Battlefield

It was a masacre..bodies lied everywhere. I stood amongst them, staring down at the freshly dead corpses. The smell of burning flesh was thick on the air, almost making it hard to breath. My fellow people laid dead at my feet, I was the only one left standing on the battle feild. I wanted to close my eyes so I didn't have to see all that mutilation, but I coudln't, something kept me from turing away. As much as the blood, the wet flesh horrified me, the thrill of the kill was still running trough my viens. That adrenaline rush was still keeping my heart going, making my limbs shake uncontrollably. I wanted to kill more, but there was nothing left. So many lives...dead. All of them gone, I even felt remorse for my enemies. What was I to do now? Just stand here and keep watching the lives slip from those eyes, as their bodies fall limp and their bodies let go of all bodily fluids. The smell was horrible, it was the smell of fresh death, and human waste. This was what I had worked so hard for...I trianed for so many years to see...this. I didn't understand any of it anymore. What had my life been for?
Behind me, I hear the distant sound of something breaking, over the silence in the hills it echoed loudly, so it wasn't hard for me to hear. I pulled my blade and swung around, my blade connecting harshly with thick, warm flesh. The blade was so dull from all the bones it had cut through in this day, that when it reached the spinal cord in the mans neck, it stopped and was lodged deep into one of the discs. The man made a wordless scream as blood flowed from the open wound in the side of his neck. The blood soaked his clothing, the sounds of air reaching his esophagus caused gargling sounds to creep from the open flesh in his throat. I couldn't help but smile, I actually realized why I had worked so hard to become a warrior. The enjoyment I feel when watching the life slip from someone's eyes. The thrill of feeling steel cut through that thick flesh and hit bone, knowing in just one quick movement you could completly mutilate them.
I jerked the blade down into his collor bone freeing it from his spine, it sliced through his collor bone and down into his ribs. His bones cracked like twigs as I put all my strength behind pushing this blade down as deeply as I could. I shoved my hand into his throat and grabbed a hold of his spine while shoving the blade deeper into his chest, breaking through his rib cage and peircing the skin of his back. I wrapped my fingers tightly around his spine and concentrated all my strength, and pure rage on this one action. As I let out a deep breath, I yanked backwards feeling the bone break in my palm as his neck caved in and his body fell limp against my blade.
I pulled the sword from his body and shiethed it, starring down at the worse thing I had ever done. There was no need for me to do so much damage...so why did I do it? I don't know, as I starred at the blood flowing down his throat all I could think about is how it would feel to have my hands inside that flesh, ripping and tearing, feeling his bones break like its nothing. I wanted that feeling of power...and that is what scared me most of all. What was happening to me? All my life we trained to kill only when we had to. We trained only for the killing blow...not for this.
"You are very confussed right now, but that is completly understandable. You have been through a lot for someone of such a younge age." The voice of an older man came from nowhere. I turned quickly pulling my sword, ready to strike at anything that moved. But the only thing I found was an old man, somewhere near the age of 70 years, standing quietly before me, a wooden cane to hold him up. His greay hair was long and dry, falling down past his shoulder, stiff almost like hay. His beard was short, but just as grey as the hair atop his head. The one thing that made me notice him the most was those bright hazel eyes. The stood out form that old tanned, wrinkled face. They were large, almost like eyes of a child. They didn't seem to fit his face right, but I couldn't really put my finger on what was really wrong with him.
I put my sword away, I knew there was no way that this man could possible be a threat to me, and from what I could see of him, I didn't find any concealed weapons. "What is someone like you doing in the middle of a battle feild? Where do you come from?" He starred at me blankly, no sign of emotion playing his face at all, his eyes were even harder to read.
"I should be asking you the same thing my child. You are much too young to be in such a place of death, and to be a young women at that. War grounds are no place for a women..child, you should never have been expossed to such madness." His words angered me, made me furious. It was the same old stories, even with the wise. Women couldn't handel exposure to such horrid acts, we couldn't handel it, or we just were not strong enough. I'd lived with it for so long, until I proved to my people that I was a better warrior that every man in our military.