The Fight for Queen Bee ~Axel~

I had felt so funny after talking to Lou for so long, made me feel out of my comfort zone, like I no longer recognized who or what I was. Everything that I once knew so well about me was gone, I didn't know me, I didn't know what I was, or what I was about. Ugh, I needed someone to yell at or something, or maybe someone to make feel like their life was pointless. That always made me feel better, as soon as someone started to cry that made me feel great, full of life and energy. Maybe it could start a chain of events, the more affected by my words the better, infact the more people that knew Annastasia Glory the better. They needed to realize how inferior they all were to me, and I knew just the place to go to make people feel inferior...the training facility.

Rising from the bench I had been sitting on I stretched my limbs and took in a deep breath of the "fresh" air of District 1. My thin, short frame didn't really fit the standard build of District 1, but it was very deceiving to look at me, I was one of the most skilled knife throwers in the district. On top of that my frame was flexible and easily manipulated to twist and move around the strikes of my foes. It was a proven fact that I could back up my arrogance with my knife blade and my fighting skills. It was wonderful to see the looks of shock on their faces when I whipped them into shape. Yup, today would be a good day for me, I could feel it already, something in the air, or maybe my attitude, assured me that I would have a good day.

Taking a step forward and than another I began my long walk to the training facility. There were so many fragile egos that could be shattered in there, the Careers who didn't think they were good enough, the people who were ready to give up, it was like my birthday or something. I mean if I could make an impression in the Gang Wars it was going to be a piece of cake to make an impression with all of those lame trainees. Muttering under my breath about how pathetic people were, and that I would enjoy making people cry got me a few looks though. They probably all thought I was crazy...either that or they remembered that whole fountain scenario and were waiting to laugh at me. In any event I didn't like the looks they were giving me so I just glared at them until they looked away. It was great to have an intimidation factor, that meant respect...I think...and respect went a long way in District 1.

Finally I reached the training center, albeit it almost running into the walls since I was lost in thought, but I caught myself before I did that. Pushing my way through the doors I began to stalk around the facility searching for that "wounded animal" called a Career in dire straights. A few of them caught my eye, sword techniques were off, they were gaining weight, or they were just plain ugly, but none of them seemed to match the criteria I was searching for. Than I found them, some poor chump of a girl throwing knives in the corner, if you could even call what she was doing throwing knives. Her form was off and she looked like the knife probably weighed more than she did. It was her lucky day than because Annastasia Glory was about to make her grand entrance in her life.

She continued to throw knives at the target completely oblivious to anything that was going on around her, and her frustration was clearly evident on her face. I watch her grab another knife and finally she throws it with the proper balance, it arced through the air heading straight for the bullseye, and of course you know me, I couldn't let that happen. I watched the rotations of he knife to get a gauge on speed, and than I stepped forward and caught the knife mid rotation between my fingers. "You really suck you know that?" It felt so great to say that, like I had been given a shot of adrenaline or something. "I don't think there is anything else you could have been doing wrong, it was terrible, absolutely terrible. I think a child could probably throw knives better than you."

I walked over towards her and with barely a look at the target released the knife I had been holding and watched it bury itself into the bullseye. "That my emaciated friend is how you throw a knife, what you were doing was an abomination against nature. Why don't you go home and talk to your mommy and daddy about how to throw a knife right okay, and than maybe we could talk."

I could tell I was getting under her skin, her body language was enough to tell me that. The way she was holding herself, trying to keep her own rage under control. It was a scenario I was used to watching, her ritual to keep from exploding seemed to be similar to mine. I could practically see the gears working in her head as she digested what I had told her, and took in my appearance. She was probably wondering who I thought I was to talk to her that way, as if I was better than her. In the back of my mind though something hovered through my thoughts, while I was enjoying tormenting this girl...why was I drawn to do so in the first place. Normally it was random who I bothered, but something had told me to single out this girl, to make her suffer. A thought suddenly ran through my head, completely irrelevant to the situation, and it scared me, I didn't want this thought in my head it was so against my character. I was thinking that she was...attractive...that I was bothering her with the express purpose of getting her to talk to me.

No matter what the reasoning was behind why I was bothering her I knew it was working. That look of anger and resentment as she watched me, her silent words seeming to ask me who I thought I was to be talking to her that way. It gave me a funny feeling, a feeling of pleasure, and once more I wondered why I was feeling that way. Shaking my head to clear my mind of these thoughts I tried to focus my attention back on the girl. Turns out that just made it worse because the more I looked at her the more I decided I was admiring her in more of the fashion that a lover would admire someone. Her thin yet muscular frame, that dangerous glint in her eyes, the way her lips turned up at the ends giving her the appearance of an arrogant grin on her face. How come boys could never have that kind of attitude written across their features, that hip jutting out to the side the cocky glint in the eye. Gross, why was I thinking this, it was right, it wasn't natural, I liked boys. Everyone presumed I would just find some brute of a boy and hook up with him...but was that what I really wanted?

When my attention returned to this girl I found her speaking to thin air, or at least it appeared as if it was thin air. There wasn't anyone around as far as I could tell, unless they were hidden behind some of the equipment. After all I was lost in thought, and for some reason when I go deep into thought I become oblivious to the world around me. I watched as her arms made strange movements and she spoke in anger to someone or something. Suddenly I felt myself calling into question her sanity, no sane person would be stomping around this place yelling and cursing to nothing but open air. Than I wondered...was that what I sounded like when I was going on about how great I was. Involuntarily I felt a chill run down my spine, if that was what I was like I needed to pay more attention to what I was doing.

Suddenly the girl spun around and I felt myself jump up and take a step back. Something about the look in her eye kind of scared me, and it was hard to scare me. She told me that for every bulls eye she got that I would have to tell her something about myself, and the same would go for me. I started to wonder what the chances were of her being able to pull off a bulls eye considering how terrible her last throw was, but before I could answer her she already had thrown the knife. I watched with dread as it arced through the air, a perfect throw, I knew as soon as she released it that it would be a bulls eye. When it embedded itself into the target and quivered from the force of impact I let out a breath I hadn't even known I was holding. She turned back to me, a cocky smile that reminded me of someone on her face, and asked for my name. The question was should I give it to her though? She had the high ground right now, the knives, the attitude, the arrogance, it would be best if I just complied with her demands.

"My name is ummmmm, my name is...Annastasia Glory." Wow, that voice screamed of confidence, come on Annastasia, get a hold of yourself, don't let this bitch intimidate you. I couldn't do it though, she was starting to affect me now, where once I was intimidating her she was intimidating me. Picking up a knife I hefted it in my hand testing its weight and threw it at the target. It sailed through the air, the wind whistling around it, and it thudded into...the ground, a full foot off of the target. I couldn't believe it, I had let myself get lose sight of my goal, and now the tables had been turned on me. "I guess I missed, soooooooo, I guess it's your turn to throw again. Or we could skip over that and just talk, it would be so much easier than going through all this." It was a win win situation if she accepted, I wouldn't have to worry about humiliating myself infront of her, and maybe it would take my mind off of her. Than again, wouldn't learning more about her just make my problem worse?