The stillness of the Sanctuary was broken by the sound of Chakram hitting targets. Eddie was focused, aiming each one carefully before releasing it - thunk - hitting dead center every time. Sleep had eluded her ever since the murders began. Whenever Eddie closed her eyes, horrific nightmares swept over her, leaving the young Judge shaking and drenched with sweat. The only detail she was ever able to recall was a mirror - an old one that hung in the Youth Training Room on the Isle.
Sometimes when the dreams proved too much, Eddie made a sweep of the neighborhood around the Sanctuary, making sure nothing was amiss - no other family in the Scathachians' backyard would suffer, Eddie promised that in her mind. Some nights, like tonight, the extra patrol failed to clear her head. So, she turned to her training - sometimes practicing old maneuvers with her blades, ones ingrained in her mind from the time she was a little girl - double parry - double thrust - dual cuts - brace....Some nights she reviewed her hand-to-hand (or was that foot-to-foot) moves, focusing her restless energy on the heavy bag in the traiing room, inevitably knocking it loose from its chain.
This evening, the chakram called her - she usually didn't carry them with her, but with a serial killer on the loose, one could never have too many weapons. So, Eddie practiced on through the night - whirrr...thunk. Whirr...thunk.
Sometimes when the dreams proved too much, Eddie made a sweep of the neighborhood around the Sanctuary, making sure nothing was amiss - no other family in the Scathachians' backyard would suffer, Eddie promised that in her mind. Some nights, like tonight, the extra patrol failed to clear her head. So, she turned to her training - sometimes practicing old maneuvers with her blades, ones ingrained in her mind from the time she was a little girl - double parry - double thrust - dual cuts - brace....Some nights she reviewed her hand-to-hand (or was that foot-to-foot) moves, focusing her restless energy on the heavy bag in the traiing room, inevitably knocking it loose from its chain.
This evening, the chakram called her - she usually didn't carry them with her, but with a serial killer on the loose, one could never have too many weapons. So, Eddie practiced on through the night - whirrr...thunk. Whirr...thunk.