I woke up and noticed that it was oddly quiet. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sat up and looked around. Something was off. I went up to the door and walked through it. It seemed to be early in the morning from what I could tell. Upon wandering around for a bit, I already knew I wasn't where I should be.
“Freshmeat.” Said someone say from behind me and I felt a strong chill run up my spine.
“Um...I-I wasn't...uh...” I turned and faced their leader.
“I heard what you've been doing.”
“I don't doubt that...”
She walked up to me much like she did before and I forced myself to stay still.
“Not afraid, huh?”
“...not this time.” I replied nervously.
“I see right through you.” Black kept staring right at me.
“I don't doubt that, either.”
She laughed at something I wasn't aware of.
“Yeah, come with me, Freshmeat.”
“Um...okay?” I wasn't sure if I could trust her.
“Hurry up. Before I change my mind.” She said when she noticed my reluctance.
Black led me a large room. There was no one else in here. I wondered if she was planning to kill me off or something.
“I wonder, what would happen if you ran out of places to hide.” She went to the other side of the room and looked to be distracted by something.
I tensed up and looked around for an exit in case I'd need to escape.
“So, I also heard you don't like to fight.”
“I'm not very good at it.” I replied nervously.
“And if you had no choice?”
“I don't remember the last time that's happened.”
We were both silent for a few minutes before she walked up to me again. I couldn't quite understand what she wanted from me, but I had several ideas.
“You know what I want, Freshmeat.” She said, as if she'd read my thoughts.
“I said I don't do well with fighting. I don't even know if I-” My sentence was cut short when the wind was knocked out of me and I was thrown aside.
“Too late.” She said.
My vision was dark for a brief moment and when I could see again, I caught a glimpse of her staring down at me triumphantly.
“I know you're not as weak as you look.” There was some sort of life I could see in her eyes now, as if some of that fire had returned.
I hesitated before I stood up cautiously. When she came at me again, I was able to avoid her strike and put distance between us.
My thoughts were a mess from the situation. Of course she wanted to fight, but I didn't know what that would lead to or what she could possibly get out of it. After dodging more blows and running around like a coward, I tried to think back to what I could exploit in order to get her off my back.
“Come on. Just one hit. That's all I ask. No way I'll make it easy for you, though.” Black walked up to me and I was soon held in the air by my neck.
“Are you going to keep running forever?”
I was now too angry and stressed to reply. When I struggled to get free, she threw me aside and I hit the wall again. Now on the ground, I tried to regain my composure. I felt the cold dirt under my hand and grew annoyed when it had gone under my nails. It was then I figured out what I should do.
“Not anymore.” I replied quietly, almost to myself.
Taking some of the dirt in my hand, I tried to distract her by throwing an awkward punch her way. She ended up doing what I expected and she figured that out seconds too late. Upon having her get in too close, I threw the dirt in her face and kicked her in the leg I saw her favoring earlier. She lost her balance for a moment and inched backwards. I carefully went in again to try to deal another blow after kicking her leg a few more times. She was currently distracted with getting the dirt out of her eyes, but didn't seem to be too angry with me. Upon losing her balance again, I took another chance and drove my fist into the side of her face. After being knocked back a few feet, she just stood there.
“Hm. Not bad.” Black said as she rubbed the dirt from her eyes still.
I didn't reply seeing as I was still on guard. She walked up to me and I saw that light in her eyes again and I couldn't explain why it was satisfying.
"Seems you're full of surprises, Freshmeat." She smiled faintly.
"Yes, for now."
I then took notice to what she was wearing and wondered how she wasn't cold this whole time.
“Uh...you're not cold wearing just that?”
“What? Vests are so in, Freshmeat, haha.” She was clearly amused.
“What're those on your arms?” I asked, seeing the odd bracelets she had there.
“You just noticed them now? They're weights, to put it simply.”
“I have my reasons, but it makes training easier for the most part.”
“If you wear them all the time, what happens when you take them off?”
“...Let's hope you're not around when that happens.” She grinned and walked out of the room.
I didn't want to be left there alone and fallowed her.
“So...what was that, really?” I asked, trying to keep up with her.
“Another trial, of course.”
“I didn't expect to have dirt thrown in my face.” Black said, still keeping that amused tone.
“Sorry about that.”
“Nah, it's fine. Hawk was right about you, though. Usually being different would get one culled in nature but here, perhaps you could flourish?”
“You really think I'm useful?”
“Too early to say at this moment.”