KYRAH ADAM
“ Bulls eye! " The instructor announced with a smile gracing his face. “ At this rate you won't have to come so frequently for training." He continued as he moved closer to her to collect and dissemble the gun.
Wiping her sweaty palm over her shots, kyrah gave the instructor a quick bow and moved on to her next class for the day.
" You are late," Her father stated, as she stepped into the combat class. “ I apologize.“ She replied with a slight bow before dropping her backpack and joined the class.
“ Today you would be having a faceoff with me."He announced casually and took off his shirt whilst beckoning on her to move closer.
" Kyrah has been feeling sick all morning. How about I faceoff with you, uncle?" Elena pleaded. She had noticed that kyrah was unwell, but she still goes about her daily training like nothing is wrong.
Ignoring Elena's concern for her, she moved closer to her father and locked hands with him. She maintained eye contact and waited for him to make the first move. But he did nothing, and just stared at her. She could try throwing him off, but with his strength and size, it would be a futile attempt, so, all she could do is wait for him to make a move so she could have an entry.
Without warning, Martins threw a punch and she swirled to the side dodging it skillfully and effortlessly. Then came the second and third and she dodged them all skillfully. Only for her to feel herself being swept off her feet as she landed butt first on the rough ground grazing her elbow.
“ You were so busy dodging my punches and you paid attention to nothing else and that's how I managed to make you lose balance using my feet while your whole attention was on my hands and how to avoid it.
Elena moved closer to help her up, but the stern look she got from martins made her stop in her track and she took a step back.
“ Being a fighter, you have to always be at alert and ready to dodge or counter any attack from your opponent. And what I just did was divert your attention from the real attack while you were focused on feeble attacks that wouldn't even hurt you.
“ I apologize father. " Kyrah said with a bow as she struggled to stand up ignoring the sharp pain from her elbow.
“ You still have three classes after this. Go ahead and be sure not to continue making a fool of yourself like you just did. "Martins replied and walked out of the class.
" Are you fine? " Elena asked in concern as she watched kyrah dab the sweat on her forehead with her sleeve. As usual she was ignored and she watched in pity as kyrah sprinted after martins in the hallway before facing their combat master.
“ Why is uncle teaching in your place? Why should she have to faceoff with him, instead of you, our actual combat master?
“ Hold up father.“ Kyrah called out as she dragged her sick and tired body to catch up with martins.
“ What do you want? " Martins questioned the lady in front of him as he took in her appearance. She looked like it was taking all her will power for her to stand but she still stood straight and looked into his eyes. Only her pale and trembling lips gave her away. " I asked what do you want?
“ I want to see mother."She whispered staring at her feet .
“ I've have told you, never stare at your feet while talking to me or anyone. No daughter of mine should be fidgety while talking to anyone, not even me. Now, look at me and ask what you want.
Kyrah took a shaky breath as she unclenched her sweaty fingers and raised her head to make eye contact with martins. " Can I please see mom? " She asked pleading with her eyes. "It's been two months since I last saw her.
“ We had a deal child. You only get to see your mom when you've mastered a new art.
" But father, I have gotten really better at shooting. The master said I didn't have to come as often if I keep up like this. And combat, I finally managed to land a punch on the combat master yesterday. So, please allow me to see my mom, I need to draw strength from her to keep going on.
“ You sound so weak right now. Girl, you couldn't even hold out back there. I would consider your request when I personally watch you shoot at training tomorrow. For now, run along, you still have three classes. " Martins concluded and made to leave
" How about you watch me shoot now huh? I..I.. I ..can go back to shooting class now and you'd watch me instead of waiting until tomorrow, I really need to see mom today please dad.
Martins looked at the girl in front of him and let out a sigh, she look like she'd pass out any moment with her sweaty palms and shaky knees and beads of sweat on her forehead that she kept dabbing with her sleeve. Her lips were all white and cracked but she managed to stand straight. Determination shone in her eyes as looked at him, her eyes silently pleading.
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In a room that serves as a hospital ward, layed a lady that's barely breathing.
She looked like her life is hanging on a thin thread as she was placed on a life supporting machine.
The lady seems to be in a bad state as she layed unrecognizable in the gurney, almost all her body had been covered with bandages. There was an oxygen mask covering her nose and an IV fluid line running through her veins and a nurse was pacing in the room attending to her.
Kyrah held her mother's fragile hands and her lips trembled. “ Happy birthday mom. " She muttered as she held on thight.
“ I hate to do this but, remember you promised to do anything if I allow you meet with your mom right?
“ Yes.
Kyrah watched in surprise as martins brought out a riffle and handed it to her. He pointed to her mother and ordered.
" Shoot her.
