Okay, second chapter. If you're reading this one you're probably either waiting for this to crash and burn or seeing if it will get better. It might be the latter, though that's a 'yet to be determined' type thing. Well, next chapter; on! Also, while the last chapter was written from the viewpoint of the gun after he's become sentient, this chapter on will be written from the viewpoint of the gun as he is at the time. Unless I specifically say so. Also, anyone want to give me suggestions on a name for Mr. Gun?

/Chapter Two: My True Birth/

I watched and listened from my place as Sparrow viewed the discussion between the old woman and the older sister. She listened intently, but I could already tell what thoughts formed within her mind; thoughts of making a wish and living in a castle, becoming a great hero and defeating all the bad guys, and there was one particular thought of simply living in a cabin, with her mum and dad, which sent the happiest feelings into me. The others only sent fear and anger into me. Then, we were suddenly moving again, away from the crowd. I watched as we went, and I heard the few complaints of various other, dumber inanimates; their owner didn't take care of them, their owner wasn't using them enough, things like that. I found it slightly irritating, for most of the voices I heard were of stupid, simple objects like clothes and jack in the boxes and other things that don't seem to know anything other than complaining. Except for the clothes my Sparrow wore. Those were always quiet. I sometimes even told them what good work they were doing on a day when I felt cold, and they would say "Thank you." And continue doing their work. Nice, sturdy clothes those are. I shifted my attention back to the things going on in front of us, and found myself listening to a conversation. It seemed that a guard had lost papers, and he wanted Sparrow and older sister to find them. This made little sense to me, but I understood that Sparrow wanted the paper. I don't like paper, thinks it's real smart when it's incredibly stupid. Can barely form complete sentences. I watched as we moved again, waiting until Sparrow would play with me again. Then, we stood in front of something, and Sparrow made a happy face before there was a flash. The flash surprised me, and I nearly went off in Sparrows pocket. "What happened? What happened? I yelled out in fear, before there was a calming voice from where the flash came from. "Don't worry; it's simply one of my functions." The flasher said, and I calmed at the sound of an intelligent inaminates voice. Then, we were off again. Suddenly, I heard something familiar; the sounds of battle, though it was more real than it should be. Before I knew it, there was a lot of noise, and I was suddenly out, prepared to fire. I cheered, glad to be able to play, and let loose the pellets and pebbles loaded into me, hitting some unlucky bugger on the head. I laughed, happy that I was able to play, be in the midst of battle, and let out a roar when the enemy retreated. "Run away ye little bugger!" I shouted, excited. Then, I was set in my holster, and I knew the play was over. I accepted this with satisfaction, immediately waiting for the next time I could play. Then, I heard something. It was like a combination between an animate, and an inanimate, and I figured out what it was. It was an animal! One of the animates who couldn't speak animate! I could understand a little of what he said, and I was interested. It said something along the lines of eternal debt, and lasting friendship, but I couldn't decipher any more. I gave up, and continued to wait for play.

As Sparrow continued to move, she suddenly stopped, picking up some kind of paper that was (thankfully) silent. Then we moved again, before Sparrow spoke with someone, and we were inside a dark room. I could hear chittering, something even harder than the animals' speech to make out, and then I was out. I laughed and cheered as the both of us played through the dark rooms, shooting the little chittering things, playing merrily. I was too excited to even notice the man standing there talking to Sparrow, instead continuing to fire at the chittering things. Finally, the battle was over, the victor decided, and I cheered and praised Sparrows' skill as I thanked her for such fun things. Then, we went back outside, and once again I waited. Waiting for play again. I liked this day, because we're having a lot more fun than the usual games granted us. I then watched as we continued to move, with Sparrow doing many things that were meaningless to me. Still, I could tell that she was happy to do them, and that made me happy. "Let me fight…" I heard, and I remembered I wasn't the only weapon Sparrow had. There was the sword too, and I realized she didn't play with it nearly as much as me. Oh well, I was more fun! That made me giddy. I continued waiting, and then, after a long time, I could feel it getting colder. Sparrow had something, along with older sister. It was quiet, and yet it was loud. Then, it became extremely loud, and I felt as if I would go off from the sheer power of it's' scream, which kept going and going, getting louder and louder. "Stop it!" I screamed, not even hearing myself as the sound became louder and louder, and then it simply stopped. The box was gone. Sparrow acted as if there had been no sound, instead seeming disappointed, and older sister seemed angry. I watched as they went home, and noticed the animal from earlier. Then, Sparrow went to sleep, and I stopped feeling.

/Later, in the night/

There was sound. People, far more late than usual. They took Sparrow, older sister, and I. I listened, not really understanding except for bits and pieces. Amelia and a mother… lost a game? And… her family didn't like them losing the game. I couldn't understand much else, so I ignored it. But then, I felt happiness emanating from Sparrow. It came out in droves, and it felt ten times stronger than any happiness I had felt in her before. She continued to radiate happiness, even as it mixed with fear, and confusion. Then, suddenly, I saw the man lift a weapon. It felt like one of the weapons used by guards, and fear encased me. I couldn't win a game against that. It took a few times for me to win a game; that would win in one single shot. And it did. I watched as older sister lost, collapsing. Then I watched as the happiness in Sparrow was replaced by fear. Finally, he won the game. We fell, falling and falling, so hard and fast that I fell from Sparrows' holster. She continued to fall, and I continued to fall, and there was a racking pain when I hit ground. I knew it would be worse for Sparrow. This was something new, something worse than losing. This was being broken. Being broken when you won was bad; being broken when you lost was… it was something I feared. Then, I felt the animal from earlier grasp me in his jaws. I couldn't understand him completely, but I knew he had come because I was 'Masters'-Sparrows!-toy. Sparrows object. I felt as the animal brought me before Sparrow, and I saw how broken she was. I felt sad. And I felt something new. Not irritation. Not anger. But hate. Pure, raw hate at the man who had purposefully broken both of us. I wanted to make him lose. I wanted to break him, as he had broken us. I wanted to win against him. But, for then, I let my feelings disappear, waiting for the day that Sparrow wasn't broke. The day Sparrow would fix me. As she always did. My playing Sparrow.

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