mf continued

I was running through the woods. I heard a rustle beside me and I quickly avoided whatever was trying to kill me. I ran even faster now, trying to get where I had to go so desperately. When I finally came into the heart of the forest I saw…

I woke up startled. My arm was outstretched as if I was trying to reach for something that needed extend-o-arms for. I shuddered trying my hardest to forget about my creepy dream. Cold sweat dampened my shirt, so I headed towards my closet to change into something less wet. I thumbed past all of the kimonos my mother only dreams of me wearing. I spotted a regular plain red t-shirt that I brought from the realm world. It’s my favorite shirt because the thread got its color from all of the monsters I killed. It has magical qualities that I don’t even know all about to this day. I only wear it when I feel like I need the most luck. You can see why it’s my favorite. Who wouldn’t want a bloody shirt that marks all of my victories and has sick magical bonuses? Anyways, I tore off my white tank top that I wear to sleep and shoved on my red shirt.

I ran down the stairs because my parents turned off the elevator in the mornings. They think I need the most energy building exercises in the morning. I guess they’re afraid of me getting lazy, but they should realize that I cannot afford to be lazy when I have a fight to battle. Seriously, parents really don’t understand anything do they?

While I was half asleep half awake and walking down the stairs I sensed something; I sensed something dangerous. Quickly I ducked down. A bullet shot right over my head. My parent’s prized stained glass window shattered loudly instead of my head. Seriously, ninja reflexes really come in handy in these kinds of circumstances! I stood up on the railings of the stairs and glided down. A second later I estimated thirty knives flung out towards me. Actually, I sensed them before they were thrown to me. (Thank you super awesome ninja senses!) After I was aware of the knives I did a couple of cartwheels and fast matrix-like movements to avoid them because the knives were all over the place. Since the knives came from all directions and came at me with such precise movements I knew my parents must have been behind this. They probably built a gun-shooting knife throwing machine and placed it behind the walls to try and see if I improved like they did last time I cam home to visit. Some parents right? (Oh and now you can see why I don’t stop by that often.)

I climbed up the wall and smashed my fist through the plaster. I found a regular handgun inside the walls. (My parents usually leave weapons inside the walls in case of emergencies. I, also, heard a rumor from the servants that they keep a machine gun in there too, but I can never find it). I smiled and closed my eyes and sensed my target. In the quiet I heard a slight movement toward the stairs on my left. I swiftly shot towards that sound, knowing I shot the person in a place where they would be weakened not killed. (It’s very dangerous to shoot a gun at someone with your eyes closed, so don’t try this at home kids unless you’re a professional, like me.)

I jumped down from the wall. I found the person on the stairs and they were bleeding on their calf. I found the bullet on the stairs, so I realized that the bullet only grazed the person. I smirked proud of my awesome skillage. I grabbed the person by the lapels.

The man looked like he hadn’t shaved for a while and he was probably in his early twenties. He had a ski cap on that covered up his eyes.

“Why did you shoot at me?” I asked glaring at him because I was pissed off that he tried to shoot me so early in the morning. I mean why couldn’t he just try to kill me in the afternoon when I’m not that easily pissed off. 

“... Hey I asked you a question!” I stated.

“I got no answer for you.” He gruffly grunted as he turned his head.

“Which translates to: you have an answer, but you can’t tell me, right? Fine, whatever. But, you might as well talk now because you can’t go anywhere with that leg wound. Oh, and I’m the one with the fully loaded gun.” I said expressionless as I held up the gun pointed towards him.

His face was empty, but if I could’ve seen his eyes maybe I would’ve saw terror.