A/n: I had one idea for this chapter, but have now gotten a whole new idea for it. My mind now has to rewrite, but nit is beautiful, simply beautiful. A/n2: The Holes soundtrack is a great inspiration.
Chapter 7
Death is an inevitability that every mortal faces at least once. The fact stops at whether you can look death in its face and continue living. Many have seen deaths bloodied face and smirk only to leave with him, hand in hand. Many have feared his coming and went before him screaming for mercy. Death shows no mercy to those who fear it. Then there are those few, who see death with happiness. They smile as they know him personally and do not care where he leads them. Then there are the even smaller few who look at death with indifference. Those few are not know to fight. Then there was me, who broke the mold. I wasn't scared, didn't fear him, didn't laugh, and wasn't happy to see him, but was determined not to leave with him. Determined not to let him win. I was fighter who fought for the sheer reason of fighting. I had nothing here, but didn't want to loose.
The lizard jumped at me, but I easily caught him behind the head in one hand. I had practiced catching all sorts of objects, knives or bottles, anything that could be tossed at me in a fight from my teacher. He taught me everything I knew now and taught me a lot more that he didn't even know. Yes, he taught me how to easily break every bone in an attacker's leg in a few short moves. Also, what part of a person's head to kick to knock them out for eternity, but he also taught me that all people have a piece of them that they all hide. He never showed it openly, but once. His hidden piece was that he had a weakness for young girls who seeked his teachings.
I looked at the squirming lizard in my hand. It's claws scratched at my hand creating marks that had started to bleed. I didn't feel angry at the lizard. It was trying to survive. It was lashing out at something it thought would kill it if given the chance. I understood this more than most. It didn't trust anyone and didn't give chances for anyone to betray a trust. How could I punish it for surviving like I did?
I got up and gently placed it on the edge of the hole it had appeared from. It slinked into the hole. I had given a life back that was worth more than the one I almost took. I looked up and for a moment I thought I was dreaming. I saw ZigZag. His cheek was swollen, but not as bad as it probably could have been if more force was applied. He was looking at me with a surprised expression on his face.
"How did you do that?" he asked. I shrugged.
"What do you simply mean?"
"You caught the lizard by the neck and let it go without being bitten. That's sure one hell of a trick."
"It's simply not a trick. Why punish someone for trying to simply survive?" I kept walking and he slowly cam up next to me. To tell the truth, I felt comforted by his presence. I don't know why, but it seems I have spent too much of my energy trying to comprehend what was going on. We walked in silence until we got to the tent. I went in, but he stayed outside. I shrugged my shoulders, dropped myself onto my cot, and got comfy. I had a feeling I was going to need my rest for the next day.
I had only slept for a little before I heard arguing. I opened my eyes slightly to see the commotion that was going on less than a foot from my bed. The dark guy, X-Ray, was complaining about having to look for me and then getting back to find out I was here already. He was yelling at ZigZag for not calling them back after sending them out to look for "the bitch". A slight twinge of remembrance ran through my mind at the last time that I had heard word. The argument ensued and X-Ray was blaming ZigZag for him being tired and ZigZag just kept defending his reasons. X- Ray ended it by saying that they should have just left me out there. Everything settled down and in a few minutes snores were heard.
I stayed up thinking of how ZigZag sent everyone in the tent out to find me, even after I had hurt his face and his ego. I stayed up for awhile and then I heard the recording of a bugle. Everyone in the tent woke up and different variations of groans and complaining could be heard. I just waited until everyone was out before I got up. I had fallen asleep in my clothes, so I just walked out. Nobody would care if I combed my hair. To my surprise, ZigZag waited for me.
"Sleep Good?"
"It was simply alright." We walked towards a crowd of guys. He walked around me to a tray of something covered in something sticky. "Food," he said, "It's not very good, but it's something to have in your stomach until lunch." I grabbed one and took a bite. It wasn't what I expected, but I hadn't eaten anything in awhile. He grabbed some and took a bite. He walked on and I followed. He went to a little shed, picked up a shovel, and gave it to me. I followed the rest of my tent. I had just finished my breakfast when we got to our designated digging spot. Guys were just shoveling dirt away, so I started.
When the water truck came at lunch, I was a little more than halfway done. My muscles were sore, but a pain I recognized as muscles gaining strength. I needed strength, not merely physically, but emotionally. I climbed out the hole and saw Zig Zag passing by my hole. I saw his eyes check on me. He betrayed himself as being to interested in my progress. That was why I needed the emotional strength. I couldn't give in to him.
