The Weapon
"What? You thought this--" They waved the weapon around as if it were a useless toy, "Was the weapon? No." They chuckled and tossed it away from them with out care or regard to where it fell to. "That is not the weapon you should be concerned with. See. Simple weapons are crafted everyday--but true weapons....True Weapons aren't something forged in some factory, while it is true they are made--" They knelt down beside the protagonist, "It is not with steel, iron, gunpowder or fire...the most dangerous weapon of all, is made with flesh." They pointed to the quiet person in the corner as they stared at the protagonist, unblinking, unnerving.
"For what is more efficient, more terrifying, and unstoppable as a weapon than can use any means, go to any lentgh, to survive?" They chuckled, "A knife gets dull, a gun melts and destroys itself, but a human...." they waved a finger, "a human with a will to survive, they can use anything--as long as its they who walks away," they press a finger hard against the protagonists forehead, "instead of you."
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