p s y c h o p a t h y {calla}

Why is every small child in this house a psycho.

First, Izzy goes through my stuff looking for something to rat on me for. Now this.

It was like Victor summoned a set of demons purely to hunt me down for him.

He seems just as startled as me, leaning against the wall in that awkward way kids do when they're trying to be slick. He wasn't doing a very good job of it, though. His intentions were the same as everyone else in this house.

"Uhhh- NOTHIN!" he says desperately, and then he continues, his eyes staring suspiciously upward at me, "Everyone's asleep. What are you doing?"

Yep, the question of the hour. What was I doing. Always trying to find something to tear me down, to expose me as imperfect. Except I couldn't complain, I was like him once. There was a time when I craved our leader's approval too before I saw the error of my ways. Hopefully he'd grow out of it too or he's going to be one messed up adult. Well, more messed up than he's going to be.

I keep my blank smile on my face, the one that shouts happiness and screams that everything is just peachy. It's the one that normally helps turn people away. But does Toby really count as a person?

I know the darkness doesn't do much to cover up my busted lip that was slowly healing. It's been just sitting there the past few days. Not much I could do to hide it besides try to hide myself away in my room for more time than usual. The goal was to stop everyone else from asking questions, but clearly, no matter what I do, their ambitious, prying minds find some way to ignore me.

"Can't a girl just get some midnight training in?"

I pull the sword up in front of my face, inspecting the blade that just tore of the dummy's arm. My gaze sliding up and down it's surface before turning them back at Toby. My smile ever present despite my clear attempt at intimidation.

I bring the blade back down from my face, letting it point in his direction, "You," I lower the sword down to the ground, "aren't in the position to be asking questions anyways. Following me around at night isn't a random kid habit everyone would just pass up as cute."

The only thing the young ones respect is someone that matches their level of callous ferocity. It's the only way to deal with Izzy, and I sure as hell won't let this thirteen year old boy, my 'brother,' intimidate me.

"So," I grip the blade, bringing it back up to my eyes as I stare at the glint of the sharp edge in the hint of light, "Everyone's asleep, what are you doing?"

And there's the reason I haven't been thrown into the fighting pit yet.