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"It's like going to the park to play ball, and your team winning. Or better yet, it's like beating the best player you can think of, single handedly. I can't believe the rush, the feelings I get every single time I get one of these punks off from whatever stupid thing they did."
"But doesn't it bother your concious at all?"
"Of course not, why else would I become a defense attorney? I love the thrill of the challenge, butting heads with the best prosecutors that the city can offer. Every time I go in the courtroom my entired body buzzes with energy, I can feel everything in the courtroom. I know the minute I walk in, that I've won the case."
"One day you will lose one."
"Not me, I'm the best lawyer any criminal could have."
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The conversation continued, but I didn't care much for what else the pompous wind bag had to say. I had to deal with his tellings of his cases on a daily basis, and every one of them made me sick. I got so sick of his "victory" stories that I almost wanted to vomit. That's when it struck me that someone... No, not someone, but I had to do something to stop these criminals that were being released by this complete and total fool. A man who didn't care if they were car thieves, drug dealers, rapists, or even murderers, as long as he thought he could get them off from the charges. That when I'd have to say that I found myself becomming two people instead of just one. Thats about the time that I think I started to lose my mind, or maybe just myself. That's when Shynira was born, born for a purpose, and that purpose wasn't going to go away any time soon, now that all of the heros of this world had vanished or died.
After getting done with my daily route at work, being in the mail room wasn't that fun, but at the age of 19 they wouldn't let me do anything else, despite what my skill may have been. I worked hard on trying to be invisible, somewhat ashamed of being the mail girl, instead of a secretary, or the CEO. Now that I look back at it, it was probably a good thing that no one really noticed me, with the exception of a few glimpses in my general direction, and a few comments about my body, no one even knew I existed. I would have done just about anything but the mail room, but the mail room ended up with some of the best perks. I got to read through company memo's, and had access to some of the most secure areas of the firm. I knew who was accused of what, and even had some of the inside story from the mouths of the lawyers who were on the cases. That's what they get for acting like I wasn't even there. No one could have seen what I'd become, not even me.
At some point in my life I should have been able to forsee it, I had been trained by one of the worlds best to defend myself; and even to attack when needed. Was pushed into it by my father who didn't know how to raise a woman, pushed off onto a woman who called herself simply "Elektra". She wasn't as bad as the press seemed to want to make her. In fact, I'd say she was one of the "Good Guy's" right along with Superman, Spiderman, and Wolverine, probably more like Wolverine than she would have ever admitted. She trained me to use an ancient weapon, a sai; a very defensive weapon, as well as a good way to back someone off, and if necassary to take them out. She trained me from a very young age, I believe I was nearly 5 when I was tossed into her hands, my father couldn't take me on and he was tired of fighting, he'd been fighting for some time as a lawyer, and instilled in me the idea of fighting for what was right. Elektra took an immediate liking to me, and became more of a mother figure than a mentor, and she became a friend.
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"Ms. Rayne..."
"Yes?" I had been sleeping when I heard the voice, the voice of the shrink that I was forced to see by the firm. They were afraid that I was becomming an endangerment to myself.
"It is your session, but you are supposed to be talking to me, not sleeping."
"Of course, what would you like to talk about?" I didn't mean to but it came out in an almost condesending way.
"I'd like to talk about why you are here..."
"I'm here because if I didn't come here, I'd lose my job."
"Why did they send you here?"
"Something about sleeping on the job, and becomming a bit to clumsy for my/their own good."
"Why have you been sleeping on the job, Ms. Rayne?"
"I've been suffering from insomnia as far as I can tell."
"Insomniacs do not usually fall asleep as easily as you do. I take you more for a narcaleptic."
"Narcaleptic? What would make you think so?"
"Because even as I talk to you, you seem like you are going to just fall right back into a deep sleep."
"Perhaps, but I think that has more to do with your dry voice, and no personality." Did I say that, I guess so... Wow my tongue has a mind of it's own.
The doctor looked somewhat shaken at first, and then he smiled at me, I wasn't sure if it was god or bad.
"Finally, I got something of a personality out of you." he muttered.
"I've always had a personality, it's just usually locked up until it needs to get out."
"Well, Ms. Rayne, your time is almost up, is there anything you would like to say before you leave?"
"Yes there is."
"What's that?"
"I want you to call me by Sara instead of Ms. Rayne please. I don't answer to Ms. Rayne and I don't like being made to feel older than you."
"Understood." He said with a glint of a smile, "anything else, Sara?"
"Yes, one more thing. How long do I have to come before you'll release me with my work?"
"Just until I get to know you, the real you."
"You don't want to know the real me." my mouth once again opened up without a thought about it, but this time it was mumbled and I was already on my way out.
"What was that, Sara?"
"Nothing doc, just thinking how I could let you know the real me."
"Sara?"
"Yeah?"
"Take care of yourself, you look like you are running yourself ragged."
"If you only knew!" I shut the door behind me, and made my next week appointment. I could lose the job. I couldn't think of a better place to be able to get the information I needed. I was just about ready, almost done with everything that I needed. All I needed now was to find a blacksmith, and for that, I would need to take a vacation.
This post has been edited by xanamiar on Mar 13 2007, 04:25 AM
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Alone in the Dark
