La Recoleto

14,998.   I pant heavily on a bended knee. Each time I fight Purple, it gets harder and harder. It is not just because of the emotions, but because it seems like Purple is getting stronger as well. "I don't remember it being quite this difficult," I whisper to myself. "Come on, Gabri, we don't have all day. Are you in or out?" Wincing, I slowly get up. "And she is in, Folks!" As soon as I straighten up, I am knocked down again by a strong force. Purple pins my legs and arms to the ground. I just stare up at the blue sky. Noticing that I am distracted, he follows my gaze. "I miss them," I whisper. I watch as the clouds move across the sky, and I wish that I could go with them. "You know they will back soon. Jaja." I shake my head. "Not soon enough." Silence falls on the battlefield. After a couple of moments, I spoke up. "Purple, why

Purple  I expected her to go for the dagger. I didn't expect her to run to the right before she got to me. I now watch as she disappears into the forest. Laughing to myself, I walk over to the dagger and pick it up. I hold it up to the light and examine it carefully. The curve and the sharpness of the blade are so beautiful. "This will come in handy." I look back to the forest. Whistling a cheerful tune, I follow her, walking of course. I have all the time in the world. As I enter the forest, I feel a sense of comfort. I am entering into my own territory. My hunting ground. I am the cheetah that chases down the gazelle. I am the falcon that swoops down to get the slithering snake. I am the wolf that comes for the lamb. **  Gabri  I keep running. Trees on both sides blur past me. I finally see a bright light glaring through the trees. It must

I wake up, blinking my eyes several times in the process. Direct sunlight is hitting my face. I shift my eyes over to the side of me, locating Purple in the process. He is leaning against a tree with his arms crossed. He is humming with his eyes looking towards the ground. Suddenly, as if he feels my eyes on him, his eyes flash up to mine. He pushes himself off the tree and heads over my way. "Are you already altered, Leona Roja?" I motion for him to lean down. When he did, I whisper in his ear, "Ni soñarlo, puto." Grabbing a stray rock shard, I stab him in the kidney. Taking advantage of the moment, I roll off the rock, my back holding pieces of gravel in it. Using my elbows and knees, I drag myself along the ground, trying to get away. Recovering himself, Purple gets on all fours and crawls beside me. "You were so close to receiving new potential!" I keep on going. "Don't you get it? You are

Purple  She stoops to the ground and whispers something to it. Suddenly, my mind is flooded with memories.Realizing she was about to give up, me slamming her to the ground, revealing to her about the energy I had stored away, the fifteen times she died before she ran into the forest.As if sensing the last memory, she gets up and walks toward the forest. Still firmly grasping my blade, I follow her, ready to run after her if she flees. She won't though. I can tell by the way she walks that she won't run. With her hands in her pockets, she seems relaxed. No, she is at peace. My mind corrects me. She walks slow enough for me to keep up with her and if I fall too behind, she waits patiently for me to catch up. When I am a few paces away, she starts walking again. We go through the forest and reach a clearing. Trailing her fingers along the waist-deep grass, she mutters something under her breath.I wait for her in the middle, humm