She is in her room. I can hear her rummaging through her cabinets, looking for something. She is getting impatient by minute. How do I know that? The rustling of papers, the slamming of the cabinets, I can even swear that she is breathing faster than ever. I know what she is looking for. I can feel its heaviness in my pocket. Maybe I should spare her the fruitless search and let her know that I have it. But then again, where’s the fun in that?
My sister is usually calm and very composed. She is always too calm that she intimidates me. I mean, who gets surrounded by thugs and her heart doesn’t skip a beat? Who gets shot at, and walks away as if nothing has happened? Who encounters a maniac threatening to destroy a whole family and doesn’t lose it? You’re beginning to get the drift, right? I knew you would.
That’s why it’s so fun to listen to her pace impatiently.
“Give that back!”
That voice. I know that voice only too well.
“Huh? Na…Nancy? B-but how did you…?”
“How did I do what? Know that you are the one who took it? Silly child. You have lived with me for so long and you never learn a thing.”
Thank you guys, here I am telling you a story and you don’t have the decency to tell me that the lady dragon is approaching.
“Well Nancy, you caught me.” Maybe if I just admit she will let me go easily.
“Of course I did. Now, give me the gun.” Lady dragon is all business as she stretches her hand towards me. How are we even related?
“No. I will not.” Someone please tell me to shut up before this gets any worse.
“No?” She straightens up and looks at me. All emotions gone. Now it’s time to freak out. Or is it?
“I will not g-give it back. I…I want-I want to learn fighting as well Nancy. I am not a little girl anymore.”
She looks at me and laughs. There is no feeling in her laughter. Just an empty laughter that’s meant to intimidate me. How can she look so frightening and so beautiful at the same time?
“I want to be like you Nancy. I have always dreamed of being a warrior princess. And I know I can be. If you teach me that is.” Where my boldness is coming from? I don’t know
“You? Fight? You scream when you see a cockroach in the kitchen. You run away crying when boys at school make fun of you. What do you know about fighting anyway?”
“Were you born knowing how to fight, Nancy? No you didn’t. What gives you the right to say I can’t learn as well?”
That is mean, I know. But it is the only way I can get to her. And it works, I can see emotions threatening to burst. The truth is, I know why she doesn’t want me to fight. She has told me again and again. Nancy was a very jovial, peace loving child. She dreamed of going to college, getting a degree in fashion and design, marrying a hot guy and living happily ever after. She never knew violence. That is until our father got caught up in a terrible situation. He messed up with the wrong guys. Messed up bad. Nancy witnessed these guys kill him. He died a slow painful death as my sister watched, unable to do anything. We later had to move to another town, losing our house and everything we had in the process. That pain hardened Nancy. She vowed to become the protector of the weak. It’s a fate she had to embrace, a fate she never wished upon me.
“You know very well why I can’t allow you to fight.” She says this words slowly as if it takes everything in her to be cool right now.
“You get a chance to protect people from bad guys. Why can’t I do the same, huh? Who said you are the only one who gets to do something meaningful with your life? Or better yet, who said you get to decide what I do with my life?” That does it. She gives that stare and I know- she’s gonna kill me guys. Her eyes tell it all. If I never get to finish my story just know that….
“Nancy, don’t fight your little sister anymore. She thinks fighting is cool? Why don’t you let her join us in today’s operation? That will help put all this silliness she has away.”
Guys…meet Marc. Marc is Nancy’s boyfriend. I don’t like him much for reasons best known to me. Don’t ask, I won’t tell. Not today anyway. One thing I know is that Nancy hardly says no to him. You know what that means guys? It’s through this guy I don’t like that I will get to experience some real action. And for that, I like him. At least for today.
to be continued…