A Life for A Life
No Need For Torture
*Caitylyn’s POV*
I had to admit, Michelle could really put up a fight. Well, then again, it wasn’t like I was going rough on her. I could see the huge bruise on her face from where I knocked her out the night before. There were multiple cuts and swellings going on around the rest of her body, something I take credit for, but not in pride. “I’m not telling you anything.” Michelle said through gritted teeth. She spat on the floor where my feet was. Her head hung from where she was chained.
I let out a breath. I squatted down to where I could look up at her hidden face. “Michelle, I’ve barely even done anything to you and already you are beginning to pass out? Do you really want me to hurt you? Maybe I should break a few bones… no, how about I dislocate a few fingers first? I’d like to see how much pain you can tolerate…”
Her breaths were starting to come in quick. If the mere thought of the pain was causing her to stress, I could probably just convince her to tell me. “I hate you…” Michelle spat. “I hate you so much…”
I stood up, looking down. This was the first time she’s ever said something else besides refusing to tell me anything. “You were always their favorite. No matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, they always liked you more. You over their own blood-related daughter! So I would always watch you from afar whenever they trained you. I taught myself the things they taught you. You could only understand what kind of opportunity was in for me whenever you refused to shoot that man. You ran away, throwing that gun on the floor. So I walked over and picked up that gun you had…”
She was now chuckling some and it blossomed into laughter. “It was the most exhilarating feeling ever. That was all it took. My parents finally accepted me as a candidate over you.”
“Was that all you ever wanted?” I felt myself ask.
“Ever wanted!? That was all I ever needed!” She screamed. “For years you tried to play off as something innocent when you were anything but. I hated you for that. The mere fact you let yourself become the way you are now. You can blame my parents all that you want, but all of this was your choice, and now look at where you are. Nobody is on your side. You’re all alone to fight a fight that’s impossible to win.”
I was sick of her talking and I loathed the truth of her words, but I had her talking and I had to know. I needed to know what my whole purpose for being raised in that family, even if that meant hearing the words I didn’t want to. Michelle forced her head to rise to study the look on my face. “What is wrong with you?” She spat. “You stare at me with such hateful eyes, yet you’re not denying anything! It’s because of the mere fact you can’t hide your feelings that you were never meant to be chosen!”
She spat on the ground once again. I felt my eyebrows raise some with my blank expression. “Chosen?”
“All these years of my parents training yet you don’t even know why they were doing so?” She scoffed in disbelief. “I thought you would’ve figured it out by now.”
“Why don’t you humor me, then?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“For what reason should I tell you? What have I ever done to deserve be ignored by my parents and out-done by you. It’s just a waste of breath to tell you.”
I squatted down again, staring up at Michelle. She was offered the most normal life out of the two of us. She actually got to go to a public school, make friends, and like the things normal teenage girls liked. Now I knew she was trying to live a double life: her normal along with the one I was living in. “I pity a girl like you.” I said. “I could leave you chained here and nobody will bother to find you. Even the parents you say that was finally accepting you into this kind of life, they’ll just leave you here to die and find another person to use.”
Michelle’s face drew up. She didn’t deny it, she knew I was speaking the truth. I stood up, reaching over to the shackles on her wrist and unlocked the two of them. She fell on her knees on the ground. She rubbed her wrist and she was in too much pain to even move. “But even I’m not that evil.” I said. “Run if you want, but if you really want me out of your life, tell me what I want to know and I’ll be sure to stay out of it from here on out.”
She looked up, her hair falling over her face in strands. She stared at me. “I’d still rather kill you.”
“You’re in no shape for that.”
She let out a long breath. “Fine. I’ll tell you, but I’ll warn you know, you won’t like it.”
“Try me.”
8/3/13