Rusted

I try so hard but the image fails me.

My blade and armor and body bruised, bloody, rusted.


"Get up!"

Leave me alone.

"I said get up!"

Fuck you.

Slap of the blade hard across my back.

"You gonna just lie there? Give up?"

Maybe.

"Fuck that."

Jerks me up by the strap of my tanktop. Who the hell do you think you are?

"Your worst nightmare."

Blade in my hands, parrying every strike, legs stinging as my muscles worked hard to remember the kata.

"Half-hearted, half-assed, half-dead bitch!"

I'm UN-dead, remember?

"Even the undead know there's no guarantee to immortality, stupid girl."

Blade sweeps in to take my head, but I block hard and strike harder, slamming his blade down to the ground in front of him.

He smiles wickedly. "There she is."

You sure you want this? You sure you want that part of me awake again?

"You have been and always shall be a killer - trying to be anything different is a lie and you know it."

So much blood....

"You love it."

So many tears....

"As long as they're not your own."

Then I will pave Hell with the bones of my enemies and raze Heaven with their screams.

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