chapter 4 for those of you who are wasting there presious time reading this.
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4
Mary
The weapons room was amazing. It had hundreds of different weapons and they were all organized by type. There were swords of all shapes and sizes on the wall across from the tightly sealed door from which we entered. On the wall to our right were guns, I had never in my short life seen so many guns in one room or at all for that matter, there were rifles, shot guns, hand guns, machine guns and more! On the wall to our left were all ancient weapons like cross bows, regular bows and arrows and others that I had never heard of. I turned around to see if there were any more beautiful weapons behind me and sure enough there were. All were weapons that were on the right side of the door were different types of knives which I thought should have been closer to the swords on the opposite side of the room. But I didn't verbally question it; on the left side were weapons that were more commonly used by stereo typical ninjas. But the ceiling is where my interest was caught.
"now," said the elder "there are many choices as you can no doubt see, and I want you to chose very carefully because I will not allow you to change weapons, the process is far too long and challenging, I will allow you to take as much time as you need so please …"
"I have made my decision," I said firmly, cutting him off, my eyes fixed on the ceiling.
The elder looked at me with a confused expression on his face, "so soon?" he asked.
I continued to stare at the ceiling, my eyes wide as if I was a lunatic. I clearly nodded not letting my eyes slip from the spot they were so intently focused on. The elder raised his eyebrow and looked up to the spot where I was staring.
Hanging from the ceiling were whips, like vines ready to grab hold of you and choke you to death, they were beautiful. There were many different kinds, one was a rose steam, green and with sharp and thick thorns, another was made entirely of leather and metal, that split into five separate whips clearly should have been filed as a torture mechanism rather than a weapon for fighting. But the one I had my eyes on was an average looking whip made of strong woven leather, however, I could see that embedded in the leather were minuscule silver spikes scattered throughout the entire whip.
"This?" the elder said pointing to the whip I was looking at, I nodded, not taking my eyes of the beautiful work of art. I could tell that he was weary of my choice, but my eyes did not move. He sighed and took a long metal stick with a hook at the end of it, he lifted the whip of its holders and brought it down for me to inspect, not that I needed to, it was perfect.
"Well then, let's get on with the binding, transferring and such," he said bringing the whip over to an alter across the room.
Funny, it wasn't there before. I thought.
He placed the whip gingerly on the alter and pulled out a very large and very old book. He flipped through the pages till he found what he was looking for. He motioned me over to the alter to join him. As soon as I was close enough he grabbed my wrist and slit the palm of my hand and held it firmly over the whip. I winced at the pain but said nothing.
the elder started saying something in a strange language, Latin perhaps. As my blood coated the whip the weapon started to glow a deep purple. I gasped but the elder continued to chant in that same strange language.
Suddenly the whip lashed out angrily at the two of us, thrashing all around and hitting the elder in the cheek, causing him to stop his chanting as the small metal thorns sliced through his skin.
The whip withered as though in pain and retreated back to its spot on the ceiling, shivering. The elder stared in shock at the whip on the ceiling.
"That wasn't supposed to happen," the elder said. I scoffed at his remark.
"Really? I thought all the weapons would try and kill us," I said sarcastically. The elder laughed briefly, then his faced turned serious. He turned to me and asked in a stern voice, "You don't happen to already have a weapon on you do you?"
"I have another whip," I answered.
"That explains it, it appears you already have a weapon that is bound to you," he explained. "No other weapon will be able to bond with you once you have transferred your energy into another,"
"So that means that the whip that I have now is holding all my so called powers?" I asked.
"It appears so," he said shrugging. "Well let's go back out to the living room since it appears that you already have bonded with your weapon," he said walking towards the vault door not even bothering to see if I was fallowing, which of course, I was.
When we got back to the living room I noticed a large, and very old fashioned, clock, the time read 4:56 in the morning, I gasped, how could I have been so stupid as to not cheek the time before I left for the weapons room? I only had an hour to get home, before my parents woke up.
I turned to the elder and said "Look thank you for your hospitality but I really need to get home, do you mind telling me which part of the city we are in?"
The elder looked at me confused but answered anyway "we're in uptown Manhattan," he said "Dren can take you home," he said.
"No," said Dren standing up from his place on the couch, the chains on his belt clinking together. "I am not taking her any where!"
"I don't need to be taken anywhere!" I shouted back. "I just wanted to know where I was, that's all," I said turning away.
"Well at least let us lead you out of the building, I don't think you can leave the way you came in," said the elder pointing to the large window behind him with his thumb.
"Fine," I said reluctantly.
"Dren escort her out," said the elder with a no objections tone and turned away. I could hear Dren groan in annoyance but lead me to the door that lead out none the less.
We walked to the elevator and Dren pressed the button that would take us to the first floor. An awkward silence filled the small compartment as we headed slowly down wards. The tension was suffocating but I had nothing to say, I didn't know this guy and I haven't forgiven him for scaring off the guys I was going to kill. Honestly, for how creepily charismatic I can be, I am really not a people person.
"Can I ask you a question?" he asked.
"You just did," I said not breaking my staring contest with the door. He sighed but continued.
"Are you wearing a corset?"
I looked at him and arched my eyebrow, of all the things he could ask; he asked if I was wearing a corset.
"As a matter of fact I am. Why do you ask?"
"No reason. It's just that your dress's midsection looks like a corset," he said nonchalantly.
"Why were you looking at my midsection?" I asked, I loved playing mind games with people.
"Not your midsection in particular, it's just that your choice of clothing is quite strange," he said.
"How so?" I asked.
"Well, it looks like it came from the Victorian era with a bit of a modern flair if I'm not mistaken," he knew his history, good he's not a dimwit.
"I made it with that exact thought in mind," I said. The elevator came to a halt and we walked to the entrance of the building in silence. We exited the door and I turned to face him.
"well I think I can get home from here," I said.
"Great, see ya," he said turning around to head back to the building.
"See ya, and by the way it's not a dress," I said running off in the direction of my home, I now had exactly 1 hour till she woke up.
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