"Dawn, take this man out."
As ordered, with one swift strike with my metallic fans, I cut down the man's head. He was covered with blood, and trembled just beneath my feet. The last thing that came out his mouth was a beg for mercy. I looked down at his blank stare from his cut-out head, then joined my master's side.
"You have been quite busy today, Dawn, killing all these people."
I only shook my head and looked down, letting a soft sigh escape my thin pink lips.
"Dawn, let's get in the car and go back home."
Without any word, I did what he said, got very slowly in the car and sat back.
On my ride home, I kept my head resting on the window, staring blankly at the clear black sky decorated with beautiful small white pearls. I closed my eyes.
After 15 minutes, I woke up when the driver parked the car.
One of the guards took a firm hold of my arm and wouldn't let go of it. I started to struggle hard and free my hurt hand but it was no use.
"Stop struggling, you won't be able to get free."
"Let go of me, I can walk to my room. I won't run away," I started to struggle again. After a few more attempts, I gave up.
The man took me directly toward my room, threw me forward at my bed and shut the door before locking me in.
I removed some bangs of hair from my round brown eyes. I sat straight up ahead on the bed and held my face in my hands, and let another soft sigh escape my lips.
How did I end up like this? It had been around two months since I started to kill people, clean, and work to death.
A tear escaped my eye. I removed it and went directly to removing my clothes and getting in the shower. I let the warm water slide down my cold body. I shivered a bit.
After a good time of showering, I wore my pajamas, a white shirt and blue pants, and got directly in bed. I stared for what seemed like an hour at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't help but think of how all of this I started to work for him.Heihachi. Heihachi Mishima himself. I then realized my pillow was all soaked up, and when I checked it was my tears. I removed my tears, and I looked around in what wasn't much of a room. It had a small bed, all dirty and ripped with a filthy blanket. I usually freeze in the bed. The paint on the wall is pealing of a bit, and water drips from the ceiling. The hole in the middle of the ceiling was TERRIBLE!
Every day for the past two months, the old man made my life a big torture, I wake up every morning hoping things will change. I couldn't help but let another tear escape but eyes.
I just hope that one day I will be free, remember who am I, where I come from, and return home to my beloved family. I just hope so.