《Shadow’s World》37. The Talk
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Wendy gets the chair and sits in front of my bed. Her head is down and she is playing with her fingers I might need to break the ice. “Um, you hate the kiss that much that you went and got yourself hurt trying to avoid me?” I sigh and look at her waiting for her to look me into my eyes. It took a second, “I am a lone wolf, and I haven’t been around a lot of people. The school we went to train our abilities I wasn’t in a regular classroom like the rest I train by myself. I am going to tell you a secret. Right now I do not see you guys as people but objects to help me gain my revenge. The reason is like I said before I do not deal with a lot of people and the only way for me to deal with you guys is by treating you like you are an object, that kiss change that. I want from seeing you as an object and more of a person. I left some things out of my backstory. When I was adopted at first I was a handful. Noone could tell me anything and I treated my adopted parents like crap. Not only that but also I treated them like objects to further my goals. It wasn’t until I was poison and scared that I went to them for help. I am not a people person and it takes a lot for me to start trusting people or even see them as a person and not an object.” The spider taps me on the head, “You sound exactly like the shadow and me. Wow, we must get out more and talk to more people.” I use man hand and try to hit the spider that was on my head. The spider easy dodges it and I look like an idiot hitting myself. Wendy saw my punch myself and gave me a confused look. “I am sorry I punch my head when I am thinking about something very deeply.” “Oh, ok” “haha she doesn’t believe you look at her put her head down. I bet you scared the little girl. You better kiss your hands they are now the only ones that will love you.” That is it; I punch my head again really hard this time. I miss the spider again and Wendy says, “ um should I leave and get Erica to come back?” “No, I am sorry but I finish soo um what do we do now? I do not know I can even like a person because I never thought of being in a relationship. Or even someone could like me.” “Alex, you sell yourself short. I think you need to be more confident and not try to just act. Final night before we go back I have organized a huge game night and we are going to be playing the fairy game. You are going to join, I try to ask if you wanted to play before now but it seems you need to play. We are not your playthings we are people and you need to sit with us, so are you going to join our game night?” “I like her; she is like the shadows first wife, your great ancestor.” This time I didn’t attack the spider. I sigh and look at Wendy, “I will go to your game night. I will try to see people more than objects but no promises.” “I will take it, dear leader. I hope you lead as well. If you learn how to deal with people I will think the world will sing your name one day as the greatest person that has ever lived.” “Hmm, you are the second person that has put that much faith into me. Looks like I will have to work harder.” “Well, see you later.” She left the room and Erica enters.
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“She sounds like me but she is nice.” I roll my eyes, please go away so I can have some peace. The restraints tighten around me. “Little brother, who says you can roll your eyes to me? Did you forget that I have your trap with nowhere to go?” “No, sorry Erica, I wouldn’t do it again can you please let me go I will behave.” “That is more like it. So, you still thinking about using them as a sacrifice or did she change your mind?” “No, they are not more important than the rest of the Jeonglyeong. If their lives can help win this battle coming up why shouldn’t I use them as chess pieces?” Erica just sighs and looks out of the window. “There is a storm coming please do not use your only allies as chess pieces. Think about it you will be alone if you use as an only chess piece but we are the reason you are strong now. Do you think that you do not need these people? I pick them for a reason, you really need to think it over. But you can be right. They might be nothing but footnotes in the grand scheme of things. This is going to be your war and I am going to take a step back soon. Alexander, I am not going to help you much longer. Very soon I am going to stop being a helper and only going to be an observer. I know how I am going to leave my mark in history. I hope that you are going to be able to fulfill your destiny.” She got up open the door. “I might be the second strongest in our age group now, but very soon people are going to surpass me and I am not going to train to keep up with you guys.” She left and close the door behind her.
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