Delilah’s Eyes

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Chapter 1

Submitted: March 09, 2016

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Submitted: March 09, 2016






I land on my back with a thud.

I groan as a strong hand reaches down while its owner knits his eyebrows together. “You’re getting… better,” Linca offers, trying to complement my awful fighting skills.

“Gee, thanks,” I mutter back, rolling my head on my neck to get rid of the pain that rests there. “And here is me thinking I’ve stayed the same,”

“This isn’t a joke, Delilah…” he pushes. “I am not here to joke around with you; be your best friend. I’m here to train you for the real world.” His strong, brown eyes stare into mine.

“I never once said it was, Linca.” I spit back. “And believe me, you will be the last person I considered a friend,”

He just shakes his head at me, this look in his eyes telling me he doesn’t believe in me. And why should he? I’m seventeen, days away from my Final Battle, and I can’t even block the most basic of attacks.

We both get back into our fighting positions and we start again. We circle around each other, waiting for the other person to make the first move. Finally, Linca darts forward, his right hand trying to make contact with my left shoulder. But I jump back, seeing his attack coming.

He strikes again, and again, but each time I block him.

“Stop blocking, and attack!” He orders. “You can’t win a fight if you are too afraid to hurt the other person.”

But his attacks keep coming, keeping me on my toes. With his blow after blow coming, it takes everything in me not to fall back on my butt, never mind trying to attack him.

After about five minutes of him punching and pushing, he hooks his leg around mine, and I’m on my back for the tenth time in the past hour. By the look in his eye, I can tell his next words aren’t going to be pleasant.

“You turn eighteen tomorrow! Do you know what that means?” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer. “It means your Final Battle will be happening any day now! And if you fight like that, you can kiss this origination- and your life- goodbye!” He sighs heavily.

The Final Battle is what every trainee has to go through. When we turn eighteen, we are given a real life Veniter to take on just one on one. If we lose this battle, we die at their hands. If we win, welcome to The Veniter Origination with open arms.

And with my eighteen birthday tomorrow, and my test happening any time, it’s important that I learn to fight. Linca and I have been fighting for the past few weeks, trying to get my fighting up, and I have lost every single one of my fights so far.

I use to be a great fighter, but then something happened and I took months off from training.

He sighs again. “Deli, at this stage, I reckon you should leave it another year. Talk to Victor, ask for another year. This is about life and death. All it takes is for them to get their hands on you, and you are as good as dead. You are not ready for this.”

Anger sparks in me. “I can do this. Yes, Final Battle is about to start, but I will win!” I all but shoat. “I have to.”

“Then show me!” He gets in my face. “I don’t think you know just how serious this is.”

And without warning, his hands reach out, going right for my throat. His long fingers wrap around my throat. Within seconds, adrenaline surges thought me, my heart beating faster at the sudden air loss. My lungs begin to scream for air, my body fights to stay alive. But my mind is blank, slowly shutting down, unable to do nothing more than watch as Linca slowly deprives my brain of blood.

But my body isn’t ready to give up, even if my brain is. Without thinking about it, my leg moves up, hitting Linca right between his legs. Pain shots though his eyes, and for a split second, his grip on my neck lessens. This is all I need. I jerk my body backwards as my right hand punches him hard in his nose. Blood spurts out, splattering all over the floor.

My mind begins to clear as my heart pumps harder, faster, adrenalin runs around my body, yelling for me to keep fighter. And I do.

Linca smile although the pain of his broken noses is clear in his eyes. He wanted a fight, now he has one.

Without skipping a heartbeat, I kick him in his abdomen. He goes down to the floor in a mass to gather himself. But before he can move, I’m on top of him. I wrap my arms around his neck, but as I do, he takes hold of my arm and we stumble to our feet. He picks me up and throws me at his knees. His hand is about to come down and punch me but I roll away.

I hear his hand contact with the floor.

In seconds I am on my feet. When I turn around to face Linca, he ready and waiting. He is stronger than I am, more skilled in every way. But there is one thing I am better then him in.


And so I do. I run for the outskirts of the fighting ring, with him hot on my heels. He is wounded, with a broken nose, a sprained wrist and maybe a few bruises. He won’t be able to run forever, and when he stops, I will make my move.

Eventually, he places his hand on his knees, breathing hard. He is expecting me to make my move now, he has shown weakness, and he has taught me to always make my move when they are at their weakest. I move over to him, slowly as if I’m trying to do it without him knowing. His hand reaches out to the right, trying to catch me, but I promptly move to the left, coming up behind him.

My arms around his neck in seconds, blocking off his air supply. The heel of his foot hits my shin, a blinding pain shots up through me but I push it aside. I hold him for a few more seconds than let him go.

He falls to the floor, gasping for breath. Slowly, he climbs to his feet. His dark eyes are hard, and I don’t know if I should be pleased that I ‘killed’ him, or scared.

After what seems like a life time, he nods his head. “Good… for your first ‘kill’. Good work. How do you feel?” Pride shines in his eyes and a broad smile covers his face.

I smile. “I’m…” How can describe this feeling? It’s like pride that is doped up on happiness, that has been mixed with the thrill of winning against the best fighter the TVO has to offer. “I feel… like I can take you on again.”

He chuckles. “Let me get my nose looked at first… Or are you trying to kill me for real?”

Shame fills me. “Your nose… I’m sorry. I got carried away. I didn’t mean to break it. I’m sorry.” I ramble.

He just shakes his head. “No need to be sorry. If that was a real fight, this broken nose saved your life.”

He turns towards the door and I follow behind him. “You know, if you carry on fighting like that, I would say you are ready for your Final Battle.”

A little bit of hope fills me, and that is enough to get me through the next two hours of training.




A/N- Thank you for checking out my next chapter! Please, don;t forget to leave a comment on how I can impove this chapter and any suggestions.


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