Am I A Killer or Warrior

Nightmares

I had a great time with all new arrivals. Sara by far was the most interesting one of all. Yet I can't tell if it's from her beauty or he eyes. "It's been a long night I must rest" I tell myself as I enter the cabin. My cabin isn't much of anything really. Just a basic bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, an living area. I don't go big on extras. All I know is war an fighting. All I ever been taught as much. An the more you have the more distraction that can be caused. Simple life for a simple warrior.

I go up to my bedroom, an lay down within moments I fall asleep.

"SLAM! Time to get up, sleep is for the weak!" The echos of the past jolt me awake. "The darkness of the training camp for children to be turned into warriors." I think then I smirk as I know it's more Children turned to killers. But that was all the past, I can choose who I am an what I do now. I will only fight to protect those that can't themselves, to help my family an friends. Never again to kill just to gain power or even worse just to kill. "To feel for the weak is to be weak. That was always said to us when we hesitated to ......." I shake my thought away. I will not be the darkness anymore, but I can't lie that even now I still enjoy the thrill of the kill.

I barley sleep as I constantly go back between myself an myself. Like there is a part of me that isn't me. I get out to meet all the warriors out on the training field. Basic training just this morning as I was to get a feeling of these new warriors an see how they hold up with mine.

Though this is all easy going, more like child's play then training I'm used to. Then all the warriors that went to "Pathway to Valhalla" the training school for children to be warriors. But I know the truth. An now all those Warriors follow one man into this war. An I try to train all these people who barley know war how to fight these I wouldn't even call human anymore.

Not that I'm not any different. It's who I am an its why I'm here.