My Family's Blade, My Acceptance

"I'll take the Slayer back to base, alright? Don't worry; as long as his lungs and heart are functioning, there's a way to heal him. But I need to move on now if you want to see him wake up. I'll let Mavislin handle it. Are you two okay here?" asked Tomoe as he knelt beside me.

"I'm fine, but Lady Lizzie might have exhausted her Elemental Energy from the previous attack, so she might not handle the next fight..." replied Duncan as he clenched his scythe.

"I will be fine... In fact, I think I'm at peak strength now after seeing that man standing and creating a weapon that means everything to me!" I roared as Tomoe quickly grabbed the Slayer off my lap for me to lunge toward Fabian.

The Illusion Mage was using my family's heirloom sword, meaning he had looked into my memories again! That sword was a gift given to our family to help one of the families from across the world in Great Britain.

And it was the same sword I used to defend against the intruders because I didn't have a gun or want to scare my brother. That blade might not be magical or have any Element, but it had sentimental value...

Because that was the same blade I used as I realized the blood of victims and enemies would forever stain my life. When I fully accepted myself as an assassin and stopped fitting into the main crowd. Girls don't need to be pretty to earn a name or place their mark on the world.

They can do it in other ways, and I chose to do it in the most gruesome way possible... Using a single sword to kill every last gang member from the biggest gang around my area. I only wanted to hurt a single person since he had bullied my brother by shoving sand into his face.

That kid wasn't the trigger factor; the snarky elder brother said his little brother had done nothing wrong. I wasn't around to see it because it happened during playtime and the teacher never bothered because it was 'all in good fun'. Well, I'll tell you what then...

I will destroy you with good fun. My type of twisted fun. Ah... I still remember the elder brother's face when I showed him what I had done to his little brother. The look of pure terror... Ooh, it sends shivers down my spine.

The twisted face of horror from seeing his younger brother stuffed to the brim with sand. Who knew sand plus saliva and mucus could be a great torture device?! I sure didn't until that night. Instead of begging me to let go of his little brother, the brother called his gang to kill me.

I was a solo flier because I didn't want my parents to know I was doing this out of anger and not money. I had no backup and was only armed with a single sword that had only been used once against intruders—no guns nor tasers.

When they launched their attack, it was as if I was possessed when I plunged my sword into the first person's neck. I quickly turned around and stabbed another head... And another... And another... Finally, I reached the last victim, the siblings that started it.

I was very kind to them, asking what their last wish was before I tore off their limbs. I even watched an episode of Chowder with the kid though he didn't stop crying. But after the episode ended, I ended their lives as well. Swift for the little brother, but I dragged out the elder one's death.

"You're disgusting! You are nothing more than a mindless killer!" shouted the brother as I broke a rib.

"No... I'm not mindless when I can systematically break your bones and still see you alive, writhing with pain. I'm a high-functioning killer; know the difference," I spat, breaking his fingers.

"Don't make me laugh!"

"I'm not trying to... Do I look like a court jester?"

"You will regret... Karma will come around and show you who the boss is... You won't get away," threatened the elder brother as I broke his arm, earning a piercing scream from a teenage boy.

"Like how you thought you could get away for hurting my younger brother? Well... I'll make sure to be on my toes. Unfortunately, I won't need to be on guard because my skills surpass most men by a landslide. You brought your friends along knowing that I instructed you to come alone."

"Yet... You couldn't beat me. None of your gang members could beat a small girl with a glorified skewer... I'm not going to take any life advice from a puny rocketship like you," I said, tilting my head with a grin.