Chapter 7
Death is an inevitability that every mortal faces at least once. The fact stops at whether you can look death in its face and continue living. Many have seen deaths bloodied face and smirk only to leave with him, hand in hand. Many have feared his coming and went before him screaming for mercy. Death shows no mercy to those who fear it. Then there are those few, who see death with happiness. They smile as they know him personally and do not care where he leads them. Then there are the even smaller few who look at death with indifference. Those few are not know to fight. Then there was me, who broke the mold. I wasn't scared, didn't fear him, didn't laugh, and wasn't happy to see him, but was determined not to leave with him. Determined not to let him win. I was fighter who fought for the sheer reason of fighting. I had nothing here, but didn't want to loose.
The lizard jumped at me, but I easily caught him behind the head in one hand. I had practiced catching all sorts of objects, knives or bottles, anything that could be tossed at me in a fight from my teacher. He taught me everything I knew now and taught me a lot more that he didn't even know. Yes, he taught me how to easily break every bone in an attacker's leg in a few short moves. Also, what part of a person's head to kick to knock them out for eternity, but he also taught me that all people have a piece of them that they all hide. He never showed it openly, but once. His hidden piece was that he had a weakness for young girls who seeked his teachings.
I looked at the squirming lizard in my hand. It's claws scratched at my hand creating marks that had started to bleed. I didn't feel angry at the lizard. It was trying to survive. It was lashing out at something it thought would kill it if given the chance. I understood this more than most. It didn't trust anyone and didn't give chances for anyone to betray a trust. How could I punish it for surviving like I did?
I got up and gently placed it on the edge of the hole it had appeared from. It slinked into the hole. I had given a life back that was worth more than the one I almost took. I looked up and for a moment I thought I was dreaming. I saw ZigZag. His cheek was swollen, but not as bad as it probably could have been if more force was applied. He was looking at me with a surprised expression on his face.
"How did you do that?" he asked. I shrugged.
"What do you simply mean?"
"You caught the lizard by the neck and let it go without being bitten. That's sure one hell of a trick."
"It's simply not a trick. Why punish someone for trying to simply survive?" I kept walking and he slowly cam up next to me. To tell the truth, I felt comforted by his presence. I don't know why, but it seems I have spent too much of my energy trying to comprehend what was going on. We walked in silence until we got to the tent. I went in, but he stayed outside. I shrugged my shoulders, dropped myself onto my cot, and got comfy. I had a feeling I was going to need my rest for the next day.
I had only slept for a little before I heard arguing. I opened my eyes slightly to see the commotion that was going on less than a foot from my bed. The dark guy, X-Ray, was complaining about having to look for me and then getting back to find out I was here already. He was yelling at ZigZag for not calling them back after sending them out to look for "the bitch". A slight twinge of remembrance ran through my mind at the last time that I had heard word. The argument ensued and X-Ray was blaming ZigZag for him being tired and ZigZag just kept defending his reasons. X- Ray ended it by saying that they should have just left me out there. Everything settled down and in a few minutes snores were heard.
I stayed up thinking of how ZigZag sent everyone in the tent out to find me, even after I had hurt his face and his ego. I stayed up for awhile and then I heard the recording of a bugle. Everyone in the tent woke up and different variations of groans and complaining could be heard. I just waited until everyone was out before I got up. I had fallen asleep in my clothes, so I just walked out. Nobody would care if I combed my hair. To my surprise, ZigZag waited for me.
"Sleep Good?"
"It was simply alright." We walked towards a crowd of guys. He walked around me to a tray of something covered in something sticky. "Food," he said, "It's not very good, but it's something to have in your stomach until lunch." I grabbed one and took a bite. It wasn't what I expected, but I hadn't eaten anything in awhile. He grabbed some and took a bite. He walked on and I followed. He went to a little shed, picked up a shovel, and gave it to me. I followed the rest of my tent. I had just finished my breakfast when we got to our designated digging spot. Guys were just shoveling dirt away, so I started.
When the water truck came at lunch, I was a little more than halfway done. My muscles were sore, but a pain I recognized as muscles gaining strength. I needed strength, not merely physically, but emotionally. I climbed out the hole and saw Zig Zag passing by my hole. I saw his eyes check on me. He betrayed himself as being to interested in my progress. That was why I needed the emotional strength. I couldn't give in to him.