Waking the Storm
Sorry about the last one, I just have never traumatized people with cliffhangers and I wanted to know how it felt; well now I do, so no more cliffhangers! Still in Winter's P.O.V. because Leelu is just practicing shooting and sleeping and such things.
I woke up in a small room with windows as the only lighting. A small table with water sat next to me and a blurry outline of a figure sat next to my bed. As my eyes began to focus, I recognized the figure as the man that had saved me. I tried to sit up to further examine my surroundings, but he gently pushed me back down. I laid back at his insist and rested back on the pillows.
I kept having a feeling like I knew this man from somewhere though, as if I'd seen him everyday of my life but the name just slipped me. Then it hit me like a lightning bolt. Legato Bluesummers.
"Legato?" I murmured softly to myself. It was such a nice name, smooth and easy to say.
He looked at me after I said his name and seemed to smile a little.
"Do you need anything Winter?" he asked politely, as if I was a princess and he my loyal servant.
"Winter, don't call him Legato you dim whit, call him Master, it's polite for your sake, I have no need to call him that, but you have a reason to."
"No Master," I whispered softly, "I'm fine."
Legato seemed a bit surprised that I had called him Master, but he looked quite pleased at the same time.
"You seem to have caught on very quickly Winter, even quicker than anticipated; I shall bring Master Knives to heal your wounds."
He got up from the chair he had been sitting in and walked from the room leaving me alone.
Soon, a woman came into the room carrying my clothes. She had purple hair, a cream colored trench coat and an eye patch. I could tell she had neatly washed and repaired my clothes while I had been asleep.
"E-excuse me miss?" I asked as the lady set my clothes on the chair Legato had been sitting in.
"Yes?" she replied, not looking up.
"Can you please tell me where I am? I really don't have a clue." I asked.
"You are in Knives' sanctuary," she answered, "Master Legato took you in because you have untapped power and hatred for the human race, or at least part of your mind seems to."
"Thank you very much," I replied.
"And another thing," she said calmly, "you'll do a lot better around here if you call people Mistress or Master, since you're the new arrival and you're the lowest rank."
"Thank you Mistress," I answered, "I'll remember that."
Then, Legato and a tall man entered the room. The female's eyes widened and she bowed and quickly left the room. The tall man had to be Knives that Legato had mentioned earlier. Knives stood over me looking down on me like I was filth. I wanted to curl up into the smallest corner I could find and hide from his power, but I stared him dead in the eyes.
He kneeled down to my level and rested his ear on my heart. He took firm hold of my wrists and closed his eyes. His breath slowed and evened out so it was smooth and even. I closed my eyes and then felt a sudden warmth flood through my body. Not warmth like from the sun, but warmth that would come from heaven, or an angel.
I opened my eyes and saw a feather float to my nose. It was a soft whitish pink feather, fluff and almost heavenly like. As the warmth left my body, Knives stood and turned to Legato.
"Take her to the range and train her," he commanded to Legato. "I want her to be able to hit Midvally even if he's playing."
"Yes Master," Legato replied.
Knives then left the room, but no one noticed I had one of his feathers in my hand.
"Come Winter," Legato said. "You have a lot of training to do."
I rose out of bed and put my dress, tights and gloves back on. When I was finished, Legato motioned for me to follow him. I followed close behind as he led me through dark corridors and hallways, and past many unfamiliar faces.
At last we reached the shooting range. It was a wide room with targets on the wall I was facing.
"Um, Master?" I mumbled, "I've, never shot a gun before."
He looked down at me silently and handed me two black pistols.
"First then, tell me what caliber these are," he said. "Then, I want you to aim at the target and tell me if they are too powerful for you."
"Um…" I started at the gun blankly wondering what a caliber was.
Suddenly, my mind seemed to shift control to an unknown controller.
"These are nine millimeter pistols," the voice answered, "And Winter is telling the truth, she's never shot before, however, I have.
My vision began to blur as if I was going to sleep, and the rest I only know because of Legato.
"So you're the other essence I've been feeling," Legato replied.
"Yes, I suppose you could feel my presence over the young girl's simple mind."
"Just one question," Legato whispered, "why are you in Winter's body?"
"I am a duel personality of Winter's mind. I was imprisoned there after I was killed. I swore to protect the young girl instead of passing on and regretting my slow draw in Hell."
"Also, what triggers your mental shuffle?" Legato questioned.
"Guns, bullets, shells, anything related to firearms. Winter is scared of them and I used them, our connection is through our fear and safety."
"Well, if you can shoot…" Legato paused, "Then I would like to see your skills."
I aimed toward the target. 100 feet was so easy. I pulled the trigger and watched the bullet pierce the paper. Dead center.
Legato's eyes widened in amazement at my accuracy.
"By the way Bluesummers, my name's Storm, just incase you wanted to know, and these are the perfect caliber thank you."
Creepy huh? Hope you enjoyed, and I'll keep typing on it.