be anxious if she woke up without the breakfast she had every morning? I walked softly over to her door, and listened. I didn’t hear anything. She must have been asleep. I could just go grab some firewood real quick, not a ton, but enough for a couple days, then hurry back and have breakfast made before she even knows I was gone.
“Yes.” I said softly. That is what I’ll do.
Leaving Maggie with her, I slipped out the back door, grabbing the ax that leaned against the wall, and set it over my shoulder. I breathed deeply as I started out into the woods, a pale pink starting to light up the sky. I stepped lightly but surely through the woods, knowing where every rock and tree was, and would at no account stumble or run into any even in the low light.
Finding a small tree that looked right, I started chopping. The ax slicing into the tree echoing with a nice ring that helped me relax. A sigh of relief flowed through me, my muscles and joints held tight from stress loosening up.
Letting the ax fly into the wood again with a thunk, I stopped. Was it just the echo or had I heard something? Stopping, I held my breath and listened. Birds chirped to each other, and squirrels chattered. I grabbed the ax and pulled it out, shrugging off the tenseness rising back in me. It was probably just a deer or other animals waking up.
Lifting the ax again, I suddenly dropped to the ground. An arrow whizzed over my head, striking the tree I was cutting down. I sighed. These deer hunters needed to be more careful.
“Hey, I’m not a deer. Just cutting a tree down.” What did they think I was, a bear? “And this is my land.” I added, not to scare them off, but I know some would probably want to shoot me if they thought I was doing it on someone else’s land.
No reply came. I frowned.
“Hello?” Till no reply. I slowly got up, eyes searching the bushes. A knot started to tighten in my stomach. If this wasn’t some young hunter…
Two more arrows came hurtling towards me, jumping out of the way of one, I grabbed the second, and threw it to the ground. Grabbing the ax, I ran straight towards where those had come.
“Show yourselves you scoundrels!” I yelled, mind whirling. Why on earth had soldiers from the camp come at this hour, and why weren’t they acting like they usually did?
I ducked behind a tree that took the arrow meant for me. They were in a tree.
Stepping out of the safety of the trees I threw the ax at one of the men. It hit its mark right in the middle, and he and it fell to the ground with a scream. I circled the tree which held the other. He didn’t shoot every time I slightly showed myself like I thought he would, an archer only has so many arrows, and he seemed to know this, unlike the foolish soldiers.
I whirled as a sharp thump landed behind me. Another had been in the tree, who had jumped down and he had a sword. Flashing a wicked grin of satisfaction, he jabbed his sword at me. I jumped back, his sword only cutting bits of cloth instead of me. I whipped around a tree, grabbing a large stone, and chunked it at him. He ducked, but I saw his plan, leading me towards the archer. If only I had my sword.
As his sword came towards me, I grabbed a log and used it to block. His sword got stuck in it, grunting a swear as he tried to pull it from my grip and the log. Jerking it away, I took the sword with still the log attached at the end, and chunked it up and knocked the archer out of the tree right as he let go of an arrow straight at me.
I smiled. I had missed the art of using what you had to save your life. I grabbed the arrow out of the air, letting it’s momentum stay with a turn, and I let it go right into the sword less man. He doubled over in pain, groaning by his men who lay motionless beside him.
“Who are y-”
The words stopped in my mouth as a scream reached my ears. I knew that scream. It was the girl.
“No!”
Jerking the sword from the log, I sprinted towards the house. I had to get there in time. I couldn’t be too late. Not again.
Never turn your back on a truce, because no one hesitates on an open opportunity to strike.
(TW- er, nagative self talk/depression?)
Chapter 11
X392
I kept my eyes closed, pretending I was asleep, until the door closed softly behind him. Opening my eyes, I saw on the chair next to me a steaming bowl of something. It smelled wonderful, nothing like the mush at the camp. Pulling the bowl down on my lap, I slowly stirred it up, trying to figure out what was inside. Carrots? Potatoes? And some sort of… no, it can’t be… but it looked like it was…meat.
Was this for someone else? Even for the soldiers, meat was special. But I’m not a soldier. Just a stupid X. Glancing around the room that was ten times larger than my lean to, I looked for someone else who could be more deserving of this meal. But there was no one.
With my hands shaking slightly, I took the spoon, and took a hesitant bite of the soup. Immediately, flavor washed through my mouth. Flavors I forgot existed–when all I had was bland–swirled in my mouth. The savory flavor in my mouth got stronger, as I chewed, and stayed in my mouth as I swallowed.
“Mmm.” I had never tasted anything so good.
I took another bite, and another, letting the new tastes take me to places I’ve never been, and the heat of it to warm my achy cold body. I closed my eyes, slightly letting my muscles relax for once. It felt amazing.
With a small sigh, I opened my eyes. Who were these people who were treating me with food fit for a king? Looking over I noticed there was something else on the chair. Something light blue. Sitting my half-eaten stew to my side, I slowly, and painfully sat up on my knees to see what it was.
It was clothing, folded up nicely. I picked it up, and it unfolded, showing its true self. A dress. I gasped; I hadn’t ever seen anything so beautiful. The blueprint was all over, with pretty white buttons down the front, and white lace around the top, and around the sleeves.
“Is this for me?” I barely whispered. How could that be? I hadn’t been allowed to wear a dress in years. And if I had been, it would never be anything this beautiful.
Glancing around to see if this new treasure belonged to someone else, I gently rubbed the soft fabric. I think that somehow, in this strange place, they must think I’m something, so they gave this to me.
Sitting it back at its spot, I used the chair for support to help me stand up. It hurt, but my excitement with this new treasure motivated me to do so anyway. I started to pull off my shirt, but then stopped hearing a noise outside the door. I quickly pulled it back down, waiting for someone to enter. I tensed up. Maybe they would take my two treasures. I didn’t deserve them.
The noise moved away to a different part of the house. I sighed. I was safe with my treasures, for at least a little longer.
I picked back up the dress. There was no way for me to know if someone or something else would burst in at any time. So, I slipped the dress over my other clothes, just in case.
I thought about what had happened. The soft voice, and gentle touch is what perplexed me but at the same time comforted me. It was so different from what I have had all my life—that is, what all I remember having—and it was different in a good way. Was the one who did that the one who gave me the food and dress? I wanted to know more about this person.
But I didn’t. Days passed by, and still I knew nothing about him. I would say he was kind, and generous, because three times a day he would come and bring me meals and drinks, but he never showed any feelings of kindness. At first, I was afraid of him, so big and tall, but he didn’t do anything, other than bring things I needed. He would walk in, a cloak on, his face just a shadow, never showing how he was underneath.
My curiosity took over after the fear faded. Who was he? What was he like? Was he comforting? I thought so, when he first touched me, but he has never again touched me in any way in these four days that have passed. Why won’t he talk? If I say thank you, he just nods. Was he worried he’d hurt me? I didn’t know. And so that’s what kept me thinking in my free time.
A feeling I was very used to started sinking in now. That empty feeling inside me, the ache in my chest. Loneliness. The way I try to make other things, like food, or some other object your friend, so that I can cut out the echoes more. But it didn’t work. My thoughts echo off empty walls in my brain, there was no one to talk to. I was still alone.
Yes, the kind man gave me everything I could want, clothes, food, nice room. But it still lacked something. Something that without it, made me ach inside. Like an empty hole inside me, that had gotten bigger, and bigger every day that I pass without it. Not even knowing if there was anything that could fill it. Or if anyone would. Who would want to help a stupid X like me?
I swallowed hard, but no tears formed in my eyes. It seemed like the lack of this thing made it hard to feel, like someone hit the off switch on my emotions. I gazed down at the ground.
I’m hollow.
Broken.
Empty.
Worthless.
Never turn your back on a truce, because no one hesitates on an open opportunity to strike.
@freedomwriter76
lol, you’re good! And THANK YOU 😊
And yes, most of the time it is, but KP likes to un italic and it’s annoying. Only sometimes it isn’t and those instances might be to confuse you on purpose 👀
Thanks again!!
And yes, he’s supposed to and everyone hates his guts, as they should lol.
I’ll go ahead and add a couple more chapters. But no rush, get to them whenever. 🙂
Never turn your back on a truce, because no one hesitates on an open opportunity to strike.
@power sorry it took so long, and thank you! There is two new chapters and i’ll add more soon 👀
LOL yes, i’ll do that next time.
Never turn your back on a truce, because no one hesitates on an open opportunity to strike.
(TW- our villain, threats of violence, mention of injury)
Chapter 10
General Seznick
I tapped my pen against the wall, as I went over our plan for leaving.
“Why couldn’t those commanders write in proper English, or with a legible handwriting?” I growled under my breath, as I strained my eyes to read the smudged words before me.
Tossing my pen aside I got up, and rolled the papers and maps up, laying them in a cabinet nearby my desk. I walked across the room thinking of the newest reports about my X. She seemed to be progressing badly. She had been worse with working, and missed line up time, or showing up late multiple times. My messenger brought me word last night that for not coming for line up till three buzzers, she got cut and thrown out for a night, and had a soldier go beat her up. I smiled. She must be hurting, and broken now, coming back to the camp. Just in the place I wanted her.
“And right time too.” I mumbled leafing through the pages of calendars from three years ago. This time I wouldn’t miss it. It wouldn’t escape from me. She has to be here when it happens.
Walking past my shelves, I stopped, picking up the bottle full with the ashes from three years ago. He had been more powerful than I had imagined. Burning everything in sight.
Setting the bottle down, I headed back towards my desk. Settling in my chair with a soft squeak, I picked up her file again. None of my spies could find more information about anyone related to her. It was like they vanished off the face of the earth. Looking at her picture, I had to admit, she was a lot prettier when she was younger. But she didn’t have to be pretty to be my warrior.
“General Seznick!” The door flew open with a loud bang and my messenger ran in.
Closing the file, I stood up to my full height glaring down at the boy “Henry! What did I tell you about not storming in, but waiting until I say you may enter?!”
He shrank back, and took a bow. “I-I’m s-sorry s-sir. B-but they said it was an u-urgent message.”
I nodded. “Very well, I’ll let this one pass.” I inwardly frowned. What in the world has happened now? “Well, what is it?”
The dark-haired boy fidgeted, then looked up to me. “I am supposed to give you word that the X has not returned, and that scouts cannot find any trace of her, or the man that was told to beat her up.”
“What?!” No! This one can’t slip out of my grasp! The last one ran away at about this time too. WE MUST FIND HER.
I slammed my fist down on the table, so hard everything on it bounced. Anger boiled up inside me. “Well, tell Commander Shortez to start a search immediately! To the West, South, North, and East! And if that man and the girl are not found in the next Sun down, I’ll kill all of you idiots!” I roared, cursing him.
“You don’t come back to me until you have that girl! Do you hear me?!” I grabbed my knife and threw it, landing with a thunk inches from the boy’s head.
He flinched, and nodded. “Y-yes s-s-sir!” He shakily saluted.
“Now, leave!” I chucked a book at him.
He ducked and scurried out the door.
“Ugh!” I slammed my fists into the table again. What if she got away…?
NO. She won’t. I dug my fingernails into my hands. It didn’t matter who I needed to take out to get the job done. I’d kill them all if I needed. All that was important was getting my X back.
Picking up my pencil I squeezed it. Seeing the flames in my head. The burning smell of my own flesh.
No. She won’t get away this time. And she’ll pay for running off like this. I cracked the pencil in half, a smile lightening my face.
And when I find her, she’s going to wish she had never been born.
Never turn your back on a truce, because no one hesitates on an open opportunity to strike.