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Her P.O.V:

Here I am agian. The room he brings me every night. Chained to this bed agian. I wasn't even bad this time. I think he just likes hearing my screams. Well, that and I am the only girl here. Every where I look its boys. I'm here in this abbey that is to train kids, well, boys to become emotionless bladers.

I hear the door click, and I feel my body tense. He's back and I hear him rustling with his clothes and looking for more things to make me scream with. My cuts and bruises still fresh from the other night. He only beats me, this is the first time he has removed his clothes. I must have done something pretty bad.

I feel him move on to the bed. I look up into his purple eyes. I can see the evil glint in them and my stomach clenches. I shiver and I think he knows, because a smirk crosses his lips. That smirk makes me feel uneasy and I vow whatever he does to me tonight, I'll try and not make a sound.

I twitch as he runs his fingers over my bruises and he licks his lips. I watch him, trying to figure out what it is that he is up to. He leans down towards my small form and nips my earlobe. My body cringes and that causes him to chuckle as he says. "My touch not good enough for you, girl?" He continues to smirk at me. "Well too bad, you are too little and helpless to stop me."

He moves himself on top of me and I look up at him with fear in my eyes. I think he liked seeing that fear. I think it gave him that feeling of power over me. He does that sickening smile as he gets in between my legs. I close my eyes and brace my self for whats coming.

I feel something painful in between my legs and I try not to cry out in pain. A couple of tears run down my cheeks. He notices that I am trying not to scream and he does it harder. I gasps and close my eyes tighter and this angers him. He does it harder and faster, tightening the chains. He leans down and bites my body, leaving marks all over.

I can't hold in the pain any longer and I scream out. My screams echo through the abbey halls. This makes him happy and he says my name. I open my eyes, showing no more fear towards this man, only showing pain and hatred.

His P.O.V. :

Here I am almost asleep, thinking that I won't hear those painful screams. But boy was I wrong. They seem louder then before. Who ever is being tortured, I am glad its not me. I look over at my friend that I share my room with. I wonder how he can sleep through those screams.

I roll over to my side and try to block the screams out. It sounds like they are dying. I wonder if anyone's been beat to death here. What am I thinking? Of course kids have been beaten to death here.

I yawn and shove my head under my pillow. Why can't they just shut up? Don't they know that screaming only make them happier? I grab my pillow as I sit up and walk over to my friend's bed. I poke him and he moves over to give me some room.

I usually crawl in bed with him if I can't sleep. He is my best friend, besides Dranzer, she is first. I curl up and pull the covers over me. I close my eyes and drift into a deep slumber as the screaming stops.

Her P.O.V.:

When I awake the next morning, at least I think its morning. I look around the room to see if he is still there. I notice he's not and that he has unchained my wrists. I sit up and wince a little from the pain. My throat hurts from the screaming. I've never had to scream that loud. He enjoyed it, what ever he was doing to me.

I look down at my body and notice all the bite marks he's left on me. I look around for my clothes and notice them one the floor in a corner. I slide of the bed and walk over to the pile, feeling a pain in between my legs as I walk. I slowly put my shirt over my head and place my arms through the arm holes. I put my panties and pants back on and slowly walk to the door.

I open the door and peek out, I see that the boys are up and running around trying to get where need to be before they are punished. I grab my blade and run to the training area I am to be in. I just barely make it on time.

I look at all the boys, there were five of them. I've never seen these boys before. They seemed to be around my age, and all staring at me like I was an alien or something. Haven't they ever seen a girl before?

"What are you?" I hear a boy with icy blue eyes and funny looking red hair ask me. I look at him as if he were blind. "I am a girl." I replied to them.

"What are you doing here? Boris says girls are weak creatures. And by the looks of those marks on your arms, I say he's right." Says a boy with light lavender hair and eyes. I cringe at the name Boris. I hate that name and I hate that man.

I roll my eyes at the boy. "Not all girls are weak." Three of the boys laugh, the red head and a boy with two toned hair just stare at me. What are they looking at? Why are they staring at me?

Just then the trainer comes in and starts barking commands at us in Russian. The boys understand what he is saying and I just stare blankly at this man. He looks at me and says something to me in Russian. I just blink and raises a brow. What is he saying to me?

The red head whispers to me, telling me that the trainer is telling me that I am to battle Brian. I nod and the trainer sees the red head translating to me. I guess the wasn't allowed because the trainer hit him across the face. I stare at the boy, to see if he's okay, but the look on his face remains emotionless.

The trainer looks at me and grins. I stare at him as he speaks in English to me now. "So, you girl don't understand Russian " I don't know if I was suppose to answer or not, but it earned me a slap across the face. I hissed in pain and close my eyes, trying not to look weak in front of the boys. They are wrong, girls are strong.

The trainer didn't like that and pulled my face up to look at him. "Answer girl, or face worse." I open my eyes and look at him. "No, I do not understand Russian Sir." He lets me go and shrugs "Then learn." I glare up at him and about to yell at him. I think the red head noticed because he nudged me, which caused me to look at him. He shook his head lightly and I understand to hold my tongue. I look forward again and wait for my turn to battle.

The red head is up against a blonde, tall boy now. He looks like he has the upper hand. I wonder if the losers get punished. I wonder if I'll get punished worse if I lose.

The red haired boy, who I just found out was Tala, won against the blonde boy, who was Spencer. It was now my turn and I went and took my place at the dish. I found out that Brian was the lavender haired boy. He stood across from me with a smirk on his face. He winks and I scowl at him and place my blade in its launcher.

His P.O.V.:

I look at this girl and wonder why she is here. Is she an importance to grandfather? And she must be pretty bad to have all those marks on her arms. Why am I staring at her? Why can't I take my eyes off of her?

Tala even helped her. Which earned him to get hit. Why did Tala help her? He knew he would get punished. I lean on the wall and cross my arms and close my eyes. Was it her screams I heard all these nights? I'll probably hear them to night, because she is going to lose the match to Brian. Brian has never lost a match. I open my eyes and stare across at her again. Brain's getting ready to do his finishing move on her, but what is she doing?

Her blade is glowing. Can it be? Does she have a sacred spirit as well? Is that why grandfather allowed her here? I'll have to ask Grandfather the next time I talk to him. I look over at Tala as he looks at me. He nods his head and I raise a brow. Even Tala notices the light of the spirit.

Is she going to be the one that beats Brian? If she does she will be able to sleep soundly tonight, right? I look back at her face, it shows strength She has the power to fight. I can see that. I remember seeing her cringe at Boris' name. Was he the one that beat her?

I've been beaten by Boris before, but I have a feeling that she's had far worse then me or any of the guys. I watch as a giant white phoenix comes out of the girls blade. On the birds wings it has a red tint on the tips of it's feathers. I feel a chill as the bird appears and notices that I'm not the only one that felt it. I look over to Brian and try and read his features. He looks surprised by this girls bit beast. I let a small smirk grace my lips for a split second. I now know that this girl is the one that's going to end Brian's winning streak.

I watch as she knocks Brian's blade out of the dish. She smiles and I feel my body shiver, but I'm not cold. Why did her smile affect me like that?