Post by matt on Feb 25, 2012 19:46:52 GMT -5
I stepped out of the car, grabbing the bags with my few worldly possessions, expression flat and empty. Today was the day my life would change forever, the day I met my "teacher". I glanced coldly at the hunter who had brought me here, brown eyes frigid. I hated them all, but they didn't know it. They thought it was just my personality, that of a cold, slightly talented little boy. I hid myself well. I had, since she had died in training. That was the day I swore I would leave them one day.
It had started out as a pretty good day overall. I was going to go watch my sister in a sparring match. It was supposed to be a good match, but in the end she was supposed to win. I remember standing there, thrilled as she fought, looking so graceful and amazing. Then the horror as her smirking opponent caught her off guard and ran her through. He had then tossed her to the side, arrogantly, to a cheering crowd. My whole life had crumbled in a moment, my last connection to my family gone. She had been so full of life, and so caring about me. I was 6 years old...
After that, I took care to hide in plain site. I played the role of the fool well. Minimally intelligent, but with a fairly precise eye for shooting. They "tried" to teach me, but had given up, never knowing that I had picked it all up, absorbing the skills and knowledge like a sponge. At night I would practice, until everything was second nature. Someday, I would kill the hunter who had murdered her. Sarah had been 7 years older than me, but didn't have the arrogance that a lot of the other trainees had. She had been about to go to her final teacher. I had known she was going to go, but she had promised to come back to me. Now, she never could. And that boy... he was going to die one day. I was generally not a bloodthirsty or ruthless as my peers, but in this case, nothing short of his life would do. Then, I didn't know what would happen then. I would leave, maybe travel the world. Find out about this whole werewolf thing from a different view. Maybe they were wrong. Maybe the hunters were the monsters. I had certainly seen enough monstrosity among my classmates and teachers. they lived to kill, some of them in the most cruel way possible. They said werewolves were sub-human, but were we really human?
I pulled myself out of my thoughts, following my guard up to the house. The guard knocked, and I braced myself. A man answered, and I was soon passed off, following the man who had been introduced as Viktor inside. I maintained my icy exterior, knowing my life depended on it. Hunters didn't take well to traitors...
Tagged: Viktor
Word count: 492
It had started out as a pretty good day overall. I was going to go watch my sister in a sparring match. It was supposed to be a good match, but in the end she was supposed to win. I remember standing there, thrilled as she fought, looking so graceful and amazing. Then the horror as her smirking opponent caught her off guard and ran her through. He had then tossed her to the side, arrogantly, to a cheering crowd. My whole life had crumbled in a moment, my last connection to my family gone. She had been so full of life, and so caring about me. I was 6 years old...
After that, I took care to hide in plain site. I played the role of the fool well. Minimally intelligent, but with a fairly precise eye for shooting. They "tried" to teach me, but had given up, never knowing that I had picked it all up, absorbing the skills and knowledge like a sponge. At night I would practice, until everything was second nature. Someday, I would kill the hunter who had murdered her. Sarah had been 7 years older than me, but didn't have the arrogance that a lot of the other trainees had. She had been about to go to her final teacher. I had known she was going to go, but she had promised to come back to me. Now, she never could. And that boy... he was going to die one day. I was generally not a bloodthirsty or ruthless as my peers, but in this case, nothing short of his life would do. Then, I didn't know what would happen then. I would leave, maybe travel the world. Find out about this whole werewolf thing from a different view. Maybe they were wrong. Maybe the hunters were the monsters. I had certainly seen enough monstrosity among my classmates and teachers. they lived to kill, some of them in the most cruel way possible. They said werewolves were sub-human, but were we really human?
I pulled myself out of my thoughts, following my guard up to the house. The guard knocked, and I braced myself. A man answered, and I was soon passed off, following the man who had been introduced as Viktor inside. I maintained my icy exterior, knowing my life depended on it. Hunters didn't take well to traitors...
Tagged: Viktor
Word count: 492