No mercy for no soldier
'Hired? I thought you meant created? Who is your moth-'
If she could, she would have hissed – or screamed, but the air was struck from her lungs by the impact of her body against the wall. The pain hit her like steel needles cutting through bones - her entire being trembled.
She opened her mouth, feeling like chocking, not able to fill her lungs with fresh air. Terrified she gazed up at him, met his cold gaze through the mirror. He hadn't moved a single inch.
He didn't even seem to be bothered by the fact he easily could have broken every single bone in her body. In his cold eyes she tried to find the hatred which had made him throw her through the room, but she found only disintrest.
She knew it was not up to her judge him, but she couldn’t help to scramble for an connection. Within her there remained this deep yearning to understand him - to truly see him.
However, in the end it was her who had been created and him who had been born.
In the end she was nothing but a pawn in his life-sized chess game.
