Knives
Within all of us is the instinct to survive
And to win at any cost
In the fight to stay alive
Dane drove one of the big SUV's that Caine made them drive from Coates to town. I had no idea where we he was take me but I prayed I would come back alive.
"We are heading a bit far from town," I said trying not to sound too scared. That is one thing I could not let him know about, my fear of him but that fear commanded respect that I did have for him.
"Caine said I can't train you anywhere near town, in case the others see and get suspicious," Drake stated as if it were obvious. My shoulders sagged slightly at the thought of leaving the safety of the town. Sure I hated the place since I hardly ever fit in anywhere and my parents weren't rich enough to send me to Coates but it was my hometown. The only place I've ever known about.
We fear the foreign cultures
That are different from our own
And make enemies from strangers
The silence settled in once again between us, unless it was to give orders or snap at me, Drake was rather quiet. I wish I had my I-pod or my laptop so I could type my story. It was an adventure/horror project I had started about a year ago but stopped because of writers block. It was an unfortunate horror that fell upon my mind but I was struggling my way past it. First, I re-watched all the Hitchcock movies on my laptop, by myself in my room. That helped a little bit but not as much as I had hoped. I let out a sigh of defeat at that thought.
Before I could continue my train of thoughts, the car came to a sudden halt causing me to lurch forward into the dashboard. Thank god for seatbelts and hands.
"Great driving skills," I muttered quietly under my breath, making sure that Drake did not hear it. Since, out here in the middle of nowhere, Drake could shoot me and make it look like a complete accident and I have no death wish.
"You going to get out or sit on your skinny ass all day?" Drake climbed out of the driver seat and slammed the door shut. I silently followed, although I had an urge to make a smart remark. We were in the very outskirts of the town, in the desert regions with trees outlining where it ended. My stomach dropped when he handed me the small gun. He slammed it hard into my open hands, the cold metal sent shivers through my body.
Who are just people we don't know
We fight amongst ourselves
We obliterate ourselves yeah yeah
And we compete until we die
Even though we don't know why
"Ever handle a gun before?" those cold gray eyes stared me down as a grin appeared on his shark-like face.
"Do toy guns count?" I smiled weakly. His gray eyes narrowed on me, "No."
"Then no, guess not," I shrugged not thinking it was a big deal. "Guess that is what the training is for."
He turned away from me and headed to the back of the SUV, I stood there thinking that he was going to leave me there all because I didn't know how to handle a gun. Now that was mean, not everyone was gun crazy like him, I preferred knives if anything. My brown eyes snapped up when he yelled at me to come over and stop being such a lazy ass. I had an urge to hit him on the head but that would mean pain to me in the end. So, without arguing I marched over to the back of the SUV and helped him take out targets he supposedly made back at Coates. We dragged quite a bit ways from the car before walking about a few feet from the target.
"Now," he said his gun already aimed at the target, his body positioned in such an expert way; the sight sent shivers down my spine. "Hold your gun at eye level, make sure you have a clear shot and pull the trigger." I did just as he told me.
We believe in ancient lies
We compete until we die
We struggle against each other
To get things in life we need
And even more to give us the status
Knives, I preferred knives. Guns were loud, kicked back in your hand and sadly, hated me. It was a mutual hate really but they never worked for me. I had missed the target by a good food. This really made Drake mad, since he grabbed the gun out of my hand and growled, "Are you blind? Did you not see where the target is placed?"
My fear prevented me from answering or even looking him straight in the eyes at first. He kept going on.
"I understand missing the first time but by that much? You are absolutely useless-
"Shut it Merman!" I suddenly yelled. "Give me the gun and shut up!"
I forcefully took the gun from him and tried again. Nothing. Once more. Still nothing. I have three more bullets left; I have to at least get two out of the six. Another shoot, I hear something, a small tired sigh. Come on; shoot the target or even just something! Two more shots and I drop my hand with the gun to my side defeated. I waited for Drake to start yelling at me but instead I heard, "One to the head. Lucky shot, hopefully in a real fight you'll be luckier but I doubt it."
Sarcasm. No yelling, just taunting through sarcasm from him. Angrily, I transmuted the damn gun into something I was more comfortable with, a black blade, the basic part of a knife. Without hesitation, I flung it right at the target and it hit the mark, my eyes not focused on it but on Drake now. I took in his looks of confusion, then surprise and finally a grin.
"Blade type are we?" he kept grinning down at me.
"Much easier to handle-
"Harder to carry many around with you-
"Unless you are trained-
"No doubt you are."
"I am indeed."
"Maybe you aren't completely useless," he stated but quickly added, "but guns are better, knives can be messy."
"I enjoy messes," I smirked, "Thought you did too."
"I do," he said simply before heading on towards the car. It was apparent that I was to follow him back in so we could head back into town. With a sigh, I wondered if he would ever think of me as a companion. Diana had told me that she and Caine figured Drake hated the people with powers because he had none of his own apart from his power over the people through fear. 'Maybe, I can past his hatred' I thought to myself as I ran back to the target to get my special black blade. Then I scoffed to myself, "Yeah and maybe I can figure a way out of here at the same time." I rolled my eyes at my own stupidity and turned to run to the already started up car in fear of him leaving without me knowing he would.
And we compete until we die
We believe these ancient lies
If we could only change our minds maybe then we'd all survive
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