If Du want to listen
She stood still, her back straight as a rod. The sword in her hand was gripped tight, her knuckles white.
The cut on her cheek stung, but she grit her teeth and looked at her opponent. He was just as calm as she was on the outside, but both were tactical storms underneath, debating their Weiter move. She blinked, and suddenly was back to years earlier.
You fascinated me
Cloaked in shadows and secrecy
The beauty of a broken angel
I ventured carefully
Afraid of what Du thought I'd be
But pretty soon I was entangled
Du take me Von the hand
I Frage who I am
She looked at him steadily, the rain on the field cleaning the blood from her wounds. Her sword lay to the side of her, thrown away from his attack. He looked at her, disappointment clear on his face.
“I thought you'd have learned Mehr Von now.”
His words pricked through her like the icy rain against her skin.
“There are ways to fix that.”
Teach me how to fight
I'll Zeigen Du how to win
You're my mortal flaw
And I'm your fatal sin
Let me feel the sting
The pain
The burn
Under my skin
She growled low in her throat and lunged quickly, his sword quick to block. Even as the other man's face formed in her head, she refused to let him win this one after so long.
Put me to the test
I'll prove that I'm strong
Won't let myself believe
That what we feel is wrong
I finally see what
Du knew was inside me
All along
She moved more, focusing her anger into strength for her attacks, causing her partner to falter and loose his grip some. She smirked at him.
That behind this soft exterior
Lies a warrior
She swung again, quicker. He pushed her back this time and she spun to keep her balance. They faced off for a long moment before she was once again thrown back in time.
My memory refused
To separate the lies from truth
And Suchen the past
My mind created
I kept on pushing through
Standing resolute which you
In equal measure
Loved and hated
Du take me Von the hand
I'm seeing who I am
His hands were tight around her throat and she struggled for breath. She grit her teeth rather than cry out and swung her leg. His hands released her as he loudly cursed and she scurried back to her weapon. She clutched it tightly and stared at him, the blood on his hands and face.
“You weak, rotten girl! Du should have been thrown to the Hunde when Du were born!”
Teach me how to fight
I'll Zeigen Du how to win
You're my mortal flaw
And I'm your fatal sin
Let me feel the sting
The pain
The burn
Under my skin
Put me to the test
I'll prove that I'm strong
Won't let myself believe
That what we feel is wrong
I finally see what
Du knew was inside me
All along
That behind this soft exterior
Lies a warrior
“Get up and fight!”
“I don't want to!”
“You don't have that luxury. You're not like the rest of us, now stand up!”
He gripped her hair and she yelped. She twisted in his grip and clawed at his arm. He yanked her and she grabbed the dagger from his belt, cutting him. He cursed at her, a usual thing as of now, and she dashed away, a chunk of her hair in his hand.
Lies a warrior...
Du take me Von the hand
I'm sure of who I am
Teach me how to fight
I'll Zeigen Du how to win
You're my mortal flaw
And I'm your fatal sin
Let me feel the sting
The pain
The burn
Under my skin
Put me to the test
I'll prove that I'm strong
Won't let myself believe
That what we feel is wrong
I finally see what
Du knew was inside me
All along
That behind this soft exterior
Lies a warrior
She focused on the man in front of her now, giving in to one last burst of energy before she put everything she knew into her attack. She swung and he parried, tossing her sword to the side. Both stared at each other, panting, before he pulled his sword back and smiled at her. She returned his smile. “Thanks K.C. I needed that.”
He only smiled again, always silent after a victory, and returned to his routine. She grabbed her sword and sheathed it, walking out of the gym. Her father had been on her mind all day, but now that she'd had a long fight with a master swordsman, her mind cleared away the distant memories and she walked with renewed confidence.
The pictures come to life
Wake in the dead of night
Open my eyes
I must be dreaming
Clutch my kissen tight
Brace myself for the fight
I've heard that seeing
Is believing
Dante.
Becca
