A Speechless Story of a Traveller

Chapter 2

Rose was catching her breath. She was in a room as big as a blimp that scouted the city for any danger. At times, she missed East and its wonders of technology, but the time was not now.

Rose set her gadgets down. Her backpack consisted of a grappling hook and a blast gun that is capable of shooting a spread of bullets. It needed energy in forms of solar, heat and wind, as energy is used to transform into the bullets, or so she had learned from her teacher. She took out an axe and wore a glove. The axe and the glove had a special connection. Rose had no idea how they were made together. She sneaked into her father's weaponry and saw an axe mounted on a pedestal along with a glove around the hilt. She was not aware of its history, as she was never taught that specific weapon in school. She hesitated, but changed her mind to take it. It was a month ago, but she remembered it like it was yesterday. The axe had a unique blade built into it. It curved, then turned a sharp corner away from the hilt wrapped in a material that she never knew about. The glove, on the other hand, had a button situated in the middle of the palm. When she was trying out her weapon the next day in her room, she had trouble at first, but she trained each day and got better at it. When the button was released, the axe would return to the glove like magic. When pressed, the axe may go wherever the owner wants it to go.

Rose grabbed the axe and got ready, grabbing her grappling hook in her left hand and positioning herself.

When she ran from the beast just now, which was fully in black fur, she noted the places she will have to go to. Everyone accounted her a queer person, but they could not deny her analyzing and problem-solving skills.

She definitely took her chances when she ran outside and met the beast face-to-face metres away from each other. She did not look at the beast, but the perch she wanted to reach. She aimed her grappling hook and pulled the trigger. The hook flew and grabbed onto the perch. She released and held on, and, like the hook, flew and landed. Rose did not know that this perch was the edge of a building.

The beast was already running when she was flying. The claw it swung missed her by inches, and roared at her. Rose saw it hunch back.

She ran and heard a crash behind her as the beast landed on the building. She turned back, but still running at the same direction, and threw her axe. She did not need to remember to press the button. It was her habit now. The axe twirled like a bullet and smashed the beast's nose back. Rose heard a crack and released her fingers. The axe flew back into the glove without mistakes. The beast was stunned. She smiled, but kept on running.

Too happy that she did not realise she plunged into a hole.