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File 02: Wounds

Adapting to a new space was always difficult to Cathaline. Even after years of living with certain individuals, never came to trust one iota, as a caged animal.

That afternoon, she dressed in the most comfortable she found in the closet packed fresh, clean clothes on her new room and waited until Monsoon was to meet her. Walked beside him as she listened vague explanations of each area facing as they advanced in their World Marshal tour. The building was huge and looked busy with the comings and goings of people in suits, soldiers in uniform, scientists and other individuals robe barely rose in view of the various documents and electronic products carrying in hands. A few were in groups of two or three and discussed various issues as they moved swiftly to their respective offices step.

-Here is where you will perform your training.

They had arrived at a kind of wide room with concrete floor and ceiling at a height equivalent to two floors.

-I trust you will find it appropriate. Before starting, should speak with the Senator...

Monsoon tried to take the girl's arm to lead her outside, but what was once subject became the fog and two meters away from him condensed.

-Then it's true...

A Cheshire cat smile spread across the face of the man in white suit.

-Armstrong alleged that you possessed some special condition. I confess I was somewhat skeptical.

Cathaline simply looked away. Monsoon shrugged.

-Come on. We'll don't do him wait.

Both went to the office of Senator. Cathaline was with the senses more alert than when she arrived. Maybe just knew he was testing, but that was no reason to lower her guard.

The office of Senator Armstrong was spacious and austere but elegant, a huge window let in the evening light pouring removing some coldness that inspired white and gray walls. The truth was that Senator rarely found in installations over a day or two. His relationship with that company was nonexistent for the public eye, and should be maintained. He was standing at the window enjoying the smell that they issued the pure carrying on between the fingers of the right hand. He turned to look at them when Monsoon announced his presence. He smiled at the girl with a better presentation than when they had been of that slum.

-Then, what do you think? This will be your home until you are ready to begin fulfilling your task.

-Task? - She let go with a firm whisper.

-Sure. You see, there's a reason why I brought you here. You could very well serve my purposes and, in return, have a fairly comfortable life... and more dignified.

-What purposes?

-Come here.

Cathaline obeyed the gesture of the hand of the largest and stood beside him, looking out the window.

-You see all these people? They are rotten inside. Most simply go around with a false mask of happiness on they face. Study because it is what their parents expect of them, then work on something they hate to have the independence they crave, meet someone, get married, have children, have an average house in an average neighborhood and just live by the obligation to live. They let the media direct their lives and passively defend causes that do not believe. They whole life is automated. Controlled by bigger fish that were smart enough to seize power for themselves.

What is this...?

-I have a goal, Cat, release all these people from the chains that do not allow them to think for themselves. Everyone has something they believe, something that would die. But they haven't the opportunity to fight for it because garbage bureaucracy retains them. I know this may sound harsh for someone in your age, but I am sure you understand.

Monsoon sat at the desk and crossed his legs with a flourish.

-You want to abolish the current rules to give them freedom.

Cathaline muttered.

-What a list! With true freedom, everyone will be able to control their own destiny, decide why to live for and to die for...

-At what cost?

Armstrong pondered his answer for a moment as he slowly exhaled cigar smoke.

-Always you have a goal, sacrifices are necessary, but I can assure you it will be worth. And you, my little girl, you'll be my right arm, my righteous sword that will eliminate the obstacles that impede to society evolves.

-I'm not going to kill just because you request ¡t. -she sentenced- Politicians are always the same, how do you know this is what people want?

A drop of blood trickled down in Cat's cheek. The slap that Armstrong had given her had such force that the flesh of her face was opened against the cheekbone of her skull. Monsoon darkened his face.

-They are blind, they don't know what they want and what they need much less. I got you out of poverty and mediocrity. I'm giving you the opportunity to stand out from the dross in which you grew up. The least you owe me is total obedience... Or have to shew you with other methods.

The voice of Armstrong was quiet and burlesque, even dangerous. Monsoon watched expectantly.

-Clear?

-Yes... -she murmured it giving in and returning her gaze to the floor.

-Then, are you with us? -ask offering reached out his hand.

-Yes -responded with renewed vigor the girl holding the hand of that man.

Senator shook hands like someone closes a deal.

-You can retire. -he release her- That Monsoon give you the details.- the aforementioned stood.- He will take care of your training.

Cat made a slightest nod to say goodbye and walk towards the exit with Monsoon. She let him guided. They walked through some corridors and came to a somewhat smaller, with almost identical decoration except for a pair of sais crimson handle on display on the wall office. Monsoon offered her a seat in a black leather chair with a wave of his hand and she accepted without saying anything.

He approached her and tried to take Cat's chin, she just made an instinctive movement, as a slight shake to prevent the touch. Monsoon did not move back.

I must check you. -said flatly.

She nodded. The biggest caught her chin with his right hand while his left examined the wound and bruised her cheek. It was shallow, but the impact was quite strong. However, Monsoon could not help noticing that she did not make the slightest gesture of pain. Cat slightly shivered at the touch of his fingers.

-Not so bad but we have to clean it.

She nodded again.

In one of the drawers of his desk he pulled a metal box and took cotton. He lost sight of Cat an instant when he walked in the door to his private sink where moistened cotton and turned, gentle movements but reaching deep cleaned the traces of blood coagulated and, incidentally, wiped the trail left by the drop that had fallen earlier. He returned to the box and took a new cotton and moistened with alcohol. Again, placed beside her.

-It's going to burning you.

He slid cotton by the extent of the wound and Cat closed her eyes slightly frowning in sorrow. Sometimes passions anesthetize the pain, but do not last long.

-There. By now you should rest. Tomorrow morning I'll look for you to start the training.

She got up and mumbled something that sounded a 'thank you' and went straight to her room.

Monsoon threw the trash the cottons and put the box back in the drawer. He sat down on the reclining chair and let his mind run. He understood her. She lost everything in a fit of selfishness of someone else. He could feel her pain, but also their determination to continue living. However... She had a lot to learn if she don't wanted to being eaten alive. Because the strong prey on the weak, and she was not weak but had not yet found the motivation to prove otherwise. Her dull eyes and her serious face... Probably would remind him much in his youth... Come to think, most likely it would be that she had not eaten all day.

He smiled slightly taking the intercom. He would ensure that serve something to her. Of no serving a trainee who did not have the strength to move the next day.