"You are a weapon." "I am a weapon" "Your purpose is only to destroy." "My purpose is only to destroy." Not this again. Mother combed my hair gently and gave me the "You are a weapon" speech again. Sometime's I think she really believes she's hypnotizing me. But am I really just a weapon? Was I only created to destroy? It sometimes seems like there's no other purpose to be around. She kept doing this for an hour until Father walked in.
"I have a mission tomorrow, and I'm gonna bring weapon with me." Mother gave him a stern look, "Now you know this weapon has a name and it's Lyric, this is the last time I'm going to ask you to call her that!" Father waved her off, "Whatever, just make sure I can use her for the mission." Mother made a humph and put her hands on her hips.
I was about to get up and go to my room when Father looked out the window. "Ugh, that damn hobo is out there again." "You mean the one who's a;ways begging for food and money?" Mother asked, picking up a basket of laundry and walking to the kitchen for some odd reason. "Yes, that's the one. And he's been getting on my nerves for quite some time, it's obvious that he's not going anywhere in life..." He looked at me, I straightened up but looked away, already knowing what he wanted.
"Weapon, please go dispose of that...trash." I shook with anger a little at the way he said man is only human, it's not his fault he lost everything. I walked as slow as I could towards the door and outside. The man looked happy to see me and stared up at me with shiny eyes and holding up his beggars cup. "Run" I whispered. I knew he wouldn't get away, but a head start would at least ease the bad feeling in my gut. I held up my scythe and he quickly got the message, and ran. I sighed.
"No, please, spare me!" he pleaded as he hung in mid air, "I wish I could." I replied and slashed the scythe down into his flesh as deep as I could make it go. I stared at the bloody body now cut in two. I didn't want to go back, I already knew this, but who knows what might happen if I just take off running now. I disgust myself, I'm too much of a coward to even take the chance to run. Father started calling me back, asking if I was done, telling me not to go overboard and to save my energy for the mission. My hands tightened into fists.
I gritted my teeth together, feeling the anger hot within me. I turned and walked back, not looking at his face. I said nothing to my mother as she stared straight ahead at my Father's back and went to my room and shut the door.
"Have you gone mad?" Mother yelled. "No, don't you see dear wife? With this we can rule the world! We can be kings and queens of the five great nations!" "You really have gone mad." Mother stared at Father with disbelieve, "That's it, I'm getting rid of this weapon once and for all." "You will do no such thing!" "Look at yourself! You've gone mad, you killed your own teammates and failed the mission because you killed off everyone!" "I had to make sacrifices to make it out alive." "Sacrifices, sacrifices! Pah, rubbish!" Mother scoffed as she walked towards me. Father grabbed her arm, but Mother only turned as slapped him. She proceeded her way towards me.
Then Father said something that made me hate him and myself forever for, "Weapon! Kill her, kill your mother!" I shook my head no as my eyes widened, Mother cried and ran towards me, Father continuing on about his madness.
And then it happened.
Four stab marks were seen through her stomach up to her heart, though nothing touched her. And she fell to the ground, bleeding. Father mad ea crazed laugh as she whispered her last words of hate to him. I screamed for her, somehow I had gotten attached to her even though she treats me like a weapon, but she's nothing like my father. I cried and screamed and screamed and yearned for her to come back. But nothing happened, she just layed limp in my arms. She was gone.
And did I mention that I'm only three and a half years old?