Chapter 6: First Day of Training
Screw this! Kill first, ask questions later.
I swung at her with the Blade of Calamity, the weapon barely biting into her shoulder before she grabbed hold of my wrist. In a frightening display of skill, she disarmed me with ease and pinned me to the bed while seated atop me.
"You know, you’re the type of kid who grows up to be a serial killer or a mass murderer. I’m going to have a lot of work on my hands if I’m going to educate you properly."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You’re borderline psychopathic! Who stabs someone for no reason?"
"Who sneaks into the bed of a minor? We both have our issues."
She chuckled.
"Tell me something: has anyone ever gotten close to you without you wanting to kill them? Have you ever received a hug from a parent, or maybe a teacher embraced you after you did something good?"
What the hell is she talking about? What game is she playing?
"Don’t tell me the only human touch you’ve ever felt was a punch to the face or a kick to the stomach."
We both stared at each other in silence, and that’s when I noticed the tears welling up in her eyes.