Chapter 5
Challenging Memories
The sun shone bright over her head when she walked out to the training field. She shadowed her eyes elegantly to look around. She looked at him, tying the heavy rope to an iron hook attached to an iron bar above him. His muscles flashed through his tanned skin, sweat making it shine in the brilliant sun. The work on the hook making chiming sound every time he forced the rope.
"Salve!" He greeted in Latin, his attention not wavering.
"Salve!" She greeted back brightly, walking towards him.
"quam est digito?" He enquired about her finger, now looking at her. She just smiled.
"What are we going to do?" She looked around for a hint. There were many things around. Heavy and dirty loops of ropes lied in the middle of a huge field. There were white human dummies with bulls-eye drawn on them. A huge box stayed in the middle, she assumed was a storage. The field seemed to go on forever, closing into a forest beyond. She looked back at him, his attention was back to the rope.
"What do you want to do?" He asked, a slight smile at the corner of his lips. She contemplated before answering. A moment later her lips twitched, and she walked away towards the storage box, but not before answering his question.Y
"Survive!"
She didn't turn to look at him, but knew very well that he was surprised by her reply, because the chiming sound silenced for a moment before it resumed to its rhythmic clinks. She smirked and opened the storage. The dusty wooden place was neatly decorated with piles of boxes of different size. Manvi grabbed the one in top and opened it. The sharpening tools inside clashed with one another, creating a musical sound. She shut the box and reached for the next one. She didn't pull it out, it was a huge and box. But not so heavy. She carefully unlocked the chest alike hook and opened to find herself staring at the stack of wood. Her lips curved into a smile. This was her favorite part of the training, and whether Mr. Agent likes it or not, she is going to do this. She took out the bow lying on top, it was coated with leather. Her hands grabbed one arrow that had sharp point. She glided her finger, tracing the shaft. Putting the bow in its right place in the middle of the bow, she enclosed her fingers around the fletching's edge. She turned towards where Virat was standing, and pointed at him. Her cat like eyes looked straight at his chest, which kind of nudged her to distraction, and followed the point there.
And she released.
Manvi Chaudhari was specialized in shooting. She never missed her shot. Be it a rifle shooting, revolver shooting on archery. And she didn't miss her shot today too. Her arrow went where she wanted it to. It glided through the air the way she wanted it to. It seemed to follow all her commands. Manvi didn't miss her shot, Virat did. She grinned, looking at him landed on the ground on his side. His eyes glared at her.
"Oops! Missed it!" She said. He got up and started rubbing off the dirt from himself. "Better luck next time!" He muttered walking back to the iron bar. She laughed and went back to the huge box, looking for something else. The next one had chains, another one had bullets. She slid them away and looked for more. She found a box full of fancy knives. She took out some and threw the Ninja style towards the dummies. The knives landed in three straight line. Head, throat and chest. She smiled satisfied.
"We are going to be shooting." She turned to look at him. She smiled at him, but his face as blank in reply. "With this." He continued, pulling out a gun. It was a pitch black gun with thick silver line across it. Virat observed her as Manvi's eyes twitched for a moment. Her smile had faltered, but than she curved her lips and took the gun in her hand. He watched as she walked towards the lifeless dummy determined. He had a feeling this girl was going to be the death of him.
She held the gun in front of her. Her hand tightly wrapped around the cold metal, her finger hooked over the trigger. She starred at the dummy. Aligning it with the barrel. She blinked her eyes hard and tried to concentrate. The memories flashed like scenes from a film. The sound of turning of wheels, her scream and than, the gun shot. Her hands dropped to her sides and she dropped to her knees. The tears left to find their own way down her cheeks.
"No!" She whispered desperately to herself. "Please..." Her voice requested. "Leave me alone!" She felt a hand wrap around her, and she looked up to stare into a pair of dark brown eyes.
Virat watched every action of hers. She looked terrified. Her hands were shaking as she tried to keep up holding the gun. He was confused. But it was beyond confusion when he saw her drop to her knees, breaking down. He instantly went up to her. He was about say something when he heard her pleading whispers to herself. He stopped. A sudden urge to make her feel better emerged into him. He stared at her broken form for a moment, and than slowly slid his arms around. And whispering the only words she wanted to hear. "Life," His voice a husky whisper, his lips grazing her ears, "plays games!"
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"No you don't do that! You are cheating!" Manvi complained, her voice low, incase she wakes up other passengers. They were boarded on a flight flying from London to Belgium. As soon as the plane was stable in the air, Manvi had started showing her persuading skills. And Virat had to give up and play "Road Racer". He had started to loosen up around her ever since the morning incident. They had sat there for a moment, before she came back to Manvi he knew. They didn't practice further. Well, not shooting anyways. They were going for rock climbing when Jay called, to tell them the flight will be early.
"Right! You would say that! Loser much?" He grinned, his eyes on the little screen un front of them. They both were lazily laying on their deflated arm chairs.
"Watch me defeat you Mr. Vadhera!" She scowled at him.
"Watch me bounce it off Miss. Chaudharayan!" He replied.
"It's Chaudhari!" She snapped. His grin just widened, if that was possible.
"I like Chaudharayan! Any problem?"
"Yes, you dumbass!" She glared. "I would du-uh have a problem when you mess with something that is mine! My personal objects do not need to be interfered"
"We are on a Mission sweetheart, personal emotions just destroy the strength!" He said, like a smartass. But regretted once he saw her face fall.
"Yeah, you are right!" She whispered, the little blue car on the screen wavered a bit and than crashed into the wall. Animated smoke around it. She bit her lip, pleading for the memories to wash away, without tears.
Edited by Prach_VirMan - 13 years ago
